Ava O.
New Year’s Resolutions
My New Year’s Resolution List:
1. Make a New Year’s Resolution List
2. How do you make a New Year’s Resolution List?
3. I have no New Year’s REsolutions anyway
4. Why do we even make these?
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Okay, I should probably start writing my New Year’s Resolution List right away because the New Year’s Festival is coming up in two days! And I haven’t even started yet! I really want to win Miss New Year’s this year. Miss New Year’s is the winner of the New Year’s Resolutions Speech. I’ve never won before. Anyway, I probably should get started right now. Now where is the paper…….
“Ding Dong,” the doorbell sang.
“Coming,” I yelled, still rustling through the drawers. I skipped towards the front door with a smile on my face. I opened the door, quickly and standing there behind it was my best friend, Jillian. “Hey,” I said, suddenly chipper. Jillian had short, bobbing, curly, brown hair with lavender highlights at the tips. She had green eyes, a small nose, and pale as a ghost skin tone. Overall, she was pretty popular. I mean not as popular as say Malorie, but she is like a direct descendant of Beyonce, so that’s not even close to the point. Anway, Jillian is popular, and I'm not, so let’s move on.
“Hey, Donna,” she said, excitedly, “Can you come over for a sleepover today?”
“Sure,” I said, happy to take a break from writing my New Year’s Resolution list. I mean I have been working REALLY hard, for the past hour, so I deserve a break. “Let me tell my mom where I’m going, first.”
Jillian stepped inside the house and closed the door behind her. “Mother,” I yelled, “I’m going to Jillian’s house for a sleepover.”
“Okay,” she replied, still yelling, “Just be back in time to write your New Year’s Resolution List for the Festival!”
“Alright,” I said, although, I didn’t really mean it. I mean, who would pass up a sleepover to writing a New Year’s Resolution List? I know I wouldn’t! Anyway, Jillian followed me into my room. I grabbed my large, seven pocketed, purple, white, and green Vera Bradley backpack, and stuffed it with my necessities. For example, my white phone charger, my white Ipad mini charger, my cute clothes, my combat boots, my blue heels, my silver sandals, my bright pink head phones, my gray laptop, my laptop charger, my brush, my hair elastics and hair bands, and my makeup. Which includes: pink blush, colorful eye shadow, pink, red, orange, and purple, lipstick, black mascara, black eyeliner, makeup remover towelettes, and nail polish. Every single color imaginable. I also stuffed my bag with my mother’s necessities. Such as, a sleeping bag, toothbrush, toothpaste, a pillow, and a book. Well, my sleeping bag and pillow didn’t fit in there, so I just carried them.
Then, I suddenly realize, I forgot something. The most important thing of all, my moderate sized, silver, coach purse. My purse held my most important necessities. Such as, my gold Iphone 6 Plus, my wallet (which has more than one hundred dollars in it), tissues, my Ipad Mini, eighteen pieces of bubble gum, ice breaker peppermints, two leftover candy canes from Christmas, hand sanitizer, my house key, and extra makeup (pink lip gloss, pink blush, gold sparkly eyeshadow, black mascara, and brown eyeliner in particular). Okay, so my bags were completely stuffed with everything I need for a sleepover, but I had everything, hopefully.
“Okay, Jills, hopefully I have everything,” I said while walking out of my room, “Peace out, Mother!”
“You are such a teenager, Donna,” she replied, shaking her head, “Remember that the New Year’s Eve festival is in a couple days, so manage your time wisely, my dear.”
“I know mother!” I yelled, as I was walking out the front door. I sighed. “Mothers, am I right?” I said kind of loudly.
“I heard that,” my mother yelled. Uh oh.
“Sorry, mother!” I screamed, hoping my mother doesn't ground me for the rest of my life. “Let’s make a run for it,” I said to Jillian, quietly. She nodded and then we started to run.
Jillian's house is only three blocks away, but it takes about twenty-five minutes to get there because we have to cross the center of town, near the mall. And you KNOW how hard that is. We live in Duxbury, Montana where there always snow, everywhere. Not to mention the hottest day we had in, like, ever was forty-three degrees Fahrenheit, and that was during the summer time. It is currently fifteen degrees out, and I am freezing cold. Maybe it’s because I forgot my winter coat (Oops). Anyway, we spared five minutes because we were running, but we stopped running when we reached the main road. On the main road, there is a bunch of shops, schools, and rinks. Like, Gary’s Gas Station, a Stop ‘n Shop, Radio Rebel Records (What even is a record?), the small common with trees covered in snow, a Dunkin’ Donuts, a McDonald’s, Rock N’ Rollerblading Rink, Princeton Pond, Duxbury Private School (my school), and the Duxbury Mall. The mall is huge, like one mile long and fifty stories high! I don’t get it! we had the money to buy a mile long mall and not enough money for a larger common. Our common is about, I don’t know, about one hundred feet long and like only twenty people can stand there, and they are really, really squished. Anyway, when we reached the main road, we stopped running and walked the rest of the way.
“Hey Mom!” said Jillian, when we walked in her front door.
“Hey Jillian!” she answered back, “Good to see you, Donna!”
“Good to see you too, Mrs. Harte!” I answered quickly.
“Hey Jills, you want to go to the mall?,” I asked Jillian, while walking up the large, wooden staircase, leading up to the bedrooms.
“Sure,” she said, following me up the stairs, “Hey mom, me and Donna are going to the mall. We will eat there!”
“Okay girls,” said Mrs. Harte, “Just be back at seven-thirty, sharp!”
“We will Mom,” said Jillian, “Don’t worry!” “Yet, I still worry,” she laughed. We ran to Jillian’s room and put our stuff down. I grabbed my purse and then we both walked to the mall. There, we went to Aeropostale, and I got some brown Combat Boots, and a cute white dress with a brown belt. Jillian got black Combat Boots, some dark blue jeans, a longer light blue, crop-top, and a white, leather jacket. Then we went to Robbie's Restaurant. I ordered a large Macaroni and Cheese, a medium Fries, and a large Diet Pepsi. Jillian got a double decker cheese burger, medium Fries, and a large Root Beer. For dessert we both got chocolate and vanilla ice cream, with hot fudge, whipped cream, oreo toppings, and three cherries, each. The food was soooooooooo good. It was like Heaven in your mouth. Wait. No. It was wayyyyyyyyyyyy better than that. The point is: it was reallyyyyyyyy good. Anyway, after that wonderful meal, we went to Kohl's and got, guess what we got? If you said jewelery you were one million percent correct. Okay. If all you smartie pants are thinking “OMG! Doesn’t this girl pay attention in math class, or in life at all?? It is physically impossible to go over one hundred present. We forgive you, this time. Just don’t let it happen AGAIN!!!” So anyway, I wasn’t being dumb on purpose……. Okay. Maybe I was……. The point is, I was just saying it, as a hyperbole, that if you guessed jewelery, you were right. So anyway, at Kohl's, we got jewelery. I got a blue, pink, white, black, and green Lokai bracelet, eight Pandora Charms, and two Traditions Sterling Silver Swarovski Crystal Birthstone Rondelle Charm. Wow. Now, that, was a mouthful to say. So, the mall was good.
The next day, we hung out at my house all day. We played Mario Kart 8, Super Fashion Show, and Just Dance 2016. All on the Wii U. By about, seven-thirty, my mom told me and Jillian that our fun, sadly, had to end. We both looked at each other, with sadness while we said our goodbyes. I waved out the window to Jillian as she walked down our long drive way. “Okay, my darling clementine,” said my mom, clapping her hands together, “Time to finish, or start, to write your list.”
“Okay, fine,” I retorted, quietly. I went into my room, and closed the door. I sat down at my desk, and thought. I thought about things I need to be better at. Like…. OHH, I KNOW!! I can write about how much I need to improve on back talking to Malorie, and her “super cool” posey. Ya, that’s what I’ll do. Oooh, and flirting with my crush, Jake. His long, dark hair is as soft as clouds, and his eyes. Ohhh, his eyes. They are emerald green, beautiful, shiny, light, emerald green eyes. Ahhh.
“Ohhh,” interrupted my mother, breaking me from my trance, “Remember, sweetie, you have nothing you need to improve on. You are amazing, just the way you are.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, softly. Then it hit me. And I grabbed a piece of lined, paper and started to write.
The next day, at the festival, I was pacing around the stage. Just then, the announcer said, to the audience: “Now, to tell you all, her New Year’s Resolutions for this year, Donna Greay.” The audience clapped their hands, loudly, as I walked onto the large, tall, metal podium.
“Hi everyone,” I said into the microphone, “Um, I have a speech for you today. It’s kind of like my News Year’s Resolutions, but with a twist. Um… Well, during this time, you know how everyone is always going about how they can do much better than they already are. Like, how they improve their makeup job, or do their hair a different way. Or, even get into “popular group”, (finally), this year. And occasionally, I hear, a few, improve my grades, or exercise more often. Well, in fact, I have something to say about it. I think people should stop, because, well the thing is, nobody is perfect. And the truth is, I am sick to death hearing about this. I mean, not one human being that has been born on this very earth, was perfect. No one, is perfect, and no one will ever be perfect. Some people are good at some things, some people are not good at some things. But, everyone is good at something, and not good at another thing. Just, one thing, I don’t need to get better at anything, because, honestly, I am perfect just the way I am. And I am not afraid to say that. And neither should any of you! I am proud of who I am, and I am actually, believe it or not, I don’t want to get into the popular group, because everyone who thinks they are sooo popular, are jerks. And I feel sorry for them. They care more about what they look like, and who knows them, then what kind of person they are inside. Because, beauty ALWAYS lies within. So this year, I am going to stay just the way I am, and no one is going to change that. And advise you all to do that too. Remember always be yourself, because everyone else is already taken. Thank you.”