I walk down the sidewalk and put my headphones on. As I listen to "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters, I act like I'm singing in a music video, like always. I get to the school and open the door. Same old school, same old teachers, same old faces. Boring. This is the only school I've been to. I've been here since preschool and I'm tired of everything. I wish there was some new kid or something. I go to my locker and throw my backpack inside. "Jordan! Jordan! Jordan!" I hear a voice coming toward me. And of course it's Seraina, one of the Carlyle twins. A freshmen. Very annoying, Jesus... "Ello, there." I say nicely as she comes by my locker. "So, see any boys you like?" "Um, no. Not really." I reply to her. "Well, guess who I'm dating!" Seraina says in excitement. "Ryan?" I guessed. "Yes!" I knew it was that tall dude, because she talks about him. Every. Single. Time. I talk to her. It gets annoying. "Well, hope you find that special someone." she says while winking. "Thanks. Hopefully I will find that prince charming." I say in sarcasm. The bell rings for my 1st hour class, P.E. My absolute least favorite class. I catch up with my friends, Jenna, Carla, and Evelyn. They're all Mexicans. Most of the people that live in Cobden are Hispanic and the rest are white. No Asians, no middle eastern people. Just us. I put on my P.E. uniform and run to my assigned spot, right in the middle of the gym. I look back at my goofy friend, Evelyn. Making a duck face at me, she yells "HEY BAE!" I reply "HEY GIRL, HEY!" She always makes my day and can make anyone laugh. Mr. Partridge, our P.E. teacher, walks in the gym and takes attendance. I sit down, humming, thinking of songs in my mind, and day dream. Finally, he tells us "Get up, and reach down to your toes." Everyday, we do stretches and run a few laps around the gym. Since it's not warm enough outside, we're not running outside. "Ok, guys. We're going to start playing hockey this week and we'll have a test over it next week." Even though everyone knows how to play, Mr. Partridge explains how to play. I daydream again about the very handsome, talented Kurt Cobain. What if there was a guy just like him? A Junior in high school, that played guitar and enjoyed the arts. Oh, that'd be nice. "Like that's gonna happen", I mumble to myself. We get into groups and I'm with 2 guys that think I'm hot, ew. One of my close friends, Elizabeth, this girl that bothers me, Lexi, and this guy I used to like, but turned me down, Chandler. Everyone knows I'm not a great athlete, which sucks. "How about you just stay in the back, so you won't be in the way?" Lexi says, being a bitch. "Excuse me, but I think I can handle it." I say with a fake smile on my face. I have to look up at her because I'm only 5'2" (I blame my parents for that.) and she's like, a giant. I just walk away from her and stand by my friend. My friend isn't that athletic either, so she understands. As we get in our positions, Zane starts the game and hits the puck. It gets to Amanda, then goes to Chandler. Of course, Chandler gets the puck in the goal. Chandler can do almost anything and it makes me mad. Sometimes I think he's gay.
