I jolted upright to the startling cry of my alarm. I turned it off, slowly got out of bed, and began to get ready.
I curled my boring, straight hair. I got dressed, put makeup on, and went downstairs
Today is my first day of my senior year, and I got to admit, I'm a little nervous.
I just moved from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Krane, California. I have no local friends as of right now, and I'm a little fearful that I won't make any.I went downstairs, grabbed a glazed donut, and headed out the door. (Glazed donuts always make me feel, better.)
I then walked to my bus stop. And after a long time of waiting, the bus finally came.
I let out an irritated sigh, then I got on.
I sat near the front, that way I'd be one of the first few on.When we arrived at school, everyone stood up as quickly as possible. It seemed that everyone was as anxious to get off the bus as me.
Once I got off my bus, I looked for my locker and put in my locker combination. I put my backpack and books in the locker, and then I slammed my locker shut. I was examining my schedule when I saw a huge crowd form.
I saw people with cell phones and notepads out. Voices of people asking, "Can I get your autograph" spreading like a wildfire. I caught a quick glance of a familiar face in the crowd before she disappeared off in the crowd.Even though I ate breakfast, my stomach still decided to make a ruckus. I then decided to head off to the cafeteria to grab something small
I went to a small group of people and asked for directions to the cafeteria.
"Excuse me, do you happen to know where the cafeteria is?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible
"Yeah, of course. We were actually planning on going there as well." One of the females said.
"Well that's convenient." I said, not sure if they were planning on going there, or they were just trying to be nice."So, where are you from?" Ty asked as we walked to the cafeteria.
"Minnesota," I replied. They seemed surprised by my answer.
"Why'd you move here?"
"I got sick of the cold" I joked.
The three of them laughed."Thank you for bringing me," I said when we arrived at the cafeteria.
"Wait, hold up. Do you maybe want to sit with us?" Nia asked kindly.
"Sure," I said. Liking them already.
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The Bittersweet Taste of Fame
RomanceMegan Campbell is the average teenager living the average teenager's life. Well, sort of. She just moved from Minnesota to California. She has a dad that owns seven cars. (One for each day of the week.) She is on the road to making the varsity baske...