-Glitch-
It was the beginning of the middle of September. It was still warm, around seventy-five degrees. None of the leaves were changing to orange or brown, yet. Tomorrow would be the first day of high-school for me. Just when I started feeling old by being an eight grader in junior high, I started to feel young and puny again as I started to be a freshman. I told myself that I wouldn't be nervous and he would get some sleep, but here I was, laying in my own bed staring up at my plain white ceiling, getting into deep thought.
It wasn't even like I knew anyone that was going to the same high school. I would be all alone in all of my A.P. classes, with most of the people being socially awkward. How old was Avalon? She couldn't be much older than me. It's been two months since I've seen her. Mo came over my house on random days for random reasons. I mean, I could make new friends, but that would take a while. This was going to be a slow year.
-Avalon-
I woke up, got ready and walked slowly to school. I walked really slow. I was forty minutes early and it took me fifteen minutes to get there. My mom insisted that I took the car there, 'so I wouldn't mess up my hair'. I reassured her that I was okay.
I woke up so early that I was able to take a shower. That's not normal, at least for me. So, that made my hair kind of wavy. It was nice though. None of my friends were going to be in the same classes as me, so I couldn't show anybody. They were all going to be in the average classes or honors, at most. All my classes were A.P. In eighth grade I tried to get a low score on the State Test so I could be in the average classes with them. I ended up getting something like a ninety-five.
I was in honors when I was in eighth grade. No one will be your friend. No one will talk to you. No one is social. I don't like it, but I can't blame them. I knew one girl, her brother was 'special' and her parents had to have at least one person in their family be smart. Ever since then, she pushed herself the hardest she could and made sure she got into one of the best high schools. Maybe most of the people in A.P. were like that.
It was seven fifty-five now. I was in front of the school. In the corner of my eyes, I saw something neon yellow, probably a kid. But, as I looked closer, I saw that that kid was waving to me. It was Glitch! Oh, that made sense. He was a freshman? In this school? I walked over to him, "Hi, you never told me you were coming here."
"You never told me that you were fourteen and a freshman," he countered. Glitch got taller, he was like my height now. I ignored what he said, "You're my height now!" He smiled, "So, I lost the bet?" I laughed, "Yeah, you lost. You owe me one." He rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah. Alright."
"You gelled your hair." I just noticed. "Yeah, Mo came over my place and didn't let me leave 'till he 'did something with that hair'," he mimicked Mo's voice. "It's cute so don't worry. Mo knows what he's doing. Wait, it's eight! We 'gotta get inside!" I did a double-take at my watch.
"I'm in all A.P. What 'bout you?" Glitch asked me.
"Same here." What were the odds that we could be in the same classes for most of the time? I hope it's really high, or at least over fifty percent. Please. Please. Please.