Our Life In A New World

Welcome to High School, Bitch

(Tam pov) August 23, 2018

My alarm clock blared and I slammed my hand on it to shut it up. It read 6:30 A.M., unfortunately.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and then brushed my teeth. In my closet a band shirt and a pair of shorts hung, so I grabbed those and pulled them on. Then I went downstairs to make breakfast and get all of my stuff ready.

A frying pan was on our electric stove, and in was a piece of French toast. I was making one or two for me, because it was a somewhat simple thing to make. Keefe came down a minute later, wearing a blue t-shirt and shorts.

"Morning." Keefe yawned, and then started to make lunch for us. Two Pb&Js, and assorted snacks from Targer and Costco. He was done in two minutes, and then he filled up a waterbottle for himself and I.

"Here. Food." Once the French toast was ready, I put a slice on Keefe's plate, who ate it gladly. I ate my piece as well, and then we checked that we had everything in our backpacks.

Pencils and pens and other writing supplies? Check!

Math related items? Check!

Eight notebooks? Check!

Eight folders? Check!

Food and water so we don't pass out and be sad? Check!

Knowledge about where we're going? Check!

Keefe and I tied our sneakers and slung our backpacks over our shoulders, ready to head out the door. We went outside to the bus stop, which was a street down. It was 7:00, and the bus came at 7:10, so we should be early.

We did end up being early, so we just talked to each other and to some of the other high schoolers at the bus stop. I met Lily, Chloe, Addie, John, Theo, and Lewis in those ten minutes. Then we got on the bus, and obviously, Keefe and I sat together.

Once we got at school, Keefe had Graphics class and I had Geometry, so we went our separate ways and agreed to meet up at lunch.

Geometry was strange, but I think I understand the gist of it. After all, it's just more math. I got math, I liked math. It was something that was easy to understand for me. Also our teacher was really nice.

After geometry, I had to go to English.

That was one hell of a ride. We got a creative writing assignment, "something easy for your first day." Mrs. Jeffrey told us. The minimum was 1,000 words, and it had to be an original idea, so nothing based off of other books. I started in class and wrote about my time in Exillium, but made it fictionalized and switched up some names. Now I was Thomas and Linh was Lauren.

Period three was orchestra. I wanted to learn how to play the viola after I learned what it was, so I took lessons before school and learned a lot in those five months. We sped up the usual course, and I picked up quickly so it was all good. Now I knew how to play complex pieces easily and all sorts of different notes and note names.

My teacher, Mr. Callaghan, gave introduced himself and gave us a few songs to play for our peers. He handed out Mariah Carey and Ariana Grande with a few other artists mixed in. We practiced two of them and it sounded pretty good, but I got lost for a few measures.

*time skip to after school; 3:10 P.M.

The second I got home I threw my backpack on the table and pulled out my laptop. I needed to finish my ELA assignment and then practice my music, and then I have to do some math homework. I estimated I'd be doing homework for an hour and a half, and then I could make dinner and sleep or read or whatever.

Keefe was on the couch typing on his laptop. He told me that he needed to do a math assignment and then do something for history, I don't really remember.

Two hours later, and we were eating burgers and French fries. Our assignments were finished and I ran through my songs a few times with Keefe yelling from downstairs if I sounded, and I quote, "Like Silveny mixed with Verdi and squeakier by a shit ton of shit".

So, bad.

I'm sorry I haven't been updating this story. I have been losing some inspiration, but I think I'll at least give you guys 5 or 6 more chapters. Thanks for all the reads!