Disclaimer: I don't own anything Wings of Fire related.
Starflight Nightfall got out of bed, feeling anxious for his first day of eleventh grade. He put on a white button-down shirt, black jeans, the glasses that he needed to wear, and semi-formal black shoes. The reason why he was so nervous? He was the "nerd" of his school, and no matter how hard he tried, Starflight just couldn't "fit in" like the rest of the students seemed to. He had given up on trying to be "normal" a couple years ago, but still felt very uncomfortable around people (unless they were his friends).
Starflight went down to the dining room, greeted by the tobacco-tinted scent that filled the room. His half-sister, Fierceteeth, smoked, and he hated it. Trying not to breathe in any of the disgusting scent, Starflight went to go make himself a cup of coffee. He had stayed up late last night, studying and checking over everything that he had learned last year, as well as going over some topics that he would be learning in school this year. After his breakfast, he wondered how he was going to get to school. Starflight's father, Mastermind, was the science teacher at their school, so he had left early. Mastermind had said that Fierceteeth can drop off Starflight at school, but Fierceteeth, being the irresponsible idiot she was, went to hang out with her friends. Starflight decided to text his best friend, Clay, to ask him to pick him up.
Starflight:
Hey Clay! Can you please pick me up? My sister left to go hang out with her friends, and I haven't got my driver's license yet.
Clay: Of course! I'll come ASAP
Starflight smiled; he was lucky to have such amazing friends. A few minutes later, Clay's car pulled up in his driveway. Starflight grabbed his bag and ran to Clay's car, getting in and sitting down next to Clay. "Hi Starflight, how was your summer?" Clay asked.
"Oh, normal, just studying, seeing a friend every now and then..."
"How's it going with Sunny?" Clay smirked. Starflight had a huge crush on Sunny, another one of his friends.
Starflight blushed lightly. "I haven't confessed to her yet, I have no idea how."
Clay sighed. "Starflight, you've liked her since, like, grade seven. It's been about four years. Confess to her before I die of her ignorance of your feelings."
"Okay. I'll try to make a plan to tell her I like her sometime this year," Starflight decided.
"Yes! Finally! I'll help you if you want my help," Clay cheered.
"That would be great, thank you," Starflight smiled.
