I was excited. My friends and I have been waiting for high school since we were in the 6th grade. We all wanted our classes to together so we would never be apart. That's how the 3 of us worked. Lisa, and Claire had been my best friends since 2nd grade, and to be honest, I couldn't ask for a better group. The very day we got our schedules in the mail we all met up at my house to compare, and make sure that we would all be together.

"Oh my gosh, guys!" Lisa and I stared at Claire who had just hopped off my bed giggling. Claire was an emotional person, she could easily go from being a happy go lucky gal, to a complete Debby downer. So her over execration of emotion was no surprise.

"What?" Lisa asked. Claire sat back down on the bed and smiled.

"Check to see who we got for biology."

Lisa and I looked down at our schedules.

"Mr. Fenton. So what?" I asked. I've heard that he was a good teacher, but I didn't think anything special about him.

"He's so hot!" Claire shouted. I shook my head.

"No, ugh Claire he looks like Charles Manson's long lost son with that shaggy hair and long beard. From what I've heard he's a cool guy, and a great teacher, but that's about it."

Claire rolled her eyes at me, because she obviously has the right idea of hotness, and mine is completely messed up. Lisa laid on her back and looked up at my ceiling, and sighed.

"Guys, we're getting so old! I can get my license this summer! What happened? I remember us playing with Barbie dolls and thinking boys had cooties like it was yesterday!"

"Haha, yup, pretty sure we will be buying wrinkle cream, and picking out matching wheelchairs." I said as I laughed and laid down next to Lisa.

"High school, is only 2 days away, meaning only 2 more days till I get to see my Mr. Hoten!" Claire smiled.

"Mr. Hoten?" I asked

"She means Mr. Fenton Donna, but put hot where the fen should be. Claire you need some help chica. Going after lumberjacks, Lord."

"Yeah and anyway there is no doubt in my mind that Michael Moritz is totally in love with you. I mean come on Claire, Michael is pretty cute." I threw my little stuffed animal at Claire which resulted in a pillow fight.

"These are going to be the best 4 years ever!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.