"Dibs on driving!" I call to my brother Grant and Nick, climbing into the Hummer H1 after we file out of the house and lock the door, leaving for the first day at school for our senior year at Roseville High. They both groan, I have no idea why they say my driving sucks, I guess it's because I do a lot of things while I'm driving because I'm good at it. Last year half the time I was doing my make-up and driving with my knees on the steering wheel because I was too tired to wake up early enough to do it all.

"Shotgun!" Nick yells just before Grant opens his mouth to say exactly that, making me laugh at his surprised and defeated expression.

Anywhore (me and my guy-friend Zach Goode started saying that our junior year), we hop into my gray-silver H1 and I rev it up, pulling out of our drive way and driving down the rode, on our way to pick up my friends from closest to our house to closest to school. 1st –Zach, my aforementioned bestest guy-friend. 2nd-Macey and Jonas, my boy-guru bff and my best nerd friend's nerd boyfriend that is also Grant and Nick's friend, Macey is Nick's girlfriend. They've won couple of the year every year since freshman year. Jonas and Macey are next door neighbors. 3rd, Bex, Grant's girlfriend and my kick ass best friend. Last is Liz, Jonas' girlfriend and my best girlfrand/nerd.

I know-'how can we all fit into the hummer?'-well the top is taken off so it's kinda like a jeep and Nick and Macey normal sit in the very back making out while we all jam out in front to the music and Liz and Jonas take the floorboard in the back.

ANYWHORE for the second time, I start blaring Jesse McCartney's Beautiful Soul as Zach climbs in the hummer, booting Nick to the back as he did every day since last year. We all yell along to the music. Me and Zach are loudest, Grant at a close second. Nick is barely quieter than us, though it used to be worse; he used to be much quieter, like a whisper. He used to pretend like he didn't know me and Grant when we were little.

"Morning, Pint Size," Zach greets me with his nickname for me.

"Mornin'," I grin, yelling to the music again. I pull up between Macey and Jonas' houses on the side of the rode as Down by Jay Sean and Lil' Wayne comes on, in which case Zach and I start singing louder and Grant and Nick shut up.

As Nick sees Macey he moves to the very back of the vehicle, she climbs in with his hand, and they abruptly start a morning make-out sesh. Seriously, you're my best friend, but that's GROSS with my brother and a 'hey Cams' would've been nice. Jonas quietly climbs in the back and greets us with small good mornings, immediately pulling his laptop out of its case and typing. Like I said, him and Liz, the perfect nerd couples. Love 'em both.

We then leave their houses and start our way to Bex's , then proceeding to sing Stripped by Shiny Toy Guns, where me and Zach actually sing to the company in the car, and I admit we sound pretty good, as we pull up to Liz's and she hops in the Hummer next to Jonas. We then go a few blocks, I think 6, and we arrive at school.

I pull into the tree-shaded, glorious senior parking lot and hop out of the Hummer, everyone filing out behind Zach and I, and I brush off my white knit top and blue tropical-floral shorts, then shake a rock out of my white sandals. Grant and Nick jump off the sides of the Hummer, clearly wanting to impress Bex and Macey, though Grant lands on his butt. Greeaaat job, brother. Doors are clearly to good for you. Nick picks up Macey and gently pulls her out of the back and Bex intelligently takes the door out, laughing at her boyfriend then kissing him to make up for it, Jonas and Liz taking the door out after her.

I'm surprised Nick and Grant made that plan and he took the time out of kissing Macey to actually leave the vehicle.

"Sched?" Zach makes more of a statement than a question out of it. We do this every year, we switch class schedules to check out what classes we have together.

Cameron Morgan Class Schedule Senior:

1st Period: AP Literature

2nd Period: Arts

3rd Period: AP World History

4th Period: Free Period

LUNCH

5th Period: French Language

6th period: Create Writing

7th Period: Pre Calculus

Zachary Goode Class Schedule Senior:

1st Period: AP Literature

2nd Period: Arts

3rd Period: AP World History

4th Period: Free Period

LUNCH

5th Period: French Language

6th period: Create Writing

7th Period: Pre Calculus

We high-five eachother and I grab my purse (satchel, as Grant points out, it looks like) out of my seat and we walk to Writs Hall, the senior hall, all chewing pieces of Wrigley's Juicy Fruit.

I look for my locker-207-and it turns out Zach's-209-is right beside mine. Locker buddies!

Zach, Grant, Macey, Nick and I head to our 1st period class together, we all have the same classes though they have 2nd period Italian Language and 6th period Home Ec. instead of mine and Zach's 2nd and 6th periods.

The 1st thing Mrs. Barnes (AP Lit teacher) announces is that this week we will be learning about 9/11 in depth and watching Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. I'm glad we get to pick our bean bags so I'm by Zach (right) and Grant (left) With Nick and Macey in front o us. I've seen that movie. And I bawled. So I am definitely going to use Grant or Zach as a snuggle buddy. Or a cry your eyes out all over their new t-shirt buddy…

Oh, and yes, I said bean bags, not desks. Every teacher and classroom that only teaches seniors has bean bags instead of desks for the class. That'd be 1st, 3rd and 7th periods for us.

She hands out our syllabus and starts the movie, passing out fresh buttery popcorn and sprites to everyone in class. I love being a senior.

By the time we are 20 minutes into the movie, I am crying my eyeballs out all over Zach's pretty little neon green and black Green Day t-shirt we got last year at a concert. Thing is, he doesn't mind.

After 45 minutes, the bell rings for 2nd period and I grab tissues before we leave, Grant and Zach waiting outside the bathroom while I clean up my face, which only takes a good minute and a half. Macey, on the other hand, was probably late to class.

Arts. My absolutely favorite class, Creative Writing at a close second and English at a close third. Mrs. Boland-Reidy (Just married to the 7th grade social studies teacher Mr. Mark Reidy, her first name is Jessica,) immediately clears her throat as everyone settles themselves in a leather cushioned stool behind their easles.

First Assignment

Due Date: Next Week

Assignment Description: Express how you see yourself

She scrawls down these words on the chalk board in her perfectly flourish handwriting (she's also the Creative Writing teacher I may add) and turns to face us, all of us students sitting behind our easels with a 18 by 12 inch canvas blankly sat on it in front of us, waiting for our feelings to pour out on and fill in its empty space.

"Begin!" she calls to us all.

I immediately turn to my canvas, staring. Staring. Staring. Staring. Pick up brush. Stare. Put down brush. Stare. Pick up pencil. Stare. Put down pencil. Stare. Pick up pencil stare. Chew on eraser in thought. Insert bell ringing here.

Ms. Boland keeps me after class and Zach waits outside for me, no doubt listening.

"Miss Morgan, you had absolutely nothing on your canvas all class," she observes.

Thanks, captain obvious, next time I'll be sure to check into that issue.

"I'm still thinking of what I want to paint. I haven't figured out myself quite yet," I say in a light, swishy voice I use with all grown-ups but my own parents.

**Skip to 4th period**

Zach and I decide to go out to the senior court yard and eat a snack of carrots and ranch dip by the bell, in the middle of the court yard, reading over Barnes' (first name Linda) syllabus and Mr. Backes' (first name Jeremy-our third period teacher).

Mr. Backes' Senior Syllabus

No actual rules. Do not disrupt class.

You may eat.

You may drink-no alcohol.

Nothing illegal, of course.

The only thing you need to pass my class is a pencil, notes, and this.

Hug your syllabus.

Snuggle it.

Sleep with it.

Love it.

Eat breakfast, dinner and lunch with it.

Take it out to the movies.

Do not disobey me.

Oddly, Mr. Backes, though he's a weird teacher, is one of my favorite-my third favorite to be exact.

Mrs. Barnes' Senior Syllabus

Don't break anything.

And that is why Mrs. Barnes is my 2nd favorite teacher. No wonder her 'syllabus' was a slip of paper.

For the other 40 minutes we have, we walk around campus freely talking. It's nice, the day is cool, clear and sunny, and we're comfortable. Until about 15 minutes into our talking sesh.

"Cammie," Josh greets me, his gang of idiots standing behind him.

"Josh…" I greet my ex boyfriend, looking down and to the side instead at him.

He wasn't the best boyfriend.

What happens next is extremely unexpected. EXTREMELY.

And you wont know what it is till the 2nd chapter(: Haha. Review, Follow, Favorite, I love you all, you're all beautiful, stay beautiful.