Mrs. D Bernardino, the bus driver, was smiling at me while waiting for me to run to the bus. "How are ya darlin'?" She asked in a bus driver kind of way.
"I'm good Mrs. D. Sorry I'm late. Stupid alarm clocks," I giggled.
"I know how you feel," she smiled, "Take a seat."
I get along with Mrs. Bernardino. She's a very nice lady, who is sweet to everyone, but we share something, we are both vegan. She's been vegan for like 10 years or so, but at the same time she eats tofu, and soy. Puke! But, hey, she's 30 and she's healthier than I am. Lucky me.
I sat beside my boyfriend Carter. We've been dating now for about four or so months now. "Hi Carter." I smiled.
"Hi Paigerama." He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"It's going. I won my hockey game last night. How's veganism going? Did you eat dinner last night?"
"So far so good, and no I didn't." I grinned.
"Paige, I'm scared for you. You have to eat. I know your parents are ragging on you, but honestly, yesterdays math class was interrupted by your starving stomach." He sniggered.
I punched him in the arm, a little flirty punch and said, "I know."
The rest of the day went better than I imagined. They served salad and vegetables today at lunch, so I was quite excited. I was finally in a room without hungry teens munching on animals. Although Carter tried to be silly and said, "No don't eat the lettuce, it's from the lettuce animal." I laughed, but I think that was just because I love Carter.
The English assignment isn't a big essay like expected. It is actually a full paged, typed out paper, about your strongest belief. I was actually mad it was only a page. This animal rights thing is my life. My life isn't just a page long, it's more like, a couple hundred novels long.
Krista didn't carry a leather handbag, or Gucci backpack; instead she carried a plain old fake leather handbag. When I asked her why she said, "This is just a one day a week thing. I just want to stay being your friend." So, that sort of ruined the moment.
The one terrible thing about my day was when I was called to the office, because a psychiatrist assistant wanted to "chat" with me. I stormed out of that office the second that women introduced herself. "Hello Paige. I'm Jessica Mayer, from the Malibu Psychiatrist Clinic." You should've seen my face. My jaw dropped, and I ran for it. And this Jessica Mayer person chased me down the hall. Surprisingly, she helped me. We didn't talk about my problems at all. I explained my situation about my mother, and how mad I was about this, and she just tried to distress me. I was grateful, but still I am not going to that clinic because I am not sick!
The second I got home my mom asked me, "Paige, what did you think of Miss. Mayer."
"Let's see. At the beginning I wanted to slap her, but I decided to run away. Next she chased me down the hall until I broke down. Then she and I didn't even talk about my 'problems'. Instead we discussed ways that I can become less stressed, and ways that may help me, not let you get to me as much." I took my sandals off, and began walking up the stairs.
"Well, that's nice. I guess." She was confused.
"I agree." I smiled, "Well mother, I just thought you should know I am mad at you right now, for continuing with this psychiatrist thing, but I will forgive you, eventually. I have homework, so I will be on the computer typing out my paper. If you need me, yell for me."
