Crusin' On Vacation

Bonus Chapter| The Three-Day Old Sandwich.

WITH THE WAY LILLIAN WAVED AT ME SO. . . Violently, you'd think her arms would practically fly off the joint and hit a random passerby. She didn't care that people were giving her strange looks as she stood right at the entrance to the school.

I navigated my way through the familiar school parking lot, my ears picking up the distant whispering that was going on around me. People hugged, cheered, and jumped around, acknowledging their friends that they missed over the holidays.

It wasn't hard to spot the various school cliques. The jocks, who didn't participate in any sports but simply just worked out and were so cocky (in my opinion, they didn't deserve to be called jocks), were all huddled up at one corner, staring at the school dance team that had just pulled up in the parking lot. The ones who actually played sports were all walking into the school, Lillian bumping I to a few of them and sending not-so-discrete glares to a large number of them. The cheerleaders, who were actually really not problematic were all probably inside, talking amongst themselves and catching up. While the other cliques were scattered around the school.

Lillian and I didn't belong to any particular clique, we were our own. Lillian was the one who always knew about every single thing going on in the school even if there really wasn't much to go with at our school that could really pass on as drama. I was the one who didn't really pay attention to anything, but when there was trouble, I stayed away from it.

Lillian threw her arms around me, weighing me down a little. She practically leaped onto me and didn't let go until I told her she was basically choking me. She apologized quickly and wiped a fake tear away, giving me a quick once over and nodding, telling me she approved of my outfit.

I glanced down at my purple sweater that was lose around me and my jeans. It was basic, but I guess it was okay for the first day of senior year.

"My child! I've missed you so much!" She gushed out, pulling me in for another very tight hug.

"You saw me like four days ago." I pointed out. She waved me off, looped her arm around my arm and led me through the school hallways. Indeed, the dance team was inside now, all gossiping and whispering to themselves as people walked by. Normally, you'd expect this behaviour from the cheerleaders —n ot to be cliché or anything — but they were actually the nice and popular guys in our school. The mean girls were definitely the dance team.

Our lockers wouldn't probably be close — they were never — unfortunately, so we had to stop at Lillian's new locker because it was closer to the entrance. In our school, every year we are assigned to new lockers. That's something I really didn't approve of, because I definitely did not need to be using a locker that was once used by Ashton. Nope, Nuh‐uh, the stench would be immaculate and everlasting.

She hadn't arranged her locker yet, her books were all in one corner and creeped into the other corner that was pretty much empty. She told me about how she planned on decorating her locker, putting one picture of her and Riley, putting in a few makeup stuff, and adding a few stickers to create that elementary school vibe.

When she got out what she had for first period, she walked me to the secretary's office. Karen smiled at me and handed me my schedule. My locker number was 406, and just like I predicted, my locker was not close to Lillian's. It was on a whole other floor.

Lillian and I collectively groaned as we reluctantly dragged ourselves up the stairs. I put in the new locker combination and opened it. The locker was pretty plain, maybe I'd just arrange my books, get my PE uniforms and set them up, jazz it up a little and it would be good to go.

I stuffed all my books in my locker and told Lillian we could stay a bit after school to at least organise our lockers. She immediately agreed.

"So far, the only good thing that's happened today is that we have the same class right now." I told her as we approached our history class. She hated history, while I loved it. People often had problems remembering dates and stuff like that, but I honestly enjoyed it. The one thing I hated though was biology.