HELLO WORLD! How are you all doing? Good, I hope. Okay, so I feel really bad. Like REALLY bad. SUPER BAD. I haven't updated my one-shots in about a month. But GOOD NEWS! I'm in the middle of writing a new one-shot! So make sure to check out my Kick One-Shots. I started this as a one-shot, but I realized that I wanted to do so much more with this, so I TRANSFORMED IT INTO A STORY! WHOOOOO! Yeah, the characters may be a little OOC (Out Of Character). Sorry about that. So...yeah. Here it is. They are all seniors and it's their first day of school. I know there are SO many stories like this, but I'm really trying not to make this so cliched like all the other stories. Oh, and the entire story will be in Kim's POV. Unless someone begs me to do Jack's POV or any other characters. Anyway, ENJOY :)
"Mom! Where are my gold sandals?" I crouched into a kneeling position and rummaged through my closet. "Mom!" I yelled again and ran my fingers through my honey-blonde hair, trying my best to remove the few knots and tangles.
After a few seconds and the sound of footsteps, my room door opened and my mom came bustling in. "Yes, sweetie?" I took in her appearance. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a neat bun and she was wearing fresh clothes, but her face told a different story. Dark circles surrounded her blood-shot eyes and the smile on her face was too close to fake.
"Do you know where my gold sandals are?" I replied, and then continued with more concern, "And Mom, are you okay?"
My mom waved her hand dismissively and sighed. "I'm fine, Kimmy. Just a little tired. The twins kept my up all night." I nodded in understanding. My little two-year-old brothers were twins and they just happened to be the most annoying, troublesome, loud boys ever. But they were still my brothers and I loved them to death. Often, I would offer to take care of them in the night, which my mom appreciated a lot. Things have been very hard on our family ever since my dad abandoned us last year. My mom continued, "And you let Grace borrow your sandals last week, remember? Get ready and come down. You don't want to be late for your first day of senior year, do you?"
First day of being a senior. Wow. I slumped onto my bed sheets and thought about my high school years and my friends. I had two best friends. Grace and Jack.
I met Grace in kindergarten and we've stay strong through all twelve years. She was my girl and I could trust her with anything and everything. She had long straight dark brown hair and brown eyes. And she was tall. Well, taller than me at least. Grace was head cheerleader, but definitely not one of those bitchy types. Though when she wanted to, she would be the meanest and scariest girl you want to avoid. With late night talks and millions of sleepovers and shopping trips, we knew each other better than we knew ourselves.
And then there's Jack. Jack moved to Seaford in sixth grade and we've became fast friends. Well, after I accidentally punched him in the eye. Long story. Anyway, Jack was the best guy friend anyone could ask for. I could also trust him with any secret (except crushes, of course) and he would always be there for me. He was pretty tall for a senior and he had luscious brown-caramel hair that was messy, yet so perfect at the same time. His chocolate brown eyes were too easy to get lost in, and I can easily say he was the hottest guy at Seaford High. And the fact that he had amazing muscles and toned abs just made him hotter. Also, he's a black belt in karate, just like me. He believed to never use voilence, but just like Grace, he wasn't afraid to stand up for the ones he loved. And if you couldn't tell, I kinda had a crush on him. Ever since beginning of freshman year I've had feelings for my best friend. Jack and I knew almost every single thing about each other and he would always be the first to comfort me when I wasn't in my best mood. Basically, I loved him.
My eyes wandered to the clock on my bedside table and I immediately jumped up. My mom was right. If I wanted to make it to school on time, I should be leaving in three minutes. I brushed my hair and scanned myself in the mirror for approval. I wore a yellow sundress with a braided brown belt circling my waist. On my wrist was my lucky charm bracelet (which Jack gifted to me in seventh grade) and a simple brown bracelet. I grabbed my brown leather boots and my school bag from the closet, grabbed my phone from my dresser, and raced downstairs to the kitchen.
Grabbing an apple off the counter, I ruffled the twins' blonde hair and said, "Bye, boys. Be good." I then moved to my mom and kissed her cheek. "Bye, Mom. Love you." After she said goodbye, I slid on my boots and exited my house. After locking the door, I began my 10 minute walk to Seaford High. Of course I had my car, but walking was just so much easier. And as cliched as it sounds, first day of senior life, HERE. I. COME.
I pushed through the doors of Seaford High and weaved through the crowd, in hopes to find my two friends. A few people greeted me and I smiled in return. I wasn't exactly popular, but I definitely was well-known. Being a cheerleader, black belt, top A+ student, and captain of the debate club does make you known to the student body.
I spotted a mass of long brown hair and immediately rushed over to Grace. We both gave a short squeal and hugged. Don't blame us. We haven't seen each other all summer long. While I was stuck in boring old Seaford, Grace was off visiting her relatives in Greece. Lucky girl. We released each other and we began to catch up on the drama we missed. Grace definitely got more tanned and her long hair has some slight waves. She was wearing white shorts and a pink halter top, matched with pink beaded sandals.
A few moments later, a boy came running up to us. "Hey, Grace. I got my schedule. Let's compa- KIMMY!" he exclaimed, after noticing me.
I laughed and threw myself onto Jack, engulfing him in a giant hug. "Hey, Jack." Him, too, I missed all summer. He was visiting his grandfather (yes, the one who trained Bobby Wasabi) up in northern California. His brown hair had grown a little longer and his muscles...well, those also increased in size. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a green and gray striped T-shirt, paired with black sneakers. After that bone-crushing hug, we began to talk.
"Hey," Jack started. "Did you get your schedule yet?"
I shook my head. "Nope. Just got here."
"Well, go into the office and get yours!" Grace exclaimed. "We'll wait for you so we can all compare."
"Awesome. Be right back!" I yelled, while taking off in the direction of the office. I slowed down to a walk and took in my surroundings. Seaford High hadn't changed a bit. The faded blue lockers, white walls with posters, tiled floors. A bunch of memories.
I sighed and entered the office, a place I knew very well. Not from getting in trouble of course. I was a good girl. I've just been in here a lot to retrieve Jack, who always seemed to be the troublemaker. I walked up to the front desk and greeted the attendant. "Hi, Mrs. Rosen."
Mrs. Rosen looked up from her computer and smiled at me. "Hi, Kim. How was your summer?" she asked.
"It was good. A little boring, but a good break," I answered truthfully. "How was yours?"
"Very well," she responded. "You here for your schedule?" I nodded and Mrs. Rosen pulled out a stack of files. After a few seconds of shuffling papers, she pulled out a sheet. "Here it is. Kim Crawford."
I took the paper from her hands and thanked her, leaving the office, and joining my friends once again. "Okay, here it is. Swap?" I asked. Jack and Grace nodded and we handed each other our schedules.
Kim Crawford
Grade 12, Senior
Period 1: AP Physics- Mr. Colt (Room 405)
Period 2: Elective Art- Ms. Anderson (Room 503)
Period 3: P.E.- Coach Kenny (Gym)
Lunch B
Period 4: AP Calculus- Mr. Flitch (Room 459)
Period 5: Advanced English- Mrs. Garrison (Room 663)
Jack Brewer
Grade 12, Senior
Period 1: Advanced English- Mrs. Garrison (Room 663)
Period 2: Elective Study Hall- Mr. Dorn (MPR)
Period 3: AP Biology- Mr. Thompson (Room 555)
Lunch B
Period 4: AP Calculus- Mr. Flitch (Room 459)
Period 5: P.E.- Coach Smith (Gym)
Grace O'Doherty
Grade 12, Senior
Period 1: Advanced English- Mrs. Garrison (Room 663)
Period 2: Elective Art- Ms. Anderson (Room 503)
Period 3: AP Biology- Mr. Thompson (Room 555)
Lunch B
Period 4: AP Calculus- Mr. Flitch (Room 459)
Period 5: P.E.- Coach Smith (Gym)
"Let's see," began Grace. "I have Art with Kim, Advanced English, AP Biology, and P.E. with Jack, and AP Calculus with both of you. Awesome! I have someone in each class! What about you guys?"
Jack frowned, "Kim, we only have AP Calculus together."
I sighed dejectedly, "Well, that's a change from having all classes together last year. Anyway, I'm alone for AP Physics, P.E, and Advanced English! That sucks."
Jack patted my shoulder, "It's okay, Kimmy. You'll find someone to keep you company." I grinned at Jack, but he then continued. "Of course, whoever you find won't be as awesome and sexy as me, but- OW!"
He stopped mid-sentence after earning a punch from me. "I know whoever I find won't have a huge ego like yours," I smirked at him, but he was right. As cheesy as it sounds, I wouldn't be able to find someone as awesome and sexy as Jack.
Jack glanced at his schedule one more time and made the conclusion of, "I'm only alone for Study Hall. Eh, whatever. I heard Jerry was in that class." Jerry was Jack's other best friend. Well, his guy friend, a boy he could talk to when us girls got annoying. Jerry would often join the three of us, but he wasn't a permanent member of our mini group. "At least we all have the same lunch," he said happily, and we all nodded.
The first bell sounded and Grace, Jack, and I looked at each other. As other students pushed passed each other, making their way to various classes, the three of us stood in a circle. Jack took a deep breath and spoke, "Ready for senior life?" Grace and I looked at each other and nodded.
We all smiled at each other and we stepped closer for one big, brief hug. "As long as we all stick together," I mumbled into our hug.
"We'll stick together. No worries." Grace responded, and we all let go. Grace and Jack set off in one direction while I went the opposite, searching for Room 405.
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THE END! So...what do you think? Like it? Dislike it? Love it? Hate it? If you love it, make sure to follow, favorite, and review! And if you hate it, write a review and tell me why. And then maybe you could favorite and follow? :)
SO yeah. Again, I'm trying not to make the characters OOC so please tell me if I am. And like I said earlier, I'm trying not to make this the cliched high school story. Though there will be some cliched parts.
There is going to be another character: A new student. A boy. Who Kim befriends. You see where this is going? Yeah, Jack's going to get jealous, but it's not the usual high school story. Anyway, I need a name for this boy. He's gonna have blond-ish hair. Like sandy hair. And blue eyes. He'll be kinda tall. I was thinking of naming him Derek, but I want to see if you guys have any better name ideas. So review me a name for this new guy.
Also, remember to check out my Kick One-Shots. I'll be updating that soon. And remember to REVIEW, FOLLOW, AND ALL THAT STUFF THAT MAKES ME HAPPY. Because happy me=updates. I have a basic idea of where this story is going, so I've started the second chapter. But I'm only going to update if I get at least 5 reviews and maybe 5 follows.
So yeah.
Until next time...