It's just before dawn in Grover's Corners, Massachusetts. The birds are chirping and the sun is rising up in the sky. A beautiful sky, that is.
All the children in Grover's Corners are getting ready for school. Some small children are getting their snacks ready for preschool and elementary. The pre-teens: middle school. Most kids in the area, however, are getting ready for high school. St. Cecilia's, the high school in Grover's Corners.
The bus comes at the bus stop at 6:30 AM. All of the kids are all full of joy and glee. Except for Peter Simmonds, however.
"Don't you just love the first day of school, Peter?" Emily Webb asked Peter. She was his bus buddy in Kindergarten and sadly, on the boy's part, the student council member never broke her vow.
Peter shrugged, looking out the window. He daydreamed as the trees and the houses flew by. He couldn't wait to see Jason in English class, his favorite subject.
Jason.
He missed that dirty blonde haired boy all summer. Jason went all over the place during the summer. Florida, New York, California, you name it. It wouldn't surprise Peter if his parents took Nadia and Jason all over the place just to their son away from him. They hung out every day since the first day of first grade.
Especially after their kiss under their special tree in the park in the eighth grade.
"It's alright, I guess."
"You guess? You were the second smartest person in Mr. Wellerstein's class! Behind me, of course.
"Are you excited to see Jason again?"
Peter forgot he told Emily about their relationship. Fuck.
"Y...Yeah. I am," he said, a smile appearing on his face.
Putting in his headphones, Peter drowned his nervousness into the world of West Side Story. He just wanted to be in first period already.
George Gibbs looked over at his cousin, Jason. His cousin was the most popular boy in school. Himself, on the other hand, was a nobody in the eyes of the girls at St. Cecilia's. Sure, he was the best at baseball but that didn't matter to Ivy or Madison. You needed the looks to get the girls, not the grades or the skills.
Sadly, George lacked that one thing.
"Do you think you can put a good word in for me with Ivy?"
"Ivy? That's Matt's girl. He can you take you down, bro."
"Did I hear several words in sentence about Ivy and a synonym for fight?" Lucas Carter, the drug dealer in town, smirked. He didn't really care if the old bus driver told him to sit down and to stop chewing gum. Lucas just went by his own rules.
Jason laughed, taking out his earphones. He told Lucas about what George wanted.
George, on the other hand, didn't expect Lucas to laugh in his face.
"Ivy? That's just…..just silly, man. You're more of a….um….Emily Webb kind of type."
George was floored.
"Emily? Are you serious? She's…" He was stumped. George never realized that Lucas Carter could be right for once in his life. Emily got good grades and was beautiful, besides the whole braces stunt in fifth through ninth grade.
The bus came to a complete stop and there it was in all of it's not real glory. St. Cecilia's. It was a beautiful school inside however. Besides the no air conditioning, the several hours in the high school wasn't as much torture as say living during the French Revolution.
At least the principal didn't let the children in the Massachusetts town starve and make barricades out of desks.
"Another school year begins, my friends." Lucas said, wrapping his arms around Jason and George's shoulders.
Oh brother.