It's Kelsey Emery's first day of school at Manchester High.
Her mom dropped her off in a rusted blue ford pick-up truck, as she was on her way to her work.
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KELSEYS POV;
It smelled like beans and grass, and had a unattractive look. The paint was a ugly shade of brown and was peeling at the top. They're was two wide double doors straight in the front, they were a silver color, but had mud sploches all over. I slowly approached the door, it was cold and heavy.
It squeaked loudly as I swung it open, and I was shown a warm, small hallway, with maroon carpet and cream colored walls. I say a library at the end of hall, and a few other hallways on my left. I turned my head and saw a small room with chairs, a few computers, and a long winding desk.
Found the office.
I opened this door, ecxpeting a large creek, but they're was none, it opened smoothly and brought me inside the office, which was about the size of a master bedroom, and it smelled of maple.
"Kelsey?" I heard a old, withered voice ask.
"Yes?" I replied, and walked over to the winding desk, next to a few other kids, who where signing some forms, they didnt even notice me.
Right there, in front of me, was a short woman, 5"11, in her mid-60's, and a smile that warms your heart, she seemed so sweet, and so gentle, and SHE noticed me, but she's a secertary, thats her job.
"Welcome to the school, sweetheart, let me go get your papers" The old pruned woman told me, and went through a small door that I didnt even notice.
So, I was stuck there.
And so I started to whistle, some where just sad attempts, I had never been good at whistiling, just learned actually, well, thats when I felt a pair of eyes staring into my back. I turned back around and saw the group of kids who where filling out forms where gone, and the old lady was still in the back.
What was going on?
I than craned my neck towards a guy, sandy blond hair, baby blue eyes, and a very nice tan.
I guess I know how he spent his summer vacation.
He was good-looking, I guess, if you're into country-club, polo-shirt kind of boys.
Which I'm not, im into, laid-back, white t-shirt and jeans type of boys, ones who I can hang with.
I than reliazed I wasn't really staring at me.
He was staring at my butt.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer" I said in a rough tone, and added a eye-roll for effect.
He just smiled. "Sure. I'm Smith. Dylan Smith" the boy said and flashed me a cheesy grin.
"Hmph" I said, acting like I actually listened to what he said. I than saw the old lady coming back from the cornor of my eye, so I smiled and looked straight at Dylan. "And I'm not intrested"
I than grabbed my papers, and stuffed them in my blue messenger bag, and I left.
But, man, I wish I could of seen the look on his face.
Sadly, everyone else DID.
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