A day in the life of a fourteen-year-old...

Okay, so i wrote this when I was fourteen, and I have left it alone since then, never going any further with it. I have not edited it or changed it in any way. It thought it would be fun to show my mind as fourteen-year-old, plus it really is a peep of my life at that time!

Ginny sighed in frustration as her bag slipped off her shoulder and onto her elbow with a painful THWUMP. She stopped walking and rearranged her self once again. Her P.E. bag went on her shoulder, her backpack went on her other shoulder, and she clutched her math and science book in her arms. Taking a deep breath she set out once again.

Trudging down the street, she tried to forget school for a moment, and make up some stories in her head. Ginny loved stories. There were many things she loved, but writing was one of her favorites. She had a file on her family’s laptop that was all to herself. It was filled with pictures, school stuff, and stories. She wrote tales of fantasy, as well as modern day. There were pirates, princesses, dragons, and girls just like her, as the heroes.

Walking to and from school was the perfect time to imagine, create, and dream, (so long as she walked fast enough not to be late!). She glanced behind her and saw some Palmgarten girls laughing and chatting about twenty yards behind her. Palmgarten was a nearby girls’ dorm. Ginny’s school was relatively small, (about 350 students), and almost half of the students boarded in dorms scattered in surrounding towns, Palmgarten being the one near-campus dorm. The other dorms were Wittlingen, (girls), Storch, (girls), Blauen, (girls), Sonne, (boys), Maugenhard, (boys), and H.B.R.(boys). All of the other dorms were located in surrounding villages, (most were named after the village they were in).

Ginny looked up ahead at the clock outside the hair-parlor. Eight thirty-five. She quickened her steps, hoping to make it in time to chat with Sarah Beck for a while. Ginny liked getting to school early, just in case something needed to be done before going to class. She was a freshman at Black Forest Academy, and in that point of adolescence, where one knows when she’s acting immature, and tries to act older.

She crossed over the little bridge and glanced at the creek passing by underneath. There were parts of walking to and from school that were special, and made her love it.

It took about four minutes to reach the long stretch of road that ran by the school, and then on towards the soccer fields. She walked a little faster, seeing her friend Becca up ahead. She whistled but Becca didn’t turn. Ginny smiled to herself. Becca could be so intent on what she was doing that other things completely went over her head, even if they were placed right in front of her. It was one of Ginny’s favorite characteristics about her.

She whistled again and this time, that blond head twisted around to find the source of the noise. Becca’s mouth split into an embarrassed grin, and she stopped walking to wait for Ginny, who jogged up towards her.