well, i decided to start a new story... i had an idea, and i went with it. i hope you all like it! please review and tell me if it sounds okay!

Hi! My names Rachel. Im 17, and I live in Wisconsin. Not too exciting, but here in the country, you learn whats important, like family and friends. You don't need money to be happy. Which is good…. If you did, id be a pretty sad person. Well, I guess you'll find out more about me as my story goes on… whats this story about? Its about meeting new people, and not knowing how drastically that person might change your life. Yeah, sounds weird, but keep reading. You might not regret it. Well, here goes:

"RACHEL!" I automatically turn my head to the sound of my name. I looked around just in time to see my best friend since 9th grade running towards me.

"DIDDY!" I yell back, stepping back so she doesn't tackle me. She runs past, running into Jordan, a guy in our class. it's the first day of school…. Senior year, baby!

"oh crap!" she says, backing up. "sorry, Jordy!" she giggles, walking back over to me. "hi love. Ready to take on senior year?"

"eh, maybe. Might be too much…" I answer. School was never my specialty. "I just cant wait for 3rd hour." I say, reaching out and giving her a hug.

"what do you have third hour?"

"choir!"

"oh… well duh. What else would you be excited for?" she says, hitting her forehead.

Cassidy, or Diddy as I like to call her, has been my best friend for like, 3 or 4 years. Not gunna lie, I hated her throughout middle school. She always seemed so preppy, goody-goody, and popular. I hate the preps. Everyone wants to be them. Theyre great at sports, always happy, and straight up freaking annoying. Freshman year, Cantz, our English teacher, paired us up together for a HUGE project. Let me tell you, I wasn't happy about it. But, after a couple days, I found out she didn't like the rest of the sporty girls. She just didn't really talk to anyone else. Anywho, we started talking, and turns out, we had a LOT in common. And, within 3 weeks, bam. New best friend.

"hey, don't go there." I laugh. "just because I love music doesn't mean anything."

Diddy shrugged. "so, whats your schedule?" she asks, looking down at the pile of papers in her arms. "mines Math, american gov, English, personal fit, band, ap bio, Spanish, and drama."

I look down at the stack of papers in my hands. "american gov, math, choir, advanced guitar ensemble, personal fit, astronomy, Spanish, and drama." YES! 2 music classes, and right in a row!

"I cant believe next year, were done with this…. College…." diddy mutters.

I nod, and start walking to my locker. We have the same lockers all 4 years of high school at our school. I put in the familiar com, 3, 17, 42. I was lucky, and Diddy's locker is right next to mine. She puts in her com, and we start putting books and folders and mirrors and what not into them. I have a tone of lyrics printed out on little pieces of paper, so I put those all over, and it looks happy like last year. After putting up a couple of pictures up, it looks a lot better than that boring red locker it usually is.

After im done decorating it, I close my locker and lean against it. I talk to diddy for a couple minutes until the bell rings, signaling that you need to be in your class in 4 minutes. I grab a note book, pencil and folder and head off to american gov.

I walk in, and see the teacher, Liend, talking to a few of the guys. My friend lindze was sitting there kind of awkwardly, waiting for someone she knew to walk in. as soon as she saw me, she jumped up and hugged me.

"hey, fatty. Hows it going? I missed you!" she says, sitting back down.

"ehh, im happy to see everyone again, but I hate that I have to be in school…. And I missed ya too, ugly." I smile at her.

Weve been talking since sixth grade. We were in a group playing truth or dare, and we got bored. We went and played four square, and we were friends since. Not really uber close, but still.

The bell rings again, and Liend starts talking about his expectations for the class, and how hes going to be tough, but not really strict. Hes not too old, only about 28. Hes kind of a creep… but he grades easily, so it should be an easy class. After 50 minutes of listening to him ramble on, the bell rings again, letting us go. I say bye to lindze, and walk to math.

The class drags by again, this time because I have no close friends in it, and the teacher is already driving me insane. I hate math… it makes no sense, so im not too thrilled about this class.

3rd hour finally gets here, and I walk quickly to my favorite class. Choir. Ive been in choir since 6th grade, and I love it. I love singing, and music in general. I learn lyrics quickly, and I pick up beats and notes really easily. Music is the one place I really shine. Cheesey, yes, I know. But still. True as it can get.

I walk in, and im greeted by a cheerful "hello!" from the teacher, thiel. I smile back, and walk over to my usual spot on the risers. Ive been in the same spot the past two years. Im a soprano. I watch the other kids slowly walk in, and I wait for Lily to walk in. shes one of my really close friends. Not as close as Diddy, but still. Close. When she does, I jump off the risers and hugged her. The bell rings then, and I look up as thiel starts talking and putting the upper classmen in our places. When were all in our spots, we start singing. I can already tell this year is going to be a good one for this choir.