"Coming mom!" I yelled. Today was the first day of the 7th grade. You would think I would be excited to be amongst the older kids now, but I am nowhere close to excited. Going to school means having to face Peter, my 5th-6th grade boyfriend. I had broken up with him at the end of school party in June, don't ask why. It's a long story.

I ran down the stairs, grabbing an apple as I passed the kitchen, and out the door. Mom was already in the car with an irritated expression on her face. "Abigail! Your already late! Hurry up and get in the car!" she yelled at me." You know I could have just rode my bike" I told her. I always tried to get out of riding with my mom, because she always plays horrible country music, and sings along to it way too loud." Too bad!" The second she started the car her music started playing. I moaned and started to text my best friend, Nick.

(First line is Abigail. second is Nick.)

Hey! Are you already at school?

Yeah. What is your locker number this year?

Number 204. Why?

Oh no. peter's is number 205… he just asked me where you were and said he needed to talk to you.

OMG I will be at my locker in just a minute we just pulled up. See ya in 30 seconds!

Kk see ya!

My mom said good bye then drove away to work. I walked through the doors to be welcomed be Nick who tackled me in a hug. "ow!" I told him sarcastically and pulled myself up off the floor. "whoops. Sorry I didn't mean to tackle you." Nick told me. " its fine!" we exchanged another hug before walking to my new locker.

Suddenly I was being quickly and forcefully dragged outside.