"Bree. BREE wait up!" My twin sister calls for me. Her name is Bracey Arces. She is one of the most prettiest girls at school, but she doesn't think that. She could be popular, but she chose to hang with her true friends, not some skanky plastic so called friends. (She got all the good looks, but I got all the good features) As for me, I'm Aubree Arces. But most people call me Bree. We're in our senior year of highschool and I can't wait for it to be over. As Bracey and I ride our longboards to school. ( We have cars, but like our longboards more.) Our friends Lia and Nekoda are walking on the sidewalk. "Hey Lia and Nekoda." They turn they heads and smile, "Hey girly." Lia says. We all finish arriving at school in less then 5 minutes. Yeah we live close to the school.
"Bree, you ready for this school year?" Nekoda says. "Phsst, shoosh yeah." She smiles and rolls her eyes. We have all been friends since the 7th grade. Even through the thick and thin, we always find our selfs back at each others side. I look around and see so many familiar faces. The jocks, the fakes, the nerds, the wanna be's, the gangs, the arty ones, and then there's us. We walk up to the front of the school and wait for them to let us in. We all get our schedules, which is located in the media center. Ugh, last year I'll be walking in here. I think to my self. We walk in and walk to the tables that have our last name first letter on it. My favorite teacher from last year is at that table, helping with the schedules. He smiles, "Hey Bree, how was summer?" I look at him, "It was amazing." Bracey pitches in, "Hey, nice to see you too Mr. Young." She smiles and rolls her eyes. He smiles, "Sorry Bracey, how was summer?" "Ugh, boring. There's was nothing to do!" I look at her. I roll my eyes and look back at Mr. Young. "Well, here is y'alls schedule. Don't get lost." He winks at both of us. We both smile and turn around to find Lia and Nekoda. I look down at the pale pink sheet and read the tiny black print.
First Period:
Mrs. Young; Reading (Yeah, I take reading, I'm not the smartest kid ever)
Second Period:
Mr. Smith; Advanced Language Arts
Third Period:
Mr. Vermilion; Gym (Full year gym, ew)
Fourth Period:
Mr. Young; Honors Science. (That's the only thing I'm good at)
Fifth Period:
Mrs. Brown; Math
Sixth Period:
Mr. Williams; History
Seventh Period:
Mr. Young; Teacher assistant
Those are my classes. I look over at Lia's paper and we have first, third, fifth, and seventh together. I look at Nekoda's paper and we have first, second, fourth, and sixth together. (Of course I have all my classes with Bracey.) That's a weird schedule, but okay as long as I have my friends. We walk out and head up stairs to our lockers. Their being nice this year and letting us pick them our selfs. So we pick the first four next to the stairs. (These lockers are the full length, and these are grouped in fours because a door is next to Nekoda's.) I take the first one, Bracey takes the second, and Lia takes the third one. I think you know what Nekoda got, the last one. We are lucky that we got here first, because no other locker group is like this one. We have thicker and wider lockers than anybody else because of where they are locaded. I unpack my stuff and wait for everyone else. We all walk to the F wing where our first period is located. We have to wait for the bell to ring before we can go in.
I open the door to enter the F wing and there they are. The most hottest most popular boys in school. Bentley Scott, Colton Harris, Blake Scott, and Wyatt Davis. I have the most biggest crush on Bentley Scott. He has the most prettest eyes in the world, they are the color of the sky. He has nice black hair, I would just love to run my finger threw. He is tall, which I'm tall too. He is the quarter back on the varsity football team. He notices me looking at him and he smiles. His dimples appear. I feel my knees getting weak, but I just keep walking. As I walk past him, his shoulder hits mine and my binder drops to the floor. BAM! I quickly get down to pick up my papers. He bends down to help me, "I'm so sorry." I look up to the eyes and smile, "Oh, it's fine. I bumped into you." He smiles and hands me the last of the papers. "No, I did." He take smy hand and helps me up. A laugh escapes my lips. He just smiles, "Is your binder okay, it kinda took a big fall." I smile, trying not to let something else embarassing slip out of my mouth again. I look down at my binder and examine it. "Yeah, it looks fine to me." He smiles. "Okay. Good."
