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Chapter 1: First day of school

GINGER
It's officially the first day of school... I'm actually kind of excited. But my friends don't know that. They don't need too. I have reputations to maintain. Anyways, right now I'm putting my books in my locker. I dedicated a solid three hours to decorating my books. Over the holidays I went shopping and found these really cool bohemian magazines. Now my books have this really cool outer cover and they're so glossy (thanks to a DIY from Pinterest).

I lift one of my books up to my nose and inhale its sugary scent. I'm seriously gonna have the best books in class. I can see it- no literally, last night my crystal ball actually showed it to me. I'm saving up for a new crystal ball because my current one has a crack. According to this one website, that can seriously change the visions you see. I doubt it though, because I saw everyone crowding around my books and that's exactly the type of attention they deserve. I mean, if you want it, work for it! Omygosh. I know that scent... It's like men's cologne mixed with head and shoulders shampoo (trust me, I tried to recreate it at home). It's.... Alex.

We began dating last summer. Okay, calm. Deep breath. He's walking in my direction. I don't blame him, who wouldn't? It's probably the books, they smell amazing, or even my shampoo; I emptied an axe can into my head and shoulders bottle last night.

He's getting closer. This is so cool. I spent ages stalking his Instagram last night. He wouldn't accept me so I totally made these fake footballers IG so I could get in. Let's just say it worked. Alex looks at me and smiles. Jinjy was right, confidence does work!

"Hey Alex," I say, shoulders slumped. I am not a try hard.

"Shut up GYPSY!" He says, shoving me into my locker. "And by the way, that axe can is for guys."

Okay, so I lied. He's not my boyfriend, yet.

ALEX
Summer Break is over and I've been brushing up on my football skills. I've upgraded my speed and passing those hike runs, I've done the drop drill and one-two step to improve my dodging and jump height for those high balls.

 thing is, I need to do really good in my midterms and End Of Term tests because I need to get a football scholarship and play as the starting QB. I've decided, this year is the one I'll let myself start dating, I've got one girl in my mind, Her names Holly and she is an angel with everything. So if things go to plan this year I can:

A: get a football scholarship
B: Satisfy my parents' grades agenda.                                                                                                                      C: Maybe ask a girl to the Winter Formal

So I step out of my car and I see everyone from last year, some good people and also the bad. I open my locker and unload my books. Anyway, my locker this year is in a great position. It is pretty central to about everything and is five lockers away from Holly, so I guess I can talk to her.

My plan is to first talk to her as a friend and after a period of time, I'll ask if she would like to come to the movies and then, on the formal, I'll take her to the dance.

So I unload most of my books except for English, Biology and History. My Google Pixel 2 XL vibrates in my pocket. Jordan texts me to come meet up in the courts, everyone is here except for you. I glance up to check the time and notice Holly is down at her friends' locker, I smile at her and she blushes.

"Hey Alex," said this creepy girl.

"Uhhh....hey??" I say, trying not to be acknowledged by Ginger.

" Wow you smell kinda like cologne, do you know that's for men??"

I remember Ginger, She used to be alright in Elementary but ever since she got into that weird Voodoo shit, she's changed. I mean that she puts on men's cologne and has a pet balloon that somehow feeds her advice???

Sasha

The sounds of students buzzing with excitement were ringing in my ears.

Who gets excited about school? School is boring. I would much rather prefer to have my toes dipped in the cool water of the beaches on the coast of Fiji.

A sigh escaped my lips as I placed three notebooks into the tiny compartment that was my locker. I could make out a 'famous' figure down the hallway. He smelt of perfume and shampoo. Girls blushed and pretended to be engrossed in conversations with their friends as he walked past.

I never understood boys like him. Sure they were popular and we'll be liked but no one knew why exactly. What did they have that no one else did?

My fingers twirled a curly strand of hair as I watched him. My eyes widened as he completely ignored a tubby redhead that tried to talk. The poor girl looked down at the shiny tiles on the flood trying to avoid locking eyes with onlookers. I took a step towards her but stopped.

Highschool was tough. Making friends, fitting in and homework was tough. Highschool was an arena where us teenagers pick our battles and fight them. This was her battle. Not mine.

I pushed the strap of my back pack higher up my shoulder as I turned on my heel and walked past the redhead who reeked of incense. After all, I had no time to waste. I had my own battles to face.

Joel

I wake up to a loud laugh coming from my living room, later revealed to be my mum cackling with her ever so annoying boyfriend, Max.

I reach out towards my side table and grab my iPod, it's 9:30 am. I scroll through my Facebook feed and realise its the first day of Sophomore Year. No surprise that I have Pizza boxes and joints lying around my room. I contemplate whether I should even bother to go today and finally decide, I will. I definitely need to go and inform Anthony about my new dealer.

I slowly make my way towards the bathroom, gradually getting ready and then head towards the kitchen. Ahh, I'm so hungry I can literally hear my stomach growling. I step into the kitchen and see my mum and max intensely lip locked.

"OMFG! you can do all of this in your room," I yell while throwing a loose paper at them.

"Shut up Joel, PISS OFF TO SCHOOL!" My Mum slams back.

I grab a 'V' can, my bag, a slice of pizza and run out the house, slamming the door behind me. I feel angry and furious at my mum, why would she do that ... with Max! I've always wanted a better relationship with her but she just ... just ... doesn't act like a Mum. I quickly get over it and pedal my bicycle away.

I arrive at school, and to be honest I feel a little anxious but obviously, I can't let society know that. I relax my shoulders back and sway towards my locker, after all it's gonna be another year full of drugs, alcohol and violence.