short story

A new state, a new school, a new beginning. This is a place to start over, my dad told me, a clean slate for the new school year. None of these things made me feel better. He never was the one to help me out in tough situations. My parents were divorced and my older sister had gone to college this year. So on this fine morning I had only my dad to encourage me to get up and go to high school.
I woke up grumpily at five thirty, took a shower, and got dressed. When I came downstairs for breakfast, my dad was just about to leave. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to school? This is your last chance.” He asked for the hundredth time. “No Dad! That would be so embarrassing to be dropped off by my dad!” I whined. “Fine, fine! Have a good day at school!” he replied and left for work.
After my dad left, the house felt so empty without my sister nagging me and bossing me around to put my dishes away or walk the dog. Since I had fifteen minutes left until the bus came, I took m y dog, Jessie, for a walk on the side of our house. When I came back, I didn't have many minutes left until the bus came. I grabbed my bookbag and lunch and ran out the door. I ran towards my bus stop and saw the bus pull up. the bus driver apparently didn't see me running because they started to drive away. This was not the best day.
I could either walk the three and a half miles to school or call my dad and ask him to pick me up. I choose the second option, even though my dad wasn't that happy about it. But I got to the school with minutes to spare.
I walked into the main office and asked the secratary where my homeroom was. She led the way down many hallways and showed me the correct door. I thanked her and walked into the room. My homeroom and english teacher, Mrs. Brown, greeted me and gave me my scheduale. She showed me my seat and right when I sat down, the bell rang. I sighed and walked to my next class. Turns out, four out of my seven classes were wrong and spent half the day wandering all over the school looking for the right rooms.
This was going to be a 'great' year