Gordo's POV
Hillridge.
What a dumb name for a high school.
What a dumb name for a town.
What was up with this place? He longed to go back to Seattle, where the people did not act positive, like cheerleaders for life, all the time.
He missed the rain.
He missed the endless coffeshops.
He wanted to move back. But he could not.
There were just too many memories there.
FLASHBACK
"But why can't we stay here, Mom?" GOrdo asked his mom impatiently.
"There are just too many memories here, David. I can't stay." she replied, with a tear running down her cheek.
"But why Hillridge?"
"TO tell you the truth, I do not know."
"We are running, Mom. Dad would not want this...leaving all that we know for a fresh start...in a town that we have not heard of."
"We are not running from anything, this is what is best."
END FLASHBACK
"What a neat little town," his mom said happily. This was the first time he had seen her happy in awhile. "Oh, look! There is your high school. You are starting tommorrow, you know."
She did not need to remind him, as he had been dreading the day for weeks.
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The next day, he overslept, he spilled coffee on his shirt, and when he tried to wash it, it was wet when he got to school. Needless to say, he was very late, and his day was off to a bad start.
After he had recieved his schedule from the counselour, he set off to find his first class, English. When the first bell had already rung, he still could not find the classroom.
Finally, after a few strange looks, he stumbled into the classroom that he believed to be his.
"Sorry, I got lost," he stammered, while handing his schedule to the teacher.
"That's okay, Mr. Gordon. Just take the seat next to Ms. Mcguire."
As he slid into the seat, an atractive blonde percieved to be Ms. Mcguire smiled at him. He considered her to be very pretty.
Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.
Hillridge.
What a dumb name for a high school.
What a dumb name for a town.
What was up with this place? He longed to go back to Seattle, where the people did not act positive, like cheerleaders for life, all the time.
He missed the rain.
He missed the endless coffeshops.
He wanted to move back. But he could not.
There were just too many memories there.
FLASHBACK
"But why can't we stay here, Mom?" GOrdo asked his mom impatiently.
"There are just too many memories here, David. I can't stay." she replied, with a tear running down her cheek.
"But why Hillridge?"
"TO tell you the truth, I do not know."
"We are running, Mom. Dad would not want this...leaving all that we know for a fresh start...in a town that we have not heard of."
"We are not running from anything, this is what is best."
END FLASHBACK
"What a neat little town," his mom said happily. This was the first time he had seen her happy in awhile. "Oh, look! There is your high school. You are starting tommorrow, you know."
She did not need to remind him, as he had been dreading the day for weeks.
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The next day, he overslept, he spilled coffee on his shirt, and when he tried to wash it, it was wet when he got to school. Needless to say, he was very late, and his day was off to a bad start.
After he had recieved his schedule from the counselour, he set off to find his first class, English. When the first bell had already rung, he still could not find the classroom.
Finally, after a few strange looks, he stumbled into the classroom that he believed to be his.
"Sorry, I got lost," he stammered, while handing his schedule to the teacher.
"That's okay, Mr. Gordon. Just take the seat next to Ms. Mcguire."
As he slid into the seat, an atractive blonde percieved to be Ms. Mcguire smiled at him. He considered her to be very pretty.
Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.