Hey, Soul Sister

Why does school have to happen so early? Why can't it start in the afternoon? It's obviously a conspiracy... I just haven't figured out what They're trying to do to us. Before I open my eyes I know it's early. The sunlight blares down on me, my eyelids warm. I throw a small fit, pissed because I didn't wait for the alarm. I sit up quickly, the covers falling down my chest. I pull the cover over my legs, climbing out of bed. Scooting to the bathroom I drag my feet across the warm hardwood floor. My stomach growls as I climb into the shower. This is going to be a day to remember; I can feel it. This is the trip I've been waiting for all week. We're going to the Museum of Historic Landmarks, which is basically a place where people put old things that nobody wants. History is probably the worst class this year. I got stuck with Mr. Lotting. He's the biggest d****e in the school. We're finally getting out of his class all day. The entire History department is excited. The steaming water hits my back roughly, dripping down my body. I open my shampoo and squirt some into my hand, rubbing it in my hair. The trip was first come first serve, and luckily I was one of the first ones. My brother and I, should I say. My brothers a bother. All he wants to do is hang out with me. That's not going to happen. I continue to shampoo and rinse out my hair, humming a tune that I heard on the radio. Ellie's not going though. Her parents are going through some things, and the fifty dollars it cost to go to the trip is out of the question. That and she lost the permission slip. Ellie's been my girl since freshman year. Two years ago I asked her to the dance and she said yes. Ever since then we've been together. I, on the other hand, have had the slip in my history binder since I got it. I'd do anything to escape Lotting's class. I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Stepping out I slip and grab onto the towel rack. I run gel through my hair, my fingers reaching every inch of my head. I then brush it down, most of it covering my eyes. I brush my teeth and head to my closet. I pull on some band t-shirt, my ripped jeans, and a pair of nikes. I grab my jacket and pull it over my shoulders. I look at myself in the mirror. My boxers are poking out of a hole on my thigh so I pull them down to cover it. I look fine. "Brady! The bus is here! Hurry up!" My mom calls from downstairs. I roll my eyes and run to the window. My brother Eric is walking out of the front door. I turn and run to my nightstand. I run across my bed and reach for my backpack. Two binders fall out as the bus honks. Eric must have told the driver I was coming. I quickly grab one, slamming into my backpack as I dash out of my bedroom door. I take the stairs two at a time, kiss my mom on the cheek and run out of the house. I can see the driver's glare before I reach the bus. He's not keen on waiting for kids. I mumble an apology as I look for a seat. My friend Matt is looking at me, waiting for me to sit by him. I dodge loose feet as I walk down the aisle. I plop down next to him as he starts to mumble about some stupid comic. I organize my backpack as the bus bounces. I take out the folder that fell minutes ago and look for my slip. After minutes of shuffling I realize that my history binder is in my bedroom. I slam my head on the glass window in anger.

Author's Note

First chapter may be a little choppy. In my opinion I used too many "I's" :)
CC is appreciated.