8:49 am

"Yes!" I said to myself, as my eyes opened for the first time that morning.

Which, I can honestly say, had never happened before. Usually, the first words I say when I wake up are "Go away," and it comes out sounding more like "Murfleblorg."

But this was a morning different from any other. This, people, was a morning that I had been looking forward to ever since my mother first dragged me kicking and screaming to the school bus way back when. (I think you can still see the skid marks from my shoes at the bus stop.)

First of all, like I said, it was my birthday. Already a reason to celebrate, right?

But there was more — much, much more. Because this was the morning of the day I was graduating from Eastport Middle School. The first day of the rest of my life. The day I put the past behind me — all my crazy behavior and silly ideas and goofy troublemaking ways — and started acting like a mature person.

Or not.

I flipped over on the bed and reached for my phone, which was charging on the nightstand. I liked to sleep with my phone close by, and by close by, I mean approximately three inches away.

I texted my friend group — which included Timmy, Jake, Pete, and Nareem — two simple words: Today! Yeah!

Timmy texted back: See you at Jakes noon.

Nareem texted back: Very much looking forward to it.

Pete texted back: Rockin' high school baby.

Jake texted back: If you guys break anything in my house i'll kill you.

I was about to settle in for a nice long text war when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Honey?"

My mom poked her head in. She had a big blue balloon in her hand.

"Oh, hey, Mom," I said, putting my phone away. I didn't need her to start in with the you're-on-that-thing-too-much speech. There would be plenty of time for that later in the day. And for the rest of my life.

She kissed me on the cheek. "Happy birthday! Can you believe it? A birthday and a graduation all in one day!"

"Totally!" I said. "Although I do feel like I'm kind of getting ripped off. It would be nice to spread them out a little bit."

"I get that," Mom said.

I sat up in bed. "But, yeah, this is basically the best day of my life. No more middle school!"

"I thought you liked middle school."

"I guess so," I said, shrugging. Sometimes it's hard to explain to parents that you can like something but still want to never do it again. Sure, middle school was fun, but by the end, enough was enough, right? Time to move on.

"I better get going," I added, stretching. "Lots to do." But my mom wasn't moving. She was just sitting there, on the edge of my bed. This was weird — usually she had to beg me just to get up.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Like I said, I think I should probably get up."

She sighed. "It all goes by so fast."

"What does?"

"All of it." Then she took a tissue out of her pocket and blew her nose, which was also weird, since she never has a runny nose. "Megan's about to go to college. You're going off to high school. And you were both born yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

She smacked me on the head with a pillow. "Not literally yesterday," she said. "You're too young to get it, but time ... you blink and the years fly by, just like that."

That was when I realized that my mom was blowing her nose because she was crying a little bit.

"Don't be sad!" I said. "I'm not going anywhere! And neither is Megan! We love home! Home is awesome!"

"I know, sweetheart." She smiled, but it seemed like part of the smile wasn't actually there. "It's just that these big milestone days, they're not easy on a mother. It was hard your first day of kindergarten, and it's hard now." She wiped her eyes one last time, then got up and went to the door. "See you downstairs, birthday-graduation boy."

After she left my room, I decided to close my eyes for just a few more minutes. I couldn't believe my mom was talking as if my first day of kindergarten had just happened. I could barely remember it at all ...

FLASHBACK!!

"MOM! I CAN'T FIND MY LEFT SNEAKER!"

Young Charlie Joe Jackson was already late for his first day of kindergarten.

He stormed into the kitchen.

"I'M NOT GOING WITHOUT MY LEFT SNEAKER!"

"It was just in your room," his mother said, shaking her head. She knew what the real problem was. She knew he didn't want to go to school at all.

Together, they marched up to his room.

"SEE?" he announced. "IT'S NOT HERE!"

Without a word, his mother walked over to the closet, moved the toys, picked up the clothes, kicked away the balls, reached down, and pulled out a single blue shoe.

"Well what do you know?" she said. "Here it is."

Charlie Joe took one look at the shoe and burst out crying. "I CAN'T FIND MY FAVORITE SOCKS!"

After ten more minutes of crying, whining, and trying to make almost everything he owned disappear, Charlie Joe Jackson reluctantly walked with his mother and father to the bus stop.

"Are you coming with me to school?" he asked.

"No," they said.

"WHY NOT?!" he asked.

"Because school is only for children," his mother said.

At the bus stop, several other children were also waiting, including Charlie Joe's neighbor, Timmy McGibney. Charlie Joe and Timmy didn't know each other very well, and they didn't like each other very much. Charlie Joe thought Timmy was irritating. Timmy thought Charlie Joe was annoying.

"Say hello to Timmy," Mrs. Jackson told Charlie Joe.

"Hello," said Charlie Joe — but he said it to the ground, not to Timmy.

"Say hello to Charlie Joe," said Timmy's mother.

Timmy just grunted.

The bus came, and a lady got out. She had a vest that said BUS MONITOR on it.

"Okay, kids, this is it!" she announced. "Time to make it happen! This is going to be the most fun day ever!"

Charlie Joe burst into tears.

"I'M NOT GOING! I HATE SCHOOL!"

His parents gently guided him toward the bus, but he wasn't making it easy for...