I am walking to my dreaded school, the howling wind is whiping across my face.  The moist, dark pavement is leading me to my doom.  Walking past the elementary school, I see the ostentatious mothers opening up the automatic mini van doors and letting their children out.  Not even saying goodbye, they close the doors while still texting on their blackberrys.  "How life would be, not even kissing your mother goodbye for the day." I am wondering.  What is a childhood at all without comfort, affection and love? I am continuing  to walk to my class, walking past all the unfamiliar faces in the hallway. Half way there I stop at the Splendid school news board to see what was going on in school life. Roughly glancing at everything on the board until something catches my eye, the school dance is coming up and I do not have a date yet. What am I going to do? the clock is ticking down hour by hour losing time to ask the one. I notice there was fungus spewing out of my teachers arms like a volcano. I recomend my teacher a washcloth, hot water and some soap to get rid of the smell that fills the room like a spilled trash bag. She is giving me detention for a week and I am not allowed to go to the dance. "At least I don't have to worry about asking someone now" I mumble.  I walk in the breakfast room to get a scrumptious blueberry muffin like always and find my friends sitting at the table in the corner. They ask me how my detention was and if I could still go to the dance.  I tell them what happened and how I am not allowed to go to the dance, they nearly attack me like vicious dogs, because they all knew how much I wanted to go with RuMeal.  I nearly have a heart spasm from all their questions.  Although I am not able to go to the dance I spend a fantastic night with my family watching movies.