Millie

Have you ever had a wild school year? Well Millie has and she's about share that start with you. good luck handling my horrible start.

Chapter 1
I was wrapped in my blankets with Milo cuddled in the curve of my legs purring peacefully. Suddenly he barges in my room ignoring the very clear sign not to come in.

"Get up Mil." Dawson growled.

I could tell my brother, the biggest buttface ever, was just as tired as me. He stumbled out of my room but stepped on what I think was my old watch I hadn't picked up yet. He muttered not-so-nice words under his breath and slammed the door shut behind him.

I threw my zebra striped covers off of me and on to my little orange fireball. He didn't seem to care as he kept purring.

I sat on top of my bed rolling my head around a second then got up to change.

I guess I better start off with telling you about myself. I'm Millie Dotson a 14 year old about to start 8th grade at a new school. My family used to live in East Texas but recently moved to New York City. And by recently I mean 1 and a half weeks ago.

My family says I have I have a overactive imagination but I like to think of it as not being dry.

Anyway back to my story.

I slipped on a light blue T-shirt with a green horse imprint on the front. I let out a sigh as I looked down at the horse. We had 4 horses 1 of them being mine. I loved Western riding. I even know how to tie a goat and swing a rope.

I miss my old home.

My dad had lost his job and found a amazing job here in N.Y.C .It was horrible moving from the small town of Samoth here but what could I do about it.

I slipped into my faded blue jeans and my tennis shoes. I pulled my Auburn hair into a ponytail and opened my door. "Morning hon." My mom Crystal Dotson greeted me. She was working on her computer at the kitchen table. "How long have you been awake?" I asked her as I grabbed a Granola bar from the cabinet.

"Since 7." She replied taking off her glasses to rub her eyes. Her deep brown hair was tied in a messy bun and her eyes were red and tired.

She was a teacher but owned some equity of a small business. I cringed at the thought of seeing her at school already embarrassed.At least she teaches 7th grade instead I was releived to find she wasn't going to drive me to school too.

"You're going to be late for the first day of school if you don't get a move on." She told me.

I nodded and opened our door. Dawson I had made a deal the previous night not to be seen coming into school together. I walked to school my plain black backpack slung loosley over my shoulder.

It wasn't a long walk because Skydale Middle School was only a few blocks away.

My heart speed up as I reached the building. Teens were everwhere. I looked at my watch.20 minutes till the bell. I looked back. So much for late Mom. I thought.

Taking a deep breath I took a step forward about to start The wildest year of my life.

Chapter 2
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