Courtneys POV:
It's just like last year, can't say I'm surprised. The building looks the same, and the boys look less awful then they did the year before, no, wait these freshies look uglier than our last years, sigh, other than that everyone is stuck to their same routine. It's hard getting back in the groove of being in this stupid school, filled with stupid teachers, stupid people, and stupid boys.
Seems like my brother is getting a head start at it, it's barely the first day of school and his already implementing his daily routine of throwing fags into the dumpsters. Good for him, everybody needs a hobby and I guess he chose that one. I usually stick around to see at least one or two skinny boys get thrown in but I have someone waiting for me in homeroom.
Picking up my pace, pushing through the doors of my wretched high school, I am met by a pleasant surprise, just like last year, the mob of people is split once again allowing me and only me to walk past the hall in peace not having to worry about having ugly people at my arm's length. Boys droll at the sight of me, and girls look at me in envy because I probably stole their boyfriends, which I have, but honestly, there's nothing better than having the best of both worlds admiration and envy.
Thats when I see her, you don't even have to step foot inside the classroom to see her pretty face gesturing me to come in. She never listens! Every year I go into a full-depth explanation on why we should be choosing the seats in the back, and every year I see her in the exact fucking front. I don't let it bother me though she can never make me mad.
"Kim! Common, hurry on now so that we can get the seats in the back!" While entering the room I quickly spot two empty seats in the back.
"I don't think so Courtney" An ugly stupid teacher, trying to talk to me says. "You're Trevor's little sister, right? I'd like you to sit in the front, so I can keep my eye on you" LITTLE? It fucking sucks to be related to that retard. I mean sure there's the perk that everyone is a little scared of you, but what's worse is that everyone automatically assumes I'm going to do something bad or that I'm crazy. Which is so not true I at least wait until a few days to start with my bullshit.
Usually, at this point, I would use my own weapons of defense aka my father, but the look on Kimmy's face and how excited she was yesterday for Sophomore year, I put off having my little meltdown. I sit down, and grumble a few curses at my teacher though, mostly that he is fat, ugly, unmarried probably, who gives serious pedo vibes. And after five minutes I cool down.
"Courtney, Ive missed you since yesterday! We got to plan for the party at Sean's place this Thursday! Andd start already brainstorming for halloween! We got a busy schedule girl!"
" We met up yesterday and talked over the phone Kim, and as for halloween, that shits in December..., I mean October or something, I have more important things to worry about" Kimmy rolls her eyes.
"Your the one who implemented our tradition of preparing for things wayy before it happens why stop now?" I sigh
"I have figure out which boys I want to date next"
"What... about Marcus?"
"Ive already dated him before!"
"Can't you guys get back together?"
"Ugh, no it hasn't been two months yet"
Oh is all is says as she turns back to Stupid Teacher, who is trying to get the class to play some kind of icebreaker game. With her attention away from me I get the chance to really look at her for the first time since yesterday.
What can I say about Kimberly? She's been my best friend since probably kindergarten, being practically neighbors, and the fact that we've always just clicked, is probably why we're so close. She hasn't changed much over the summer, or maybe I didn't see it, since I was there with her the whole time, just like every summer before. She has grown taller, but so have I, same height we are. Her eyes just the same, not a bit different, always beautiful, always hazel. Her skin a darker tan than mine over the summer, makes the freckles on her face even more cuter. She has pretty hair. I'm probably the only white girl, who even comes close to her hair type, curly, mines a bit looser. She's probably the prettiest girl in this School, from her eyes to eyebrows, to face, to lips, she's perfection, any boy would be fawning over her...
Just an observation though.
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Your life in 1995
Romancestory set in the 90s mainly following two girls (cheerleaders) as they fall in love and have to deal with the consequences of being gay in the 90s. but overall it is a story about people just living life in the 90s, pov's from both of the girls and...
