The sun’s rays were floating gently into her room, shining in her eyes waking her, much too soon in her opinion. Although a quick glance at the clock told her it was a little after three in the afternoon. She rolled around a few times looking for the comfort and warmth of her bed only to find stiff muscles and a growling stomach. She finally gave in, picked herself up off the bed and made her way to the kitchen in an attempt to scrounge together enough food to call lunch since her mother had yet to make the short journey to the local grocery store. It was Sunday afternoon, rather warm for a day in mid January, explaining the note left by her family telling her they would be at the park with her little brother and dogs all day and would bring home dinner later that night.

The girl stood in her kitchen staring at the microwave as it began counting down the seconds her leftover chinese food had to cook. It was a lucky find and she was content with her choice. The microwave’s timer got to one and she quickly opened it before the annoying beeping noise could be made. she pulled the plate out, slightly burning her hand before putting it down and grabbing a water for herself. She walked to the living room towards the couch. She gently sat down and attempted to set her plate of yummy looking food on the coffee table to her right but as she did, she didn’t put it far enough on and the plate came crashing down. Her food in a splattered mess on the ground. She immediately regretted her decision to eat in the living room and began to clean up. Once the food was in the trash and the plate in the sink she was determined to find something else for lunch.

With a frustrated slam of a car door she sat in her car defeated by the lack of food in her house. She had around seven dollars in her pocket and a nearly empty gas tank. She began the short drive to get a taco to replace her previous lunch that was rudely brought crashing to the floor by gravity. She ordered her food and drove down the road that would take her back to her house and avoid the traffic that had accumulated. As she drove she rolled down her windows and opened her sunroof playing her music much too loud but enjoying the weather that would be short lived according to the forecasted snow for the next day. As drove the receipt was picked up by the wind and blown into the near by park. Oblivious to that fact she continued on her way home where she enjoyed her meal and then went back to her lazy day in.

Monday morning her alarm went off four times before any progress of getting out of bed was made. She rushed to get ready and get a good parking spot at school which rarely ever happened. She pulled out of her driveway and to school finding a parking spot at the back like usual. Quickly walking into school and in first block right as the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief. Her day was typical, she used clay in ceramics, drew in drawing, ate a simple lunch that she managed not to drop which was something she was happy about. Applied arts she made a handle for the bag she had made and then she walked to her creative writing class. Her teacher had the class take small paper bags outside to look for things to pick up and put in the bag for inspiration. The went to the small park she had driven past the previous day. She saw a small piece of paper rolling across the ground and picked it up. Looking at the receipt it was from where she had gone yesterday and had her order on it.

“That’s where that went.” she mumbled to herself putting it in her bag and walking over to a small sugar packet she saw laying in the grass.