Kamari Parkinson: Story of my life

Kamari Ny’Sholle-Jean Parkinson Story of My Life By: Symphony A. Pettway It was dawn. The sun wasn’t quite risen, but the midnight-blue sky was slowly beginning to lighten. “Wake Up!” Kamari’s mother called her from the downstairs kitchen. Stubborn but obedient, Kamari rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her face into the soft folds of her warm pillow. ‘Whose idea was it to invent school anyway?’ She thought. She was far too comfortable to move now. She shivered subtlely at the thought of the autumn air creeping inside of her jacket on her walk to the bus stop. Then, reluctantly, she opened her eyes, peeled the warm covers back, and got out of bed. Once she’d gotten to the bus stop, there were her best friends Analia& Dinah, who were also overslept and didn’t want to go to school. They were smart kids, made straight A’s no B’s. As soon as they arrived to their high school, there was the head Principal at the end of the hall, then he walked toward us. ‘Well, Good Morning, Ms. Parkinson. Why are we so tardy today? That’s not like you girls to be this tardy, 1st block has started.’ He said calmly. ‘Yes, I know Mr. Jones’, please don’t put me in detention. I didn’t hear my alarm clock ring, and it was real cold outside, so I was finding the warm and comfortable clothing to wear. Then we had to wait at the bus stop for the bus and it never came. Then we walked all the way here.’ She replied.