Middle school madness.

Since the weather has started warming up, spring has been springing, snow melting, everyone has been getting their tags for pink and purple bunny hunting, all that jazz etc etc, it's become my recent habit to walk to work. Today was no exception, I rather like being outside for the last few minutes before I'm cooped up in a hot kitchen for most of the afternoon. Lime green backpack in tow, I'm meandering down my street, for the most part lost in the mental fog that accompanies morning time. Behind me I hear the school bus stop and pick up the kids at the house next to mine. As I hear it continue towards me I scoot off the road to give it room. I find it odd that the bus seems to be slowing down as it approaches me..in fact, it pulls past where I am...and stops.

No. Way. But the doors begin to open....No. Freaking. Way. It's not even the high school bus! I have just been mistaken for a middle schooler. A pimple attacked, boobs finally appearing, boys might not be entirely gross, Hannah Montana is my hero, fashion disaster that describes most 14 year olds.

Actual statements I endured the rest of the day:

Billy- "Don't get smart with me Brenna; I'll call headstart and tell them where you are!"

John: "There's someone here to see you Brenna. I think it's the truancy officer!"

Darryl: "Just because you look like a middle schooler doesn't mean you need to like Justin Bieber, remember that!"