day seven; (finally)

Sorry, this is a little late, I've just been kind of busy. But here's:
day seven: one story you want to tell

Once upon a time, there was a sixteen-year-old girl whose summer was slowly slipping away. She could remember the blissful last day of school like it was yesterday. The feeling of elation that comes with finishing your last final. The anticipation for the three months ahead. The somewhat sad feeling you get as you empty your locker, but then you remember you don't have to come here for a long time, and you get excited again. But that wasn't yesterday. It was over two months ago. And soon, she would have to endure another nine months of homework, stress, school lunches, calculators, and mysteriously disappearing pencils. But first, she had to finish the last seventeen days left of summer. You might say "finish" is a funny word to put in the same sentence as summer, but in the current situation, "finish" works brilliantly. You see, this girl, who is to appear nameless, has a knack for procrastinating, and when you combine that with the 325 points of English homework she got loaded with for the first day of school, it doesn't come out too pretty. As of then, at the seventeen day mark, she was kind of stressing out. She has barely reached the halfway point in one of the books she has to read (How to Read Literature Like a Professor, fascinating read..really), still has to read The Scarlet Letter, and research a bunch of stuff. But this girl knows it's her fault that she left it to the last minute, and is trying to suck it up. This girl, also, has had to deal with three hours a day of the past week and of the upcoming week spending her mornings in Driver's Ed. Driver's Ed: Three hours of pure excitement (no, really)
You might think, having read all this, that this girl's life is not good, to say the least. But really, it's pretty much the opposite. If you haven't figured out, this girl is me. I love who I am (most of the time). I love the friends I'm lucky enough to call mine, and the memories we've shared. I love the church I go to and everything it's done for me. I love anticipating what the future holds for me, and I'm so, so excited to go out into it and grow. I'm excited to improve in my talents, my relationships, and in myself. I have a family and friends that love me. I have a Heavenly Father who loves me. I have a dear, nervous, little Pomeranian that loves me. What more could I ask for?

THE END.