“The Back to School Blues”


Short Story # 2


English 310


Creative Writing


July 27, 2004



“No! I am not going!” I yelled down the hall to my mother.


“Oh yes sir you are! Get out of bed and get your clothes on this instant you are going to miss the bus. You know that the bus always comes early on the first day of the school year.” She shouted back.


I did not want to go back to school, but before I knew it, I was standing on the corner waiting for the bus. The bus by the way was five minutes late, not early; once again, my mother did not know what she was talking about. I tried to tell my mom that nobody would know if I did not show up for the first day of school, besides I told her no one would believe what they were looking at when they saw how much I had changed over the summer, or at least that’s what I had hoped.


The bus rounded the corner and I could feel my palms begin to sweat. I usually always look forward to the first day of school, but not this year. This year I was wishing that this summer would never end, but I guess I did not wish hard enough. This year I was the first one on the bus route.


“Good Morning!” Exclaimed the bus driver.


“Morning.” I muttered back.


“How was your summer?” She asked.


“It was okay. Nothing out of the ordinary just the same old, same old.” I replied as I thought to myself; why didn’t she just come out and ask what she was really thinking…”Good gosh Sarah! You sure did pack on the pounds! What are you parents feeding you?”


As I walked down the aisle of the bus, I knew this was only the beginning of the questions about how I had gained so much weight. The empty rows of seats seemed to fill up so quickly and before I knew the bus had pulled up to school. It was time to confront my worst fears or I could just crawl under the bus seats and hide until the bus driver parked the empty bus in the shopping mall, but what would I do for the entire day. I got off the bus and got my schedule out of my book bag. Just perfect, I had locker number 245, which was in the main hall; this meant no matter how hard I tried to hide everyone would see me.


"Porker!" the crowd of boys yelled at me as I struggled with my locker combination. I did not need to look up, I knew exactly who it was. It was Sam Jones, the rest of his little pack had zeroed in on me the first day of school, and ever since then, they had teased me. I was well aware that I had put on weight during the summer and I had already been embarrassed to start my first day of middle school with my newly grown curves and awkward rolls growing around my belly. I had hoped that no one would notice, but leave it up to Sam and his newfound popularity to make sure that everyone who mattered noticed.


Sam was your typical middle school boy. He was shorter than almost all the girls were and he had soft brown hair fashioned in a low maintenance bowl cut. You could almost always find him sporting a t-shirt flashing the expression "BLANK is life, the rest are just details.” You can fill in that blank with any sport you can imagine because this kid had them all. Suddenly this year all the girls decided he was the new hottie, they all fantasized over him, but he did not give them the time of day. This only made the girls talk about him and doodle his name on their notebooks. Once all the boys saw the way the girls reacted to Sam, they all could not wait to be just like him. Every move he made, they all would follow.


After the gang of boys had passed, and I finally got my locker open, I drudged to math. I could not stand