Today marks the end of first month of my senior year and I am glad to say it wasn't so bad. It has been slightly interesting than my other terms but I wouldn't put it in the category of rock bottom.
The drama is always present. The classes are occasionally boring. My part time job is going well and my increasing friendship with Lucas is another sign that so far things have been good. After our driving lessons on Saturday where I not so accidentally saw his brother with a professor during off-hours, I've been walking on eggshells around him.
I don't want to intrude on other people's business but what I saw wasn't normal. It was controversial and very much needed an explanation. I thought Lucas would tell me Monday at the campus but so far, he has stayed away from the subject.
I wanted to bring it up but he seems kind of moody. He drove me to school in the morning before we went to our respective classes. He didn't even talk much and kept our conversation small and clear.
I was worried but then again it wasn't my problem so I kept quiet and watched from the sidelines. Lucas and I only have one classes with each other today which means I won't be seeing much of him today. On a different day, it would've been a good news to me but today the less I saw him, the more I grew annoyed.
I don't know what part inside me was triggering this reaction but I hated spending half the day without a glimpse of the boy who would leave no measure to frustrate me. I didn't want to admit because it's pathetic but I was missing him. I was missing the way he sneaked upon me, his laughter, his tease, the way he finds millions of ways to annoy me.
I have no idea what he is up to but this expectation to see him is really weird. I hate feeling so restless over someone that shouldn't be in my head which is why when Sabina asks me to help Jackson and Kevin set the auditorium for the upcoming Seniors Week Welcome program, I said yes.
The program is starting from next month and would last the entire weekend. It's the second program after Halloween that happens on weekends. The SWWP would have three parts. The first one is the annual Academic parade celebrating the starting of the term followed by a play and photoshoot.
The second event consists of a series of competitions between the students from all department. The entire university participates and tries to win for the prize which is a recommendation letter from Headmaster Harvey. A lottery tickets for those students who wish to study anywhere in the world. The admission would be easy if they receive that recommendation letter.
Since the prize is only open for seniors who are graduating high school, my main priority is to get that letter by any means. Previously I have participated in the dance competition and have won second place. The first went to 'The fake queen' Gloria. I shouldn't be sour but besides being an attention seeking bitch, Gloria is a very good dancer. She's the only one who has come closest to beat me in dance.
I am assuming we're both participating again this year. The stakes are high this time and I won't have a redo if I lose. I have to win and get the recommendation letter if I wish to enter Ivy League. It has been my dream since the minute I was accepted into Hawthorne High on a scholarship.
The third event is a party. A disco at the school ground where teachers, professors and even juniors are allowed to enjoy the night without any rules or regulations, except for a ten pm curfew for them. The seniors were free. Alcohols are allowed, food is banger, there's permission to use the campus swimming pool and lots and lots of music and volume.
Sabina and I used to love it when we attended as junior in the past but had to leave before ten and would miss the firework but this time we're seniors and we can stay as long as we want.
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Ficção Adolescente!!!!!!COMPLETED!!!!!!! When Lily steps into her senior year at one of the country's most elite schools-The Hawthorne High-she plans to stay invisible. But that plan crashes the moment she crosses paths with Lucas Hawthorne, the youngest and most not...
