The alarm sounds, it's 6:00 in the morning, time to get ready so you’re not late for the bus. The bus rolls up, you stumble on and find your seat in the back with all your friends, so you can be loud and make the best of riding the bus. The bus rolls up to the school, you get off and make your way into your 6 hours of sheer anxiety. You find your place in the middle of the hall, just enough to block the upper-classmen, and stay there till that warning bell sounds, just to prolong going outside to those breathtaking portables. 30 seconds to get to class, running through the doors, BEEEEEEEP the bell sounds. Time to start the day of an 8th grader.