A CC Story

CC opened her eyes to see thick, curly blue hair and bright orange eyes staring at her. K stood up and jumped on the bed. “You’re awake! You’re awake! You’re awake!” K jumped off of the bed and cartwheeled around the room. “I made breakfast. Come and eat!” she said, running back into the kitchen. CC sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes, and yawned. She looked around the room. Her cat, Pickles, came up to her and rubbed his face along her arm. His gray fur was all over the room, and she expected that K would come to vacuum sometime today. CC got out of bed and stretched, still tired. She walked into the kitchen and slumped on the counter, her orange hair reflecting on the marble surface. K was drinking her morning coffee as usual, then gave the last few drops to CC. She sipped on the drops and immediately felt energized. It didn’t take much coffee to get CC awake in the morning. She stood up straight and realized that there were eggs and bacon for breakfast. Her eyes went wide as she screamed, “BACON!” and she quickly slid as much as she could onto her plate. K eyed the plate in CC’s hand. “Are you going to take any eggs?” she asked. CC shook her head. “Bacon is enough for me.” She walked over to the table and stuffed some bacon into her mouth.
CC put her school supplies into her book-bag and slung it onto her back. She ran outside to the bus stop where K was waiting for her. “It’s about time,” she said with a smile. “Can’t be late for the first day of school.” CC nodded her head quickly, not really paying attention to her cousin. Two boys with glasses walked up to the bus stop. “Who are they?” pondered CC. They were both talking about robots and machinery. The boy with bluish blonde bangs looked up and smiled at CC, and she smiled back. The boy with purple, swept back hair pulled a little tin sculpture out of his duffle bag. Then he took out a little controller and started moving the joysticks. To CC’s surprise, the tin sculpture’s blue eyes lit up and it started moving across the sidewalk. “Whoa, it’s a robot!” K said. She pointed to it. “May I?” The boy shrugged. “Why not?” K picked up the robot and flipped open the back. “Oh my gosh, look at all these gears! Did you make this?” CC craned her neck to see inside the robot. “Wow, that is cool,” she said. All of a sudden, the bus came rumbling down the road and stopped with a hiss. The doors flew open. A girl with bright red hair was sitting in the driver’s seat. “My name’s Janey. Welcome aboard!”
CC wandered around the halls of the school. The big blue tiles on the floor reflected everything she did. K spun in a circle with her arms wide. “I love this school!” CC looked around for her new room. She came to a classroom with deep green walls and gleaming white tiles. A tall girl with red hair in a tight bun smiled at CC then looked at a list. “Ah, your name must be CC! I’m Miss. Abby. Welcome to my class!” CC folded her hands behind her back and looked away shyly. She didn’t like talking to grownups. “Choose a desk. Anyone you want!” CC’s face lit up. She never got to choose her own desk! She was already beginning to like Miss. Abby. She chose a desk in the middle of the room and sat down. Then Miss. Abby taped down CC’s name onto the desk. K sat down at the desk right next to CC. “I really like Miss. Abby,” said K. CC nodded her head. Just then, a boy with black hair walked into the room. “GUS!” K raced up to the boy. “I missed you this summer!” she said. “Yeah, I missed you too.” CC knew that K and Gus were best friends. They had known each other since they were only three years old. This year, Gus had gone away on vacation so K couldn’t see him. “Come sit in the desk next to mine!” The twins they had seen at the bus stop walked into the room and sat down in the two desks behind CC. Miss. Abby tapped on her desk at the front of the room. “Time to time attendance!” she said. “K!”
“Here!”
“Gus!”
“Here!”
“CC!”
“Here!”
“Drew!” The boy with purple hair raised his hand. “Here!”
“Edward!” The boy with the blue-blonde hair raised his hand. “Here!”
“Mirabelle!” Miss. Abby looked around the room. “Has anyone seen Mirabelle? No? Ok.” The teacher checked her off as absent. Just then, a girl with very short brown hair ran into the room. Her green eyes glowed behind her thick, copper-colored glasses. “Sorry I’m late!” she said with a British accent.
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