"To Begin"
The day that I first attended Spencer Academy: The School for Elite was pretty much like any other first day of school. The outside world was bright and sunny with a little bit of a breeze. A gorgeous day- on the outside. But on the inside? On the inside, the mass population descended on the halls of Spencer with the strongest feelings of dread, that is, unless you were a cheerleader, a jock, a "smarty" or a whore like Kira, who only saw Spencer and school as a possibility for crazy, wild sex- a plethora of manliness just waiting to be plucked.
Okay… Basically the only one who was dreading this first day- this year, truthfully- was me.
I didn't want to be back here. Back in this place- back where it all happened.
It had been two years since I'd been "home," and I most certainly didn't want to be.
But, back to my first day of school. My mother had (kindly) dropped off my things the week before, so I didn't have to make that embarrassing, crowd provoking walk up the building. The building, in which I would obtain my lovely Map of Spencer, my keys, my schedule- you know, the usual "Welcome Back To Hell (School)" entrapments they showered on you.
So, instead of dragging my multiple suitcases up the stairs behind me, I was able to get out of my car, walk lightly up the steps, and with a deep breath and a removal of sunglasses to place on the top of my head, I, once again, entered the "hallowed halls" of the place I dreaded most.
The institution who's very ideal ran a close second on my 'meter of hatred.' (It's rather cool, actually. Big, bright green lights surrounding a rather large meter which gauged everything and everyone I met to categorize them between unimportant to outright loathing. And the first thing, the MOST hated?
Well… you already know the answer to that.