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Friday Early Morning
Mackenzie
I woke up in a pool of sweat and saw the sun barely peeking over the horizon.
"Jeez, what time is it?"
I looked at my alarm clock and saw 5:47, a full 43 minutes before I had to get up.
"Uuugggh, Why do I always wake up before my alarm."
"I guess I'll check my phone."
I had a message from my dad
Dad
Hey Mackenzie, I'm at the hospital and I have some news about your Mum.
The doctors said she's doing better but we still don't have a definitive answer yet.
Ok Dad.
Thanks for letting me know.
My Mum was in the hospital with lung cancer, and had been there since the last week of middle school. My Dad was with her almost 24/7 and I visited her every week, having skipped the last week of middle school, hoping for an update. None of us knew whether she would be ok or not, But now, I had some hope. I put my phone up and laid on my bed and tried to get a quick nap in before I had to get up for the first day of high school in 43 minutes, but my thoughts kept me awake. Thoughts of a certain Blue Heeler that I would get to see on the bus soon.
*(Mackenzie's Thoughts)*
*(That short, fuzzy blue fur. Those gorgeous blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. That adorable laugh and that cute smile. That interesting Aussie accent that was subtle compared to other people but noticeable. Those silly hands that look like she's always wearing surgical gloves. that cute little tuft of fuzz on her forehead. Those two pointy ears that I swear can hear a split second into the future. That amazing and creative personality of hers that allows her to make quick, smart decisions, while at the same time being smart enough to get nothing but straight A's)*
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Wow. Its already been almost an hour?"
I hop out of bed, grab my phone, use the dunny, shower, clean my teeth, brush my hair, pack my bag, snatch a granola bar out of the pantry, head outside to my bus stop at 6:48AM, and wait for the bus. I'm a little nervous about high school, partially because every one of my middle school teachers described high school as literal Hell on earth, partially because I was nervous to see all my friends again. Rusty, Lucky, Jack, Snickers, and....Bluey.
It had been about a month and a half since I saw any of them during the summer because my dad was constantly at the hospital so he couldn't drive me, I didn't have my license yet, and I didn't have the energy to walk to every gathering they had. So I would just mostly stay home alone and would text/call them to talk or play video games. This would be my first time seeing any of them in person in almost 2 months.
I decide to take my mind off of things and pass the time by studying the school schedule while I munched on my granola bar. I hoped that I had at least some shared classes with my friends, which was not the case in middle school. Out of ALL of my friends AND classes, I only shared ONE class with Lucky in math, but it didn't even matter because our math teacher wouldn't allow us to talk WHATSOEVER unless we raised our hand. I also hoped that math wasn't first thing in the morning because that is when I am unable to hold complicated thought. And that would be a guaranteed lowering of my grade since math already isn't my strong suit. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I saw math was smack in the middle of the day. Perfect, I wont be too tired from waking up, and I wont bee too exhausted from being in school all day.
I hear the engine of the bus roar as it approaches the bus stop. The brakes squeal as it becomes stationary and the very old, crappily made doors barely squeak open enough for me to step on.