This written in a story format so yeah. I've read some others and they were kind of differen't so I'm kind EEeekk! About posting this. Anyway, I started writing this a couple of months ago like in August so most of what you are reading is going to be from the past caus eI'm to behind to catch up with what's going on now. Yeah so here it is. . . hope you're not bored to death!

Hi my name is Allison Hawkins. You can call me Ally though. If you haven’t noticed this is an autobiography. You know, a true story about someone’s life? Yeah, well this story is about my life, obviously. I mean, if it wasn’t then why the hell is this book titled Day In The Life of. . .? That’s what I thought! Anyway, turning 15 and going to be a freshman in high school was more than I thought it would ever be like. This is what it’s like to be me, I guess. LOL.. . . Oh yeah right, The story! Sorry my bad.

CHAPTER 1: MIKE

Isn’t it strange how the summer goes so fast and how school goes so slow? It’s already the first of August and school starts on the twentieth. Lucky me, right? Yeah lucky, lucky me. I was actually planning on doing something with my three months of summer off, but I didn’t do shit, just like every summer. I just write and hang out with my friends. I mean there’s nothing wrong with doing that, but I want to get out sometimes to. And I don’t’ mean a trip to Wal-Mart I mean out, out. Like a different state where there’s more than just corn and Amish people. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with corn and Amish people. I like corn. I like Amish people too. Well hell, one of my best friends is Amish. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. . . I did do something new this summer though. I went to my friends Kelsey’s house for the first time. I also met this kid Mike Metz, who happens to be her boyfriend. Well used to be. Maybe I should just tell you the story already, right? Right.

Groggily I roll off the couch, which serves as my bed, and make may way into the kitchen. Taking a glance at the clock flashing it’s green glow from the oven, I open the refrigerator and grab the gallon of milk.

“She’s alive!” My dad says sarcastically, which annoys the bloody hell out of me. “You do realize what time it is don’t you?”

“Yeah it’s 12:46 in the afternoon.” I answer grabbing a glass out of the cabinet to pour some milk in.

“Are you planning on doing anything today?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“But it doesn’t involve mowing the lawn, cleaning my room, washing the dishes, dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, moping, or giving the dogs a bath.”

“What about changing the oil in my car?”

“Do you really want me to do that?” I say before taking a drink of my milk. “That’s what I thought.”

Walking out of the kitchen I head up stairs to the bathroom. Drinking the rest of my milk I start the water for a shower. After what seemed to be hours to the rest of my family I finally get out, drying my hair off with a towel. I wrap the towel around my head and start back down stairs to change out of the dirty clothes I just put back on.

“I’m going to Jen’s.” I say coming out of the bathroom with my clean clothes on and brushing my wet, tangled hair straight.

“Do you want a ride?” My mom asks looking through a butt load of coupons. With out saying a word, I grab my key and take off out the door, slamming it purposely behind me.

I don’t try to be mean to my family or anything. It’s just that they get on my nerves. I mean every time I try to be serious about something they joke about it and act like I’m just fooling around. They just never know when to stop joking about this shit. They bring things up that I’ve done about 10 years ago. It gets on my nerves so damn bad because it’s all the time. I don’t have that much trouble with my dad because he’s always on the road, but my mom, she’s always here. So I just don’t talk to her. I don’t do that for no reason. I have a reason believe me. Back in the sixth grade I was in volley ball and she would always tell me that she would come to my game, but you know what? She never did. Then in seventh and eighth grade when I was in choir she never came to my concerts. She only came to two of them out of those two years. And one of them she came to late to even see me sing. It’s fine now, I guess. I like being alone anyways. Bring with my family is just, to crazy for me.

I finally reach Jen’s house and climb the steps to the front door. Reaching up I pull the screen door open and push the storm door open. Jen is seen no where in the room, so ’m guessing she’s up stairs about to blow dry her hair or something.

“ALLY!” I hear her yell from the top of the stairs.

“WHAT!” I yell back, just as loud.

“COME HERE!”

“NOW?”

“NO TOMORROW!”

“OK THEN!”

“ALLY!”

“OK ok . . Jeesh I’m coming.” I mumble as I make my way up the stairs. Just as soon as I get to the top she runs by me back down stairs. Sighing I walk back down and sit on the couch. After a few moments she comes out of the kitchen.
“Wanna go to Kel’s?” She asks a little to excitedly.

“Uhhh. . . Why exactly?”

:santashue: Wow! I didn't see that earlier! Sorry, I just happened to notice that at that exact moment so I figured I would share my excitment in discovering that "clickable smilies". Right anyway back to the story. . .

“Because Mike is coming over and you have to meet him and yeah.”

“Who’s Mike?” Before my question could be answered someone beeps the horn. I look out the window and see Jen’s mom waiting outside for us. We both soon run out side and jump in the car.

“Hi Jennifer’s mommy!” I say trying to be as annoying as possible like always.

“Hey Ally!” she answers back. The rest of the short trip their we just had a light conversation about what we’ve been up to and if I’ve got myself a boyfriend yet.

“No, and not planning on it any time soon. I don‘t even like any body.” I say before closing the door to the car.

Jen’s mom shakes her head and laughs at me like always. I smile back and wave good bye as Jen makes her way up the steps to Kelsey’s house. Not wanting to be left behind I run up behind her and run into her on purpose of course.

“What are you doing?” She says laughing.

“Running.” I answer trying to act smart.

“Oh my god!” I heard a familiar voice say from the door. “You brought ‘It?’” It was Kelsey of course. Who else would it be.

“HEY! I’m not an it.” I say putting on a fake sad face as if I were going to cry.

“You are suck a dork!”

“I know.” Just then a blue pick up pulls up in the drive.

“OOooo!!!” Jen says loudly.

“What?” I ask wanting to know what was so great about that crapy ass pick up. I soon figure out that it’s what’s inside of the pick up that she’s ‘Ooooing’ about.

So that’s Mike, huh? Blonde little skinny boy about a half inch taller then me. That’s the one and only oh so great Mike that I needed to meet so bad? Oh yeah I’m impressed. No, really I am. Do you see this face? It’s just over flowing with awe and wonder. Oh yeah. To be honest I didn’t see what was so great about this kid. For God’s sake he works at Burger King how great could he be? Oh well. I guess I should give him a chance before I go and be all mean to him.

After Mike was attacked by Jen and Kelsey we finally decided to head inside. Making are way through all the partly full boxes and other junk lying about real pigs pin I tell ya! we all sit down on the floor around the Ojai board Kelsey dug out earlier, in the living room.

“You guys believe in this stuff?” Mike asks giving Kel and Jen a funny look.

“And what if they did?” I say feeling kind of left out, even though I didn’t even know who the heck this guy was.

“Uhhh. . . Who are you?”

“That’s Ally, Ally Mike.” Kel says filling him in.

“Yeah, I figured that much out on my own.” I say trying to sound snotty, then giving Mike an evil look like I was going to kill him.

I don’t’ know what my problem is with guys. They just get on my nerves so damn bad though! They think there so damn smart and they can do everything better than a girl. And this Mike kid, well, I don’t know about him. I just don’t like him, at all. He looks to innocent so he must be hiding something. Something bad. I don’t want him hurting Kelsey. This is the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time.

“Wow, we’re going to get along great! Aren’t we?” Mike says sarcastically.

Ok, maybe I’m already changing my mind about this kid. He doesn’t seem that odd. Not to preppy or to corny like a loser or something. But he needs to put his shirt back on! Ugh. Ok he looks kind of good with out it, but my god! I’m a guest here, and I don’t want to see a half naked guy running around that I just met!

By the time Mike went back to work, at Burger King, I thought better of him. Maybe it’s cause we talked a little more and he seemed a lot like Jen and Kel. At the same time I swear I’ve seen him around some where. I don’t remember where. But it just hit me when Melanie’s name popped up in one of our conversations. I guess I’ll figure it out sooner or later, but until then, I got better things to worry about. Like High School. <_<

Ok... so you're taking the long route for us to get to know you.. :hehe: ! You write it in a story-form as to where most of the people here start with; 'hi my name is' and go from there. :tom: I meant it well, stop throwing tomatoes!!
:lmao: Umm, yeah, so I thought that was funny... :flush: Hope to read more about you soon, Ally/Erin!!

xxx
Petra

:aidsribbon:

I'm a moria orc!!!! :woot:

Wait... :unsure:

Why exactly should I be happy about that? Going from baby orc to moria orc... that makes me only more ugly... :cry2:

I WANNA BE A HOBBIT!! WHERE'S THE LOVE FOR THE HOBBITS???

:tom:

Ok, tomatoes made their point... Baby.. um excuse me Moira orc will keep quiet and get back into her cave... I'm staying there UNTIL I'm a hobbit...

:Frodo1: :merry: :pip: :sam:

Oooohhhh company... HIIIII.... LOL!

:knight: :knight: :knight: :knight:

AARRGGHHH, I'm the good guy... umm... girl!! STOP IT!!

:lmao: Ok, I'll stop now! ;)

xxx
Petra

CHAPTER 2:HIGH SCHOOL

It’s been about two months since I’ve met Mike. And well, we’ve become pretty close actually. We have an actually gang now! Consists of Jen, Kel, Mike, and me. Mike still owes me that free milk shake too! But I got bigger things to worry about. Like the first day of school. Not just any first day of school, the first day of High School. O yeah baby. Freshman year. It’s gonna be a blast, I can tell. Ugh.

Northwood High School isn’t that big really. It’s one of the smallest in the state of Indiana, I think. It’s pretty much one big square with separate halls shooting out from every side, so it’s pretty simple to find all your classes. There’s the math hall, the science hall, then English/something else hall, and just simple right. Oh yeah. Simple.

I walk down the main hall passing the office and turn into the first hall I come to. Clutching my schedule in my left hand, I push and shove my way through the people down to my locker.

I look up and scan the numbers as I walk by. 131. . .132 . .. 133 . . . And 134. Bingo! Unfolding the schedule in my hand I look up my combination.

“31 - 45 -17” I say to myself quietly, trying to remember it. Not ever having to use a combination for my locker before , I take a shoot at it. Turning the knob to the right I go to the first number 31. Then I move it to opposite direction to 45, then again to the right to 17. I pull up on the handle, nothing. ‘Ok maybe I was suppose to turn it to the left first’ I thought trying to stay confident. It was my first time, so there was nothing to worry about t right? Trying it again, turning it to the left first this time, I pull up on the handle. Nothing again. I try it almost seven more times, when two older girls come over.

“Do you need some help?” One of them asks. She looks kind of preppy and snobby, but since she was willing to help a loser Freshman like me open my locker, I thought she was ok.

“Yeah.” I say kind of embarrassed. I step to the side to let her do her stuff. Watching her turn the knob as I read off the numbers for her. She pulls up on the handle and it doesn’t open. She grumbles a little in frustration and tries again. Of course it doesn’t budge.

“Are you sure those are the numbers?” she asks me.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” I hand her my schedule to give her proof. Looking at the numbers off the paper she tries it again. Once again it does not open.

“Grrr. . .I was able to do this before!” She grumbles more to her friend than me. “ Sorry, I can’t get it. These things are weird like that. Good luck with it though.” With that she turns and walks away, just as my sort of kinda of not really but only when she comes in use for me my friend Sarah Crafton comes along.

I’m not trying to be mean to her or anything, but she was my friend in fourth grade. I obviously didn’t know her that well back then because that little 4’10” girl is annoying as hell! She just has way to much energy or something. I don’t know she’s just crazy! And annoying, very annoying. You can ask any Freshman and they would agree with me. Swear to God!

“Can’t get your locker open?” She asks me.

“Yeah. . . that’s kind of the case.” I answer already annoyed with her.

“Let me try. What’s your combination?”

“31-45-17” With a couple of turns and clicks she lifts the handle and whips the open. I just shake my head, wandering why I , or that older girl couldn’t get it open. But this little annoying girl can just open it like it was nothing. That kind of thing just pisses me off!

I grab a note book, a pen, and a pencil before throwing my bag in my locker and slamming the door. The hall is pretty much clear now and Sarah decides to follow me to my homeroom class since nobody else I know is around. Sarah seems to be talking about something, but I’m to distracted looking for people I know.

I felt like I didn’t have anyone here. All I had was Moni. Well Megan too, but she wasn’t into the same kind of things me and Moni were in to. We just. . .well. . . To put it in a more cleaner way. . .we just get into ‘trouble’. Anyway. Moni has been one of my best friends since the sixth grade. She moved here to Nap-town (Nappanee) Indiana from Mexico in the fourth grade. And she’s NOT I repeat NOT Mexican. She was born in Warsaw or some place like that not to far from here. So she doesn’t like being referred to a Mexican or Hispanic or what ever. Hell I still don’t know what she is any more! She’s just a great friend. Always there to cheer me up when I was down, by singing dumb songs she made up or just making fun of people in general. You can always count on Moni.

The reason I say that she’s the only one I have is because so many people had to leave or I just lost contact with. Moni’s cousins Lala and Eva moved to Mexico towards the end of eighth grade. Ham (Heather) moved to Plymouth in the middle of seventh grade then there’s was Karen. She’s Amish, so you can guess what happened there. We called her a ghetto Amish because she was so much cooler than the others. She was all pimped out with those safety pins in her bonnet and the small metal ball necklace we had. Her mom caught her sneaking out to go to this Mexican club Moni, Lala, and Eva always went to called the La-Bum-ba. We took some pictures of Karen wearing jeans and a tank top with her hair down kissing this guy and her mom found them of course. Her mom burnt all those pictures and the ones Karen had laying around of us and even burnt the clothes she had. Eva still had a pair of Mudd jeans she left at her house and that’s all she had left. Soon after that her mom pulled her out of school. I haven’t talked to any of them in over a year it seems. There was also this other little kid. Peanut (J.P.). He got held back in seventh grade so we all moved on with out him. Almost wanted to fail on purpose and get held back just to be with him, but we didn’t. That was the gang though. Eve, Lala, Moni, Karen, Ham, and Peanut. There was Tom too, but none of us really liked him. You’ll hear a lot more about him later.

I hear someone yell Ally from somewhere ahead of me. I peer through the people and I see Moni jumping around like an idiot. ‘I’m not surprised’ I say in my head.

“I gotta go. I’ll c-ya later.” I say as I make my escape from Sarah. I run over to Moni as quick as I can hoping she didn’t notice who I was with.

“Was that Sarah I saw you walking with?” Moni asks suspiciously looking from where I just came from.

“Uhhh. . .no?”

“Oh my god it was wasn‘t was it?!?! EEEWwwaahhh! Don’t you ever hang out with that girl! Ever! Ever! Ever! Ever. . .again!”

“Yeah, ok. We only got three minutes come lets go.” We head down the Science hall to our homeroom and sit down just as the bell rings.

“PPPSSSSssttttt!!!!!!!!” Moni whispers obviously loud, while Mrs. Harnish is taking attendance. Every one in the room turns to looks at her. “ALLY!” She throws a note and smacks me square in the head. Giving her a look I pick the note up and read it. It reads: ‘You want to go to the game Friday? Plllleeaaassee Ashley wants me to go but I don’t want it to just be me and her cause it’ll be boring with out you! Moe’ Rolling my eyes I nod in agreement.

Looks like I’m going to the big old foot ball game Friday. No big thing right? Yeah right. Until I meet some new people that are friends of Ashley’s and practically fall in love at first sight with her man. This is going to be a big night!