During the last week I hadn't really done anything of importance. I had just walked around trying to find the shortest way to my new school; it took a while but eventually I found the way. It was a rather small building, not really how you think most high schools look like. From the outside it just looked like a regular house. I was eager to find out what the insides looked like.

As I woke up on what was about to be the first day of school, I was beyond tired. I couldn't really fall asleep last night, maybe I had drunk too much coffee, I don't know. I dragged myself out of bed and started boiling some water for a cup of coffee. I needed to be fresh today. As the water boiled I went to find some clothes to wear. Usually finding some clothes weren't a very tough decision, but today it was. I sighed heavily and went back to pour the boiling water in my morning cup. Yes, I had cups picked out for each time of the day.

I decided that I should probably eat some breakfast, smoke a cigarette and then find out what I was planning on wearing.

I had finally found some clothes to wear, going with my regular back skinny jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt and a loose fitting denim shirt. I fixed up my hair in a messy bun on the top of my head and put some simple make-up on and I was all ready to go. I had the route remembered in my head, so it didn't take that long to get there. About fifteen minutes or so.

As I was walking I noticed the morning sun. It was absolutely beautiful. There were no clouds in the sky; there was a bright pink light that I could see in the horizon. I mostly paid attention to the sky and before I knew it I was at my new school.

I walked through the front door and noticed a sign; all new students must gather in room 142 at 8.15am. Fortunately the school wasn't that big, so it wasn't that hard to find room 142. I just walked in the direction of quiet chatter and laughs. There were a lot of people in that room. Probably about a hundred who sat at different tables, looking like they had seen a ghost or something. They all looked my age, though some looked slightly younger and older.

As I was scanning through the crowd of new faces I found a table, where two people sat. I walked over to them and smiled.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked them. One was a girl with hair the same color as mine; a reddish brown. Hers was short and puffy while mine was long and wavy. The other one was a boy with a golden blonde color, short and stubby.

"No, please. Sit down." The girl said and reached out her hand pointing at the empty chair. The both smiled at me. I gave them both a small nod and a smile as to say thank you. I looked around the room once again, trying to get familiar with all of these new faces. The girl spoke up.

"So what's your name?" She asked me. I was kind of startled by the fact that she had said anything. I figured that they were just as anxious as me.

"Oh, my name is Samantha, but everyone just calls me Sam." I started. "What about you too?" I asked and smiled at them. They both chuckled a bit and said their names.

"I'm Matt." The blonde one said.

"And I'm Katie." The girl said. I smiled at them both repeating their names to better remember them. I noticed Katie looking at my bag that I had dropped on the table.

She soon found out that I had noticed her staring and quickly snapped out of it.

"Uhm, you do know that we're not allowed to smoke while we're in school, right?" She asked me. I looked at her in shock. You have got to be kidding me. School ended at three o'clock and I couldn't smoke a single cigarette. Fuck my life, I thought to myself.

"Are you serious?" I asked her looking both at Katie and Will. They both nodded. I put my head in my hands resting my arms on the table and sighed, hoping that they hadn't heard. They had.

"Yeah, it said so in the letter that came out about a week ago." Will said. I was astounded by how deep his voice actually was.

"Oh, I didn't get that one. I just moved here and haven't really thought about changing my address yet."

"I'm sorry." Katie started. "So did you move here with your parents?" She then asked me.

"No, I moved here on my own. My parents both have jobs they don't want to leave back in my home town and I didn't want to take the train for an hour every morning, so…" I trailed off. They both looked at me, so I turned my head to look around the room once again. More people had arrived.

"Do you two know each other?" I asked as they were mumbling back and forth to each other about the different people arriving.

"Yeah, we go way back. Childhood friends, you know." Will said. "Are you in the music or drama line?" He asked me. I liked the fact that, even though they knew each other and could easily kind of forget about making an effort to get to know all of the other new student, they actually tried to talk to me and become a friend of some sort.

"I'm in the music line. I play mostly the piano, but I do know how to play the guitar. What about you?" I asked them. They both looked at each other, smiled and simultaneously said; "Drama." I chuckled at them at how cute they were.

After small-talking for a little bit with Katie and Will I noticed a group of five guys walking through the door, laughing and talking rather loudly.

It seems as though time went in slow-motion at than particularly moment in time. I looked at the five boys individually. They were all around the same height and body type.

One of them had blonde hair, like Will, only this boy's was a bit lighter, like it was bleached. He had kind blue eyes, walking in the room wearing bright khaki pants, a simple t-shirt and a sweater with a zipper. He had a huge smile on his face. The boy who's laugh was the most prominent in the group.

There was a boy with light brown hair, kind of scrunched up, with a sweet smile on his lips. He was glancing around the room, but still paying attention to his friends. He also had on a pair of bright khakis to be matched with a flannel shirt.

A dark almost black haired guy came into my view. He had a rather tall quaff and looked rather… how should I put this… sexy. There was some kind of quality that made my eyes look at him a little bit longer.

Then there was the fourth one. A tall guy looking slightly older than the rest. He had messy hair, though I think it was meant to look that way. You could see that he had put effort in it. Bright red pants were the first think I noticed. Not a lot of people can pull off red pants. I was impressed.

Then there was the last one. He looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere else. His head was turned in the other direction of where I was, so I could only see his brown curly hair, his baby blue shirt and dark jeans. He had a never ending torso. He turned his head, and I finally realized where I had seen him before. It was that guy Harry from both the pizza place and the supermarket. He looked a lot younger when he sat behind the cash register, but as he was walking there, I could fully appreciate how good looking he was. Never in my life had I seen such a handsome guy.

As Harry, the only one I barely knew in this group on attractive young men, looked in my direction, I could see that he spotted me. I smiled and made a small gesture with my right hand. He smiled and waved back at me. I couldn't hear him, but I could see that he chuckled.