The way tmy summer ended was pretty much HELL. .

I, a former student of Crescenta High School am now a current student at Cedar Oaks High School. I had to switch schools last minute because of some "minor" mistakes that my friends and I made during our last week of summer vacation. OK, who can blame a bunch of 16 year olds, who just got their licenses, and managed to score pretty awesome cars from their parents, to go gallivanting around and partying it up. Plus, the fact that we also kind of managed to get some fake IDs, didn't hurt the party either.

So, my friend Candace has a house near a lake, and my best friends and I decided to drive up there and go jet skiing. We didn't even drink, but we did watch Fast and the Furious, like three times. I can't get enough of Paul Walker. Anyways, we decided to drive back home at around 1 am in the morning, the streets, freeways, and everything was free of cars naturally, we decided that it would be "totally rad" to race a quarter mile strip of car-free freeway.

So we did and we got busted.

In conclusion, my parents totally freaked out and decided that it's best for me to stay with my dad for my junior year. My parents never paid this much attention to me ever since they separated. I was pretty surprised that they even did something about it.

The pro about the situation was that I get to keep my car and license, which I was fined a hefty sum for. I was lucky enough that my license wasn't revoked.

So, the history of how I landed myself in Cedar Oaks is now done and over with. I'll get on with the rest.

I obviously had to sign up for my classes, and my friend told me to signup for Band since it's easier to make friends in that class. I didn't object, I needed to surround myself with people because, that's what I'm used to and change and I really don't get along.

I told my counselor, and she printed out my schedule, and I went to my first class of the day and my first class in my new school.

AP US HISTORY- It wasn't bad. It wasn't special. It was history. I talked to people, they asked me about me, I asked them about them.

Then I went to my next period.

FRENCH- kick ass class.

Then to my third and fourth which were AP Psych and AP English,

I'm telling you, I felt pretty smart with all those AP classes in my schedule.

Then lunch came. My counselor originally told me to go to the band room and talk to the band teacher during lunch so I can get myself situated as soon as possible. I can play mediocre level flute. I found the band room, and walked in, and immediately spotted the band teacher. I walked over to Mr. Murray as gracefully as I could since; I had to step over various backpacks, notebooks, and instruments that were littered across the floor.

He sensed I was there to see him because when I got to where he was standing, his attention was already focused on me.

"I am assuming that you are the new transfer student that will be joining our band this year." He said in a kind voice.

I just nodded.

"Do you play an instrument/" He asked me.

"Um, I play flute, but not too well." I replied with a sheepish grin. "This is my first year in band." I added.