High school changes people. Best friends that have been like sisters since kindergarten grow apart, and that ugly boy that was nerdy all through middle school suddenly becomes the cute and popular hunk of the whole school. Rumors of what he said, she said are constantly appearing, but regardless, people say that high school is the time of your life. A time when you grow into the person you want to be, and find the person you want to be with. Everyone, EVERYONE has a high school story.
This is mine.
"This is it! We finally made it!" My best friend since fifth grade, Brianna, hugged me as we walked through the gates of our somewhat small town school. Both of us knew what high school meant, we had only talked about it most of the summer: Boyfriends. Yes, we both had never had boyfriends, never even close, only the ones we made up with our imaginations, never really seeing any of our guy friends as more than friends. Well, save for the time Brianna and one of our guy friends, Thomas, tried to hook me and one of our other guy friends, Chris(who just happened to be Thomas's best friend), up at the beginning of eighth grade, but that didn't quite happen. (I got cold feet!)
All of us were band geeks, that's the only world we had known since sixth grade. I played flute, and was quite good at it. Brianna, Thomas and Chris played sax- Chris on tenor, Brianna and Thomas on alto. This year would be our first marching season, and from all the camps we were already sick of it. Of course we couldn't complain, we were freshman. Fresh meat, as the upperclassmen liked to say. Surprisingly, I would become friends with many upperclassmen; I just didn't know it yet.
"Yeah! You know the promise right?" I glanced at Brianna wearily.
"How could I forget, Ally?! We both need to find boyfriends this year. Without a doubt." Brianna winked at me, eyeing Chris across the room.
"Bri, you do realize that 'incident' was over a year ago, and he and I are both over each other, right?" I stood a step back, hands on my hips, she knew not to argue. Instead she just sighed and waved goodbye as the bell rang, yelling "Wish you luck!" as she did so. This should have been my first warning of what was to come.
I had Spanish 1 first hour, as luck would have it. As I stepped into the classroom, I paled. I figured one of the upperclassmen from band would be in this class; they had to take at least two years of Spanish to graduate. Zero, zip, nada was the number of faces I recognized in the room. I scanned the room for an open seat when a girl sitting about two seats from where I stood pointed to my backpack and smiled. "Nice bag. You like Gir too?" She was wearing an Invader Zim hoodie.
I almost collapsed with relief. "Um…yeah. I got it at Hot Topic." I swallowed nervously, hoping I wouldn't get my head bit off for what I was about to ask. "Is the seat behind you taken?"
"No, I guess you can sit." The girl moved her legs so I could get by. "I'm Lauren. Junior class." Lauren smirked at this, she knew what I was.
I quickly took the seat, practically falling into the desk-chair-thing. "Ally, freshman class." For some reason I could feel my face getting hot, I noticed a few students who were close enough to hear turn when I mentioned the word 'freshman'. I didn't know my torment was only beginning. "Joy… This should be an exciting class." I rolled my eyes sarcastically
Lauren was about to say something when the teacher strode into the room, sweeping his arms wide."Buenas Dias class! Welcome to Spanish 1! I am Mr. Call." He smiled and walked over to his desk, humming some show tune along the way. "Apparently we are required to do a head count by grade. Administration crap." I could tell that Mr. Call wasn't fond of the school system and I hadn't even known him two seconds. "So how many seniors do we have with us?!" No one raised their hand, which was a good thing. If you were in Spanish 1 your senior year, you were a credit behind. "Okay, juniors?" Over half the class raised their hands, including Lauren and a red headed boy who grinned at me when he did so. Mr. Call counted and wrote the number down. "Sophomores?" Everyone that hadn't raised their hand the first two times did so this time. Except for me. Mr. Call repeated the counting and writing as he did with the juniors. "And freshman." I mentally groaned. I meekly raised my hand up, blushing ten different shades of red. Mr. Call blinked in surprise. "Only you? Hmm..." He wrote the measly number '1' on the paper. I knew all eyes were on me, and I heard a few of the students whispering and snickering.
Oh what a fun year this would be.
Least to say I was thankful when the bell rang to go to second hour. I rushed out of the classroom before any of my wonderful classmates could say anything to me. I saw a few of the band members in the hall. There was Shane, the trumpet player, who had constantly made jokes about me being blonde last year, surprisingly caught my eye, he was waving, then playfully rolled his eyes. I couldn't help but smile back, his smile and laughter had always been contagious. Plus, he had grown up over the summer. 'No!' I told myself. He was Katie's ex. Friend's exes were off limits, even if I had had a tiny, itty-bitty crush on him since sixth grade. 'Not if she cheated on him. And you don't even talk to her anymore.' This was true. Katie had cheated on Shane on the previous year's band trip, making out with a French horn player-who was a year younger than us- the whole bus ride home. The second part was true too. I had had to spend a week at Katie's house while my parents were out of town, and Brianna's grandparents were visiting so I hadn't been able to go to her house either. By the fourth day, Katie and I were about to rip each other's heads off. We definitely didn't talk anymore.
As entered the threshold of my second period Geometry Honors class, I recognized a friend I had made in my Algebra 1 class last year: Maya.
"Oh thank God there's someone I know in this class. I was the only freshman in my last class." I slipped into the seat in front of her and immediately wrote her a note as soon as the bell rang.
'So how was your first period?' I quickly folded the paper in half and passed it behind me as the teacher, Mrs. Hart, started calling the role.
A few seconds later I felt a poke on my back, and I knew Maya had written back, that was our system. We had developed it in eighth grade last year. I quickly scanned the note.
'BORING! I have TV Production. The teacher's a complete dork. It will be an easy 'A'. OMG! Have you seen the guys here, wayyy hotter than the ones at middle school. Seen anybody yet?' I grinned and giggled to myself. Unfortunately Mrs. Hart noticed. "I will not tolerate note passing in my class, this is your warning, Ms. Cross." I gawked at her. "Oh I know who you are; you come highly recommended from Mr. Johns." Mr. Johns had been my Algebra 1 teacher the previous year. I sat seemingly paying attention for a few moments. When she finally turned her attention back to the class and began going over a supply list, I wrote back to Maya.
'This class will be a blast! At least you aren't the only freshman in your class. Okay, Maya, we've been in high school all of sixty-four minutes, and you're already looking at guys?! No, I haven't seen anyone.' Maya was Katie's cousin. I couldn't tell her about Shane. I had never EVER told anyone about that certain crush. I passed the note back when Mrs. Hart wasn't looking, but I never got a reply, before I knew it, the bell rang for third period.
I knew I was saved. It was band. I knew everyone in there.
Thankfully, we weren't required to play in class that day; it was a free day-one of few in a band geek's world. Maya had brought cards and so half the school band ended up playing cards the entire time. I caught Brianna glancing at the head percussionist a couple times, smiling at him each time she was seen. 'She has some explaining to do.' I went through all the possibilities in my head, but all came back to one thing: I was now a single best friend. I knew they had been IMing, but I didn't know this had happened. No wonder she had been to animate about me finding a boy-toy. Mr. Locato, the band director, caught the band's attention before the bell rang. This was done as usual with the loud blowing of a certain silver whistle.
"Band! As you may have realized, Band Day is coming up at the State University, and once again, we have been invited to attend. If you are interested, the forms are on the table." He cleared his throat very loudly. "It's a week from this Saturday, so money is due by this Friday. This is the 7th of September, meaning we go to Band Day the 15th. Everyone got it?" Mr.Locato raised his eyebrow, a smirk coming to his face.
"Yes sir!" Everyone grabbed a flyer as they walked out the door.
Lunch was going to suck this year, I already knew. I had Thomas, and Kat, a clarinet player, both I was thankful for. I was even somewhat thankful that Shane had this lunch; though I could already tell he and Thomas wouldn't get along. Unfortunately, for all of us, we had Kat's best friend Lena. Lena was the annoying person every group has that talks too much, and nobody really likes. Why there are people on Earth like that, I don't know.
The rest of the day went by uneventful, since I didn't know anyone in my fifth or sixth periods. Yup, it was only the first day and already I had lost my best friend, I only had a couple of my friends in a few of my classes, and there was no chance I was getting a boyfriend this year.
Hey guys! How do you like the story so far? It's VERY loosely based on my life, as I was in the mood to write about things that have been going on. (Mainly because I just broke up with my boyfriend of one year, and I needed to get things out of my head.). If I get some decent reviews, I'm willing to continue this story, so drop me a review!!