New Day

Chapter 1: Prelude

First Pov (Tyler)

September 6, 2016

I started walking towards the building and took a deep breath, knowing that I was starting my 12th grade school year. I stopped walking to look at the school that sat in front of me. The school I had known since the 10th grade. I continued walking towards the Troy International Academy. I looked down at myself and began to think about how I looked.

I wore my dark grey jeans and a black belt that was wrapped around my waist, held up by the loops of the pants. I wore a black tanktop with vibrant green lines on it. My tanktop was tucked into my pants and on top of that, I wore my light black short-sleeve polo shirt. My digital watch was wrapped tightly around my left wrist and the time said 8:00 AM. I also wore a black sweatband that sat on my right wrist. It had grey lines on one side of it and in the middle of the grey was a group of red letters that spelled out 'Green Day' and yes; I listen to the band sometimes. I wasn't wearing glasses anymore, due to the fact that I was able to get laser-eye surgery over the summer. No more squinting at things five feet in front of me. I wore my usual white socks, along with my white/grey Champion shoes. I always double-knotted them and I never untied them because they were easy to slip on and slip off. I ran my hand through my very short dark brown hair that would grow back very quickly in one month.

For my freshman year in high school, I went to Michigan Collegiate for one year and then my mother told me about Troy's International Academy. She said that about 85% of the students that graduate get scholarships. She also told me that it was like a smart/creative school and to my interest, they don't have uniforms. I took the placement test after I had finished 9th grade and I got into the school. I love the school. The students are nice and almost everyone gets along. The teachers are awesome. This school is so much fun that I actually miss it over the summer. When I took the ACT test, I heard that the highest score that you could get was 36. I got a 29 on my ACT final and I did not expect to get that good of a score.

Now that this is my final year in high school, it's time to finish strong. The night is darkest right before the dawn and I can see just a part of the Sun over the horizon. Yeah, this is the finish line. I just wish I wasn't crossing it alone.

I opened the door and walked through the hallways. I found my new locker, #45, and I entered the combination, 7, 28, and 14. I opened the locker and placed my shoulder bag on the hook after pulling out my notebooks. I set my lunch bag down on the floor of the locker before grabbing my pens and pencils. I put them in my right pocket and closed the locker.

I pulled out a sheet of paper that listed all of my classes for the year and looked at my 1st hour which said, "Advanced Science-Mr. Watson, Room 108." I looked around and saw Room 108 right next to me. I opened the door and walked into the class room, noticing that only a couple other kids were already in their seats. I took a seat next to a student with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and slight pale skin. He wore glasses and he was smarter than me, but I'm not jealous. I smiled as I shook hands with one of my best friends, Drew. He wore a dark green Michigan State t-shirt with cyan-colored jeans.

"How was your summer?" He asked.

"I went on a trip to Washington D.C. Saw the capitol, the Smithsonian Museum, the White House. It was a real blast." I simply explained. "What'd you do over the summer?"

"Didn't really do much. I went on a trip to Florida and that's it." Drew answered, giving me a bored look in the process.

"Well, at least you did something." I replied, making Andrew chuckle.

"Better than sitting around with nothing to do." We both turned our heads to see our friend, Lauren, standing in the door way. She wore blood red pants along with a black t-shirt with a deep blue jacket on top. She wore black and white shoes on her feet. I noticed a small, black band that looped around a part of her black hair, forming a ponytail that extended to the back of her neck. She had light tan skin and brown eyes.

"Let me guess: you drew a lot of pictures, had many debates with your brother, and watched anime." I said as she took a seat in one of the chairs that connected to the desk. Her seat was right behind my own.

"Pretty much." Lauren replied before we all started chuckling lightly. At that moment, more students entered the classroom, all of them talking about what they did over the summer.

"Tyler?" I turned my head and I thought about that voice, for it sounded so familiar. I saw an old friend from Karate, standing in the doorway. It was Abigail and she looked just the same, but she was a little taller. I mean, I haven't seen her for a couple years.

"Abigail?"

Abigail was a brunette with long hair that rested on her shoulders. She had tan skin and bright green eyes. She wore dark blue jeans with a cyan-blue t-shirt and white tennis-shoes. She was skinny like me and it seemed to fit her figure. I stood up as she walked up to me. Without warning, she pulled me into a hug. I was stunned for a short time, but I eventually returned the embrace. After a few moments, we let go and smiled at each other.

"How are you doing? I haven't seen you in like three years." I said.

"I'm doing well." She answered, flashing her great smile.

"You look great." I complimented.

"You do, too." She replied. We both stood there, smiling at each other.

"Oh, Abigail, I want you to meet two of my best friends." I replied, gesturing over at Lauren and Drew. "Drew, Lauren, I want you both to meet one of my friends from karate, Abigail." They all shook hands with each other and introduced themselves while I sat down. Afterwards, Abigail took a seat right next to me as Mr. Watson, our science teacher, walked into the classroom.

Mr. Watson wore black dress pants along with a bright green, long-sleeve formal shirt and sported a dark red neck-tie that hung from the collar of his shirt. He was an African-American with black skin (I'm not racist); very short black hair, and blue eyes. He also had a light goatee and mustache. Mr. Watson was a nice guy who could be strict at sometimes. He set his belongings down on the table before looking up at the students in the room.

Class has just started.