Monday. One of the hardest days to wake up on, especially after a crazy weekend, as well as one of the most stress full days of the week since it marks the start of school. My hair was sticking up in all directions—because of the wind I had just come out of—as I walked through the entrance of Maplewood High School and I was having difficulty keeping my eyes open. In fact, I even tripped on the door-less doorstop as I rounded the corner. Fortunately, I didn't come into contact with the ground, but when I looked up, I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

As I walked down the main hallway, I could see the freshmen leaning against the lockers and talking to their friends. When I came to an abnormally large group of them, I tried to inch past them, but they took up more than half the hallway and I ended up bumping into one of my friends, Kaitlin, who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Oops! Sorry, hon!" I apologized as we walked further down the hall.

"It's not your fault, Kristin, those stupid freshmen just need to get out of the way. They can't block the girl's bathroom like that!" I smiled as the Irish brunette lifted her hands in frustration. About half-way down the hallway, passed the math and French classrooms, we found our lockers. Since the lockers at my high school were assigned alphabetically, ours were always next to each other.

"Okay, let's see if I remember…forty-something, twenty something, turn…" my locker immediately popped open and pictures of my other two friends—Katie and Vince—as well as a picture of my niece, Ella greeted me. Feeling the numbness from my fingers, I bent down to grab my orange binder, blue World History notebook, and polka dot pencil bag and closed my locker.

"Kristin Alana!" I turned around to see my other friend, Kristina, standing in the middle of the hallway, arms across her chest, and her black boot tapping the floor. "Where is your coat, young lady?"

I shrugged, "I don't have one and just because you're a senior doesn't mean you can go all 'mother' on me. You are the only person shorter than me, you know." She tried to look offended, but I gave her a hug. "Come on you know I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

"Oh, but I love you more!"

"No, I love you more!"

"I love you the mostest!" The thin, raven-haired girl grumbled and turned to walk the other way. "See you in choir!"

"Kristin, do you always have to do that when you see your friends?" Kaitlin asked, looking at me and shaking her head.

"Of course! It let's everyone know that I excessively love them." My eyes glanced over at the locker beside mine, locker 146, and I pointed at it. "Hey, do you happen to know whose locker this is?"

She looked at me with a weary look. "I've never seen anyone open it. Why?"

"Just being my old curious-self."

"Well, curiosity did kill the cat."

"No, the cat killed curiosity. I thought everyone knew that!" I started walking back towards the mob of freshmen and Kaitlin walked with me.

"That is theoretically im—" the first bell cut her off and my eyes widened in surprise. I guess this morning went by super lightning fast, despite the grogginess I felt.

"Bye! I'll see you in World History!" I yelled as I walked to Miss Slake's room. To add to my little boiling pot of happiness, the freshmen had scattered by the time I got to where they were gabbing and I walked, begrudgingly, into my Apparel class. Somehow, someway, I ended up in my seat, staring at the desk, until an unfamiliar voice fell upon my ears.

"Hello?" I slowly looked to my right, where Collin was supposed to be sitting (I guess he dropped out of the class), and instead I saw a, what I assumed to be, a tall red head, who looked to be about my age, with warm brown eyes and a wide smile. I've seen the movies, and I've read the books. This guy looked to be exactly like Fred Weasley.