How did I get back here?

beep...

Beep...

BEEP...

BEEP!

My hand shoots out and  turns off the alarm clock. It sounded like my old alarm clock... when did I plug that thing in. Oh, well, too tired to think about it. It's 6:30. Ugh, I have to wake up for school. Math, Writers Craft, then a test in Living and Working with Children. Can't I just sleep in a little longer...

I roll out of bed, directly on to my floor and slowly sit up. I slap on whatever cloths are at the top of my drawer and head downstairs to make my lunch. I can't find my backpack, so I just use my old one. My brother and sister are behind me as we walk out the door to get on the bus. I've hardly opened my eyes all morning, and when I get on the bus, I fall asleep...

I wake up about five minutes before we get to school, and when we pull up in the round-about, I gather my stuff together and begin walking to the front of the bus. My brother's voice rings out from behind me.

"What are you doing, this isn't our stop."

"What?" I ask tiredly as I turn to face him.

He rolls his eyes and scowls. "Wake up. This is the high school. We get of on the next stop."

The next stop. The elementary school. I look at him a little closer. Is it just me or is he a foot shorter than I  remember him being. Then the weirdest, freakiest idea hits me and I rip open my backpack, taking out my binder.

The very first page says Welcome to Grade 6.

By now the bus has reached the elementary school, and I doubtfully walk off.

And it turns out to be true. I'm on all the class lists and none of the teachers think it's strange that I'm in their class. I can tell by looking in a mirror that I'm at least two inches shorter than I am. Or was. Or will be. When school is done and I get back on the bus, I close my eyes and concentrate. How did this happen and how do I fix it?

Perhaps most people would see this as a grand opportunity. Perhaps other people would be thinking right now "how should I spend the day?", or "what should I eat, play, watch, and say, as I am given this grand opportunity to relive my childhood?"

Quite frankly, all I can think of right now is "wow this is weird what is going on this is soooooo messed up." After a few minutes of muttering that to myself and holding my head, I hear a loud sound coming from the front of the bus. I look up and see my sister engaged in a passionate argument against some other person. I am quite shocked to hear that they are hurling horribly foul language at each other, and can't help thinking to myself that my sister should know better than that. Of course, it is kind of strange because whenever they cursed, a censor came out of nowhere to drown out their words.

"You're such a BEEP," she says.
"Oh yeah, well your a BEEP," he says.
"I can't believe you BEEP said that to me," she said. 
 The censors keep getting louder and louder, then suddenly stop, and I feel a rough hand shaking me back and forth.

" What are you doing still asleep?" I hear my mom's voice asking. That alarm is so loud it woke me up from across the hall. Get to bed earlier next time."
With that she walks out of my room, flicking the lights on as she goes. I turn my head to my alarm clock. 6:35... and I still have to go to school...