Day 1

I never intended my eighth grade year to begin like this. All I wanted to do was to get the hell out of P.E. for the third time in a row. I'm an athletic kid and I don't a damn law to see that, however…I never wanted to be put in choir either. Guess I can't win for losing…

It's the first day of school and everyone is excited, but me. I look down at my schedule and see that I have P.E so I guess I have to stay there for today. As soon as I walk through the doors I start to hate that class with a passion. It smells like feet in the gym and my instructor is so old that it looks like if he tried to do anything "physical" it would seriously hurt him. I took a seat and looked around. The gym was big enough to fit a basketball court and twelve rows of bleachers on each side. I sat down on the top row, farthest away from the instructor. I looked around and found a few of my friends that were in the class and waved them a quick hello.

The bell rang shortly after that and I rolled my eyes. The school year had started. The instructor, who had been talking to a girl turned around and picked up a microphone from a table nearby.

"I hope you all had a wonderful break, but now it is time to get back in the school spirit." He said in a raspy voice. "These are the things you will need to get a passing grade in this class." He added as he passed out a sheet of paper to the class of fifty two.

I groaned, but to my luck a girl came running in and interrupted the instructor. I wasn't complaining either. She saved the class from is voice and was actually kind of cute. She had blond flowing hair that looked like sunshine. From where I was sitting she looked like she was about five feet and six inches tall and looked like she was in the choir.

The instructor looked at the girls then at the sheet of paper the girl was holding then the instructor looked around. He grabbed the microphone and a few of the students groaned.

"Dakota Wetmore?" He said in his raspy voice. "Please come down here."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my backpack, and stood up. I walked down the flight of stairs and walked to the instructor and the girl (Who was way prettier close up). The instructor put the microphone down and talked to me in a quiet voice.

"This is Trista and she says you have a schedule change." He said. Not only was his voice bad, but his breath too.

I glanced over at the girl and she handed me a sheet of paper that had my new schedule on it. I looked at it and looked at my new first period and it made me shudder. I was put in choir. I froze in complete fear. That was one I didn't wish for but it was better than P.E. I fallowed the girl named Trista and we walked out of the gym.

As soon as we got out I looked at my schedule then back at Trista.

"So what's your first period?" I asked her nervously.

"I'm in the same class as you silly! Don't you know that if there's a schedule change they pull a person out of the same class to get you!" She replied. Her voice was bright and alive. It almost made me smile.

I nodded to tell her I understood and we went to the choir room.

And from that moment on I knew I was headed for hell…