A Memory Of... How My First Day Of High School Is Likely To Go

Imagine me on a school bus. Sitting in the very front because I'm a freshman an there fore "fresh meat". Sitting near the bus driver is probably my safest bet, unless it's a crazy drunk one, in which case I will try to mingle with sophmores. Anyway, I'll probably be the only one with a backpack, first of all. My good ol' L.L. Bean backpack has been faithful throughout my middle school life, but to be honest, I ave a feeling that all the girls will have one-shouldered messenger bags. Embarassed, I will tuck my bookbag behind me, like a pillow, and pretend to listen to music on my iPod Touch, while really reading a book on it. Then, the bus will hit a bump and some item will fly at me and launch my beloved iPod out the window. I can sense that happening; my iPod being crushed under the wheels of a Toyota.
Then, I will find out that my locker is across the school from the rest of my classes, so I'll have to carry my bookbag around, being more frustrated about the messenger bag thing. Our homerooms are supposedly going to be in alphabetical order, and since Leo's last name is around the end of the Bs and mine is at the beginning of the Cs, hopefully we'll be together. Unless fate is really PMSing and decides to cut the first homeroom off at the end of B. He'll have some snotty girlfriend who so doesn't deserve him, and whose last name starts with A. I will get detention for sending her death glares.
Since I was stupid enough to take all honors classes and no lunch, I'll probably be swamped with homework by the end of the hour, and have no classes with Leo. I heard that one of the English honors teachers is particularly evil, she even told us during the high school open house a few months ago that she is worse than every oher teacher in the school. Watch me get her. Just watch.
Finally, my social life will come to an end, because of all my homework and because my fngers will be so swollen from writing that I won't be able to use the computer.
Speaking of my social life, my mom is on a complete mission to get rid of it. She finds excuses for me to not do things with my friends. Examples: sleepovers/"I'll have to feed them" mall/"I don't appreciate you spending all of my money" (I only buy clothes with my allowance. which i get from my dad. i have never asked my mom for money.) baseball games/"Since when do you care about baseball?" (I am a dedicated Yankees fan, and I know pretty much everything there is to know about the rules of baseball) going to someone's house after school/"For WHAT?" "For fun, mom." "What's so fun about it?"
I had no friends in fifth grade, and now that I have a ton of friends in middle school, she resents me. She used to compliment all my accomplishments, and now she insults me for no reason, especially when I mention having fun with friends. Want to hear my theory of why this is? Here goes: she has no friends. Not kidding. It's true. She might be jealous, or I might be really shallow to think that, but whatever.
What. Ever.