Personal Narrative: If I Were A Latina Woman

The next morning could 've gone better in retrospect. I woke up to an alarm ringing feverishly in my ear. When I sluggishly smacked it, rather than it successfully turning off, it fell of my desk, hit the floor, and continued ringing, just as loud, if not louder. I looked to the ceiling in disdain. Following the rude awakening was the realization I would have to go to school. On my birthday. I was now fifteen. If I were a latina woman, this would mark my transition into womanhood, and we would have a big party to celebrate. Unfortunately, I was not. Unfortunately, I was a pudgy, white teenager in America, who might get a cake.
I got up, threw on some clothes, and ran downstairs. To my surprise, no one was there. I expected James getting ready for work, or his mom cooking breakfast, or Sadie pacing about like the worthless lazy mutt that

She had drawn out the smiley face like it was a text emoji. Why me. The sun shone brightly outside. The wind was calm, and so were my shitty neighbors. Everything was peaceful. I walked to school a tad more giddy than usual, passing Lacy’s on the way. School went by horribly slow. In first hour they talked about the Cold War. How everything was very anticlimactic and just a bunch of people waiting around anxiously. Or at least that 's what I pulled out of the lesson. I even pictured myself in the Cold War, or rather coming back from the Cold War, and being awarded for his honorable duties. No wait. I was just thinking about my present at home. Second and third hour weren 't so terrible, we did math that came easy to me, and talked about fingerprinting. I peered over at the Lacy’s girl a few times. I swear she did the same a few times. At one point, she even got up and walked right up to me. Or rather past me.....to get a tissue. I still didn 't know her name, and I was too awkward to ask about it. So the way I saw it, was that I could wait and listen until someone addressed her.
No one