I woke up that winter, pulling on a pair of older blue jeans and a bright T-shirt. As usual, I went into the bathroom, did my make-up, then went downstairs to tie on my favorite pair of converse, skipping breakfast. "Bus is leaving." A phrase I hear nearly every morning from my dad, dressed sharp in a suit and tie. It's his way of saying 'get in the car.' Like normal, I sit in the front seat and wait 5 minutes for my brother to come, fashionably late as always. We leave the house and drive to school, the usual bicker between by dad and brother, before pulling into the top ramp in the school parking lot. This is where it starts. The first wave, leaving the car to take the 30 ft walk to the door. The pitter-patter of my shoes bang against the concrete. Drowning my thoughts: Did I forget something? Is there something on the back of my shoe? What if I look bad? Is my outfit funny? What if my make-up's off? Is my backpack too big? What if I'm not up to par with everyone else?

Wave 2: The miserably awkward walk to the locker. All it is, is painfully long hallway, windows on either side. Then a turn, wave 3. Wave 2 is notorious for awkward eye contact, morning greetings from teachers, and scrutinal glares from fellow classmates. Rule 1 of wave 2, stare at the floor. Otherwise you are likely to become the victim of what I like to call, teacher target practice. Rule 2, Stay to the side, the most proven way to avoid mid hallway interactions. Rule 3, always buddy up. Find a friend. Then playful conversation can be used as a tool, to block out the haters. But if you are one of those people who doesn't have friends, that's okay, your best bet is to act like you don't exist.

Then comes Wave 3: Oh no, people! Classmates galore, coming up that stretch of hallway to the lockers, where cliques stare at you like lions, ready to pounce. By this stage, the anxiety level is off the charts, everyone staring at me like that, it's just creepy. Only one thing could be worse; all my friends come late. Here I am, friendless, standing awkwardly beside my vacant locker, awaiting someone to be my savior. Some days, I would walk through wave 2 again, but not today. I finally had a friend; a heavy set gal, reaching her locker. I scramble over quickly. "Hey, Lane! Thank god you're here!" She's always pretty chill. "Lauren, you're always here early! Besides, I feel like shit today." Typical Lane. "Hmm. Did you stay up late watching anime, or listening to K-pop?" I joke and she shoves me playfully, as the others arrive. We go over to a locker in the corner, meeting a girl with short, black cropped hair. "Dani! OMG, did you see last night's episode?" This is a near daily conversation full of fangirling and rants over the events of last night on the CW channel. "Yes! Did you see that Drew left the band?" And the bands... Lots of bands. After a loud, obnoxious conversation about daily teen media gossip, we retreat to Lane's locker. "Hey guys!" Now here was Izzy, a skinny girl with wavy hair. Dylan, a shorter girl with a chique blonde hairstyle. And Brenda, an energetic gal with light brown hair and an obnoxiously creepy character. The usual bunch.

Ok...so. This is a really old story that I started a while back, and I don't really know if I should continue it or not. Let me know? I apologize, but this comment is going to turn in a little rant/announcement thing, whoops. I usually can't figure out ANY story ideas, so this is what I'm doing. I am accepting any Fan fiction requests from basically any fandom. You can send requests to me through private message, reviews, comments, etc... They can be for one-shots or longer stories. I do best with One-shots btw. But anyway, yeah, send requests :) Also, should I continue this story? I had some ideas for it, but I don't really know. I can't see it going very far. Let me know what you think. I'll continue it if anyone wants me too!