Big Time First Day.

I ran my hands through my hair one last time and accepted the bum-ish look that I wore. I walked out of the bathroom, into my room, and saw my lucky hockey helmet sitting on my dresser. Last night I made a wish as I held it, to me it would come true, to everyone else it was just an old black helmet. They didn't know the true meaning of why it was so special. My wish was to have a good first day of high school in this new town that my family had just moved to. I didn't know anyone and I needed all the luck I could get. If it was up to me I would wear it all day, but I didn't want to some off as a weirdo guy.

Within two years my little sister, Katie, and I have attended three different schools. We've stayed at the last one the longest, just so I could graduate middle school somewhere where I actually had friends and memories. Katie doesn't mind so much. She's eleven and she doesn't worry too much about leaving old friends, she's always been independent. I do kind of feel bad for her sometimes. I've always thought she could use a best friend. I never had one and I don't want my baby sister to be like me, friendless, alone.

I took one last look at my helmet, grabbed my backpack and left for school. We only lived three blocks from the high school so it didn't take long to walk there. East High was huge. It was the ideal high school. I found my way to my locker and punched in my code. There were no locks here. The lockers had buttons, we used codes. I organized my backpack and my beanie inside and took a look at my schedule. First hour was English nine, room 219. I made my way down the halls, watching other students walk by. They all seemed to know where they were going. I don't blame them, I was the one that missed orientation.

I found room 219 and walked in to find that I was the first one there. I took a seat way in the back. I never liked sitting in the front. I rested my head on my hand and watched as others students made their way in. Some walked in alone, others with friends. Most of the seats were filled when the teacher walked in. He wrote 'Mr. Smitty' on the board and made his way to his desk. The bell rang moments later and he began to introduce himself, when he was interrupted by the door swinging open. Everyone stared at the guy walking in with smiling faces.

He walked in with a confidence I'd never seen a person show. He had a gorgeous girl linked to each arm. Mr. Smitty gave him an angry look. I don't know if it was because this guy was tardy or because he probably gets more action than him.

Who is he?

And why does everyone worship him?

"Good morning everyone," the guy waved his sunglasses around.

"Carlos Garcia, please take a seat," Mr. Smitty snarled.

Carlos smiled and let the two girls go. He walked towards the back and took the empty seat next to mine. Everyone kept watching him smiling, especially the girls. They looked at him as if he were a celebrity.

He's a student?

And a freshmen?

Like me?

I ignored the questions in my head and avoided eye contact with this dude. I'm sure he never looked my way or anything. I kept focus on what Mr. Smitty was saying. He assigned us a book report on the book we were suppose to read over the summer, which of course, I didn't know about. I made a mental note to go to the library after school.

After class, Carlos linked arms with the girls again and walked out gracefully. I walked to my locker and searched for my world history textbook. Behind me I saw Carlos again. People stood around and watched him with sparkles in their eyes. I couldn't help but stare as he walked passed me. He seemed to have some sort of spell on everyone, but I didn't understand why. I shut my locker and walked to my next class, stopping myself from looking in Carlos' direction.

The rest of the day was pretty much the same. I saw Carlos between every class and the teachers all talked about the same things. I had fifth hour lunch with Carlos. Everyone crowded around the same side of the cafeteria, while I sat on the opposite side, trying to figure him out.

After school I went to my locker to get my beanie. I fixed it on my head and walked out of the school. Outside everyone crowded around a shiny red car. Of course, it was Carlos again. huh. I'm sure he already had his license, no doubt. The two girls got in behind him and they waved out the window. I stood there in shock. I still didn't understand who this guy was and why everyone followed him around.

I finally made it home and found Katie munching on a sandwich in the kitchen. My mom was in the living room still emptying boxes from the move. She saw me and stood up with a smile on her face.

"Hey honey, how was your first day?" She kissed my cheek.

"It was okay, I guess."

"Did you make friends?"

"Not yet."

"Oh don't worry. I'm sure you will soon."

I smiled at her and made my up to my room. I love my mom, she was always positive about everything, even if her job had her running around the country.

I walked into my room and threw my beanie on my side table. I grabbed my helmet and jumped on my bed. Memories of when I was a kid came to mind. I remember the day my dad came home with my gift. I was six and I had been playing hockey for only two weeks, but I knew right away that I loved it. Almost ten years I've had my lucky helmet, of course it fit me big at first, but now it's perfect.

"Maybe tomorrow will be lucky," I thought out loud as I rubbed my thumb on the carving inside that read 'Kendall Knight' in sloppy age six writing.