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Early that morning:

"Goo-ood morning folks! It's 6:30 am right now, and the weather today is goanna be hot, hot, hot!"

I reached out to the alarm clock to abruptly turn it off. I opened my eyes lazily, and I realized…

"Oh, my God, it's promotion," I shouted in excitement.

My eyes shot wide open, it's the last day of school, and not just any ordinary last day of school, it's the last day of middle school! Yup, I, along with the rest of the gang, am moving on to high school!

I ran right downstairs and what was waiting for me? A big stack of hot flapjacks drowned in maple syrup, yum! I soon finished with a glass of ice, cold milk and went straight upstairs to take a shower. It took about twenty minutes, tops. I got out of the shower and wrapped myself around a lavender towel. As I walked into my room, which I share with Brittany and Eleanor, I see Brittany talking to the mirror and Ellie sitting at the edge of the bed, watching T.V. Seriously though, who talks to their reflection? As I was getting into my dress, Britt kept giving the mirror various poses, like she was a model in front of a camera. Ellie and I just kept looking at her like she was crazy or something.

Brittany raised her eyebrow and started to talk again, "Who are you? So, you think you're pretty, huh…"

She was immediately cut off…

"I don't know about pretty, but I sure am handsome."

As soon as I heard that, it was obviously Alvin. Alvin is so weird, he's so much like Brittany, he doesn't even know. They argue a lot, making them seem like they're some married couple, too.

"Alviiiiiin! I wasn't talking to you! What's your problem? You can't just barge in here, like you own the place! We're getting ready in here," Brittany yelled.

Ellie, Simon, Theo, and I just kept cracking up. We couldn't help it. Every time we get together, Brittany has to always throw some type of fit, especially to Alvin.

"Wow, this is better than cable! Everyone's done Brittany," Eleanor said, trying to contain her laughter.

"Yeah, Britt, plus it's time to go to school," Alvin said in an obnoxious way. "Anyways, what's that smell? It smells sort of funky in here, in a bad way."

"It's hairspray, fool, mind your own business. You don't know what girls have to go through. All you have to wear is a collared shirt and nice slacks," Brittany quickly added.

There they go again. After all the bickering was over, we all, eventually, got inside Miss Miller's minivan. Now off to Belleview Middle School, home of the Bulldogs, we go.

Five minutes later:

Miss Miller's minivan slowly pulled over in front of the school. I stared at the rearview mirror and everybody slid out of the car except for, well, me. I looked out of the car window and saw the whole student body in their ordinary school clothes and, as for me, I'm in this girly, frilly get up. All I can say is that I felt like such a goofball. I know that all the eighth graders are supposed to be dressed up in, what the principal called, "clothes that you would wear, if you were invited to a wedding" clothes. But, still. I never, ever, wear anything like this. Ever! Okay, okay, unless Miss Miller makes me.

Finally, I got enough courage to step out of the car. My arms were crossed around my chest and my head facing the concrete floor, staring at my feet, hoping no one will see me. What can I say? I'm self-conscious. I heard a car door slam shut, which caught my full attention. Once I looked up, there Jayla was, getting out of her parents' car and my face suddenly lit up with this huge smile on my face.

"Jaaaylaaa," I screamed. "Wait up!"

She abruptly stopped and spun around with this confused expression on her face, wondering who just called her name. Well, screamed, in this case. Then, she had this big smile drawn on her face. Each corner of her mouth, practically, reached up to her ears. I ran up to her like an idiot, with my hands flapping around to hug her.

Jayla and I were walking up to the school entrance. Everybody was staring at us. I don't know why though. I'm, certainly, nothing special. Maybe they're looking at Jayla. She's pretty, I guess. Anyways, I, basically, used her as a shield from everybody else. I didn't want anyone looking at me. Eventually, Jayla and I split up into our own groups.

8:10 in the morning:

Buuuuurrrriiinnggg!

Great, the school bell, meaning five more minutes to get to class. All of a sudden, I see Karen walking towards me. Karen is a seventh grade buddy of mine and she wants to take a picture of us together before I "abandon her." Her words exactly. Of course, I said yes because it'd be rude, right? I was worried that I would be late for class. The student body was scattering around us, so she asked any random person to take the picture for us. I was stunned about who she chose from the crowd. It was Kale! I mean, why him? Not only is he the hottest guy on our school campus, in my opinion anyways, but I got the biggest crush on him.

"Sure," he said in a sly voice.

Once I heard him say that one word, my eyes became so wide that it looked like my eyeballs were goanna fall out and my cheeks became hotter and hotter. Before I knew it, I ran for it. Suddenly, I was staring at Karen's hand grasping my arm, but I was still attempting to get away. So, we started to argue. Whisper-yell version.

"Come on! You promised." Karen had that sad-puppy-dog-pout on her face and I almost fell for it.

"Yeah, but that was before Kale was taking it!" She had no clue how I felt about him. "I'd take it, as long as Kale isn't involved."

I got out of her grip and went storming towards my homeroom. I can't believe Kale just witnessed that whole embarrassing tragedy. Worst of all was that he was in my homeroom with Mrs. Burberry!

30 minutes later:

Finally, promotion was starting. We've been sitting there for a while now. It's blazing hot outside, so hot that I could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Thank goodness I got to sit next to my BFFLE, Best Friend for Life and Eternity, Beané. We're so different, yet so alike. We "complete" each other. Anyways, the whole time we were talking about how, what we think, high school will be like. So far, I didn't like what I was hearing. I'm officially freaked out. Being stuffed in lockers, being trash canned, pretty much being a target of the upper classmen. You know the typical things you see in the movies.

Back to the promotion. All the parents got settled in their seats holding a camera, a bouquet of flowers, and or balloons. Mrs. Blasich, the principal, walked up to the front of the audience.

"Thank you. Welcome, to the Eighth Grade Promotion everybody." Everyone started to applaud and cheer. Mrs. Blasich went on and on about her experience with us. None of us really cared because no one liked her. "This is my favorite year and I'm, truly goanna miss them." Suddenly, tears began to run down her face. "I'm so sorry."

What the? Come on, you got to be kidding me. All of the students knew she was faking. She hated the eighth graders. I mean, we call her Mrs. Blond Bitch for a reason. Well, that's how it seemed throughout the year anyways.

She began to announce the students in alphabetical order.

"Shane Aarons. Deborah Blake." Mrs. Blasich went.

Student after student got out of their seats. Then, would shake their teachers' hand, and then the principal's, then the vice principal's, and then other school officials hands, then pose with the guy in the Bulldog costume in the end. And, then get back to their own seats.

"Jeanette Miller."

Finally, my turn.

So, I got up off my chair and threw on the fakest smile you could see. I started walking towards my teacher. First, I shook Mrs. Burberry's hand. Then, Mrs. Blasich's. Later, the vice principal's, and other school officials'. So far so good. I didn't make an idiot out of myself. Now time to pose with the school mascot. I walked right over and the flash of a camera, practically, blinded me. Unexpectedly, I tripped over my own feet, stupid high heels, and as I was falling to the ground, the mascot speedily caught my collapsing body and there I caught my balance once again. I saw cameras flashing before me and many people chuckling at the most humiliating moment of my life.

"Ha ha," Ashley, my other, best friend mouthed pointing at me.

Uggh. What else could I do, other than laugh at myself? Deep down I wanted to cry my eyes out and my self-confidence just got crushed a little bit more.

Author's Note: Wow…Brittany and her reflection. Hilarious! Well, I thought it was funny. And, Brittany and Alvin and their arguments. I couldn't help myself. Ahaha. Omg…8th grade promotion was horrible, it really was hot and I didn't fall, but I tripped. Just over exaggerated. But, please review! I accept anonymous reviews!