Remembering You

Will

--August 31st, 2026, Monday, Student drop off--

I feel my face heat up immediately as his eyes met mine. His eyes were sky blue and he had blonde curls just covering the tips of them. And God damn was he attractive. He sorta looked like an angel, all he was missing was wings and a halo. He also looked oddly familiar.

I blinked realizing I was staring. I give him a small smile and quickly start walking towards the school, just to be stopped by a short, dyed blonde, preppy girl ten feet later.

"Hi," She says, smiling widely at me.

"Um hi?"

"You're Will, right?" I nod, wondering how she knows my name. "I'm Willow, I'll be showing you around." She says, holding a hand out for me to shake. I take it.

"How did you know I was Will?" I ask her, shaking her hand.

"Well, everyone here knows at least somebody, but you don't seem to know anyone. You also just look super lost in general," Willow says, letting go of my hand.

"Do I really look that lost?" I ask her, rubbing the back of my neck. She nods.

"Anyways, what do you have for first period?"

"Calculus, sadly." I say. She gives me a pitiful smile.

"Yeah, that's gonna suck." I nod. "What teacher?"

"Mr. Nelson," I say. Remembering what the paper said. A smile spreads across her face.

"Lucky, don't worry, he's great. I'll show you where his class is but first, breakfast." She says turning around and, walking towards the school.

"Wait– what?" I ask following behind her.

"Breakfast. Ya know? The meal you eat in the morning. I think they're serving pancakes today," She says as we reach the doors. Playful sarcasm lacing her words.

"They serve breakfast here?" I ask. Ignoring her sarcastic comment. She turns around –door half opened– and raises an eyebrow at me.

"You've never gone to private school before, have you?" I shake my head. "Thought so," She says nodding to herself and walking into the school, holding the door open for me.

'Why are rich kids like this?' I think as I walk inside and follow her to a line of students. 'At least she's not snooty,'

"Well–" She says. Snapping me out of my thoughts. "–as long as you have your student ID you can get breakfast– you do have your student ID, right?" I blink, realizing I had left it on my dresser.

"No..." I say. Willow sighs looking away from me.

"I'll just skip breakfast today," She mumbles to herself, clearly disappointed. Her mood changes immediately though as she looks back at me, smiling brightly. "C'mon, let's get to your class." She says, walking out of the line and up some stairs. I follow her quickly, not wanting to get lost.

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The second floor was quiet. Minus the distant talking from the students, and Willow humming some song– it was completely silent. Which was seeming to calm some of my nerves.

After a few more minutes of walking in somewhat silence, Willow stops humming and starts counting the room numbers. She stops at room 870.

"And here we are," She says, opening the door. Lights flicker on as she does, revealing what looks to be a lecture hall. I stay by the door still looking at how huge the room is, while Willow walks inside and knocks on another door. "Mr. Nelson? Are you in there?" She says, and just a few seconds later a man with glasses and black hair with hints of gray in it answers the door.