The first day of school is always something to be excited about, I suppose.
For me it's a tradition to stay up all night before the first day of school. I get my hair and clothes ready, nervously pack and unpack supplies, but this year wasn't like last. I wasn't a squeaky clean freshmen, terrified of her own shadow.
I remember the first time I saw him this year. A close friend.
Let's call him... Tyson.
We'd met in February, in my gym class when he was a junior. This year was his senior year and at this point , we weren't super close but he was a big deal to me. He was the only person I'd stopped and had a conversation with.
"Hey midget." He greeted me with his usual sarcastic tone.
I am unusually short, only 4"11, so the title fits I suppose.
"What's up? I thought you were moving back to Michighan?" We hadn't really talked all summer, we'd both been a bit busy.
"Nah, I decided to stay." He smiled. That smile started so much. That smile would ruin me eventually. That smile would be the death of me.
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The Sophmore
Non-FictionA Diary of the year I spend in the passenger seat of my best friend's Blazer. The year of firsts, the year of heartbreak and love and every emotion in between. The story of my Sophmore year.
