Scripted

two

"I read to forget, I write to create."

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October 26, 2015

It was only 5:30 in the morning when my phone started blaring Imagine Dragons Warriors.

With a stifled groan I reached for the device guilty of waking me up and blindly tried turning it off. I was unsuccessful. Instead it fell onto the hardwood floors with a dull clatter and as I tried getting it again I only managed to slide it under my bed. Another groan later I was rolling off of my bed and landing in a heap onto my floor.

Cracking my eyes open I searched for my dreaded phone with hardly any light. A few moments later I had it back in my hand and this time successfully turned off the alarm, cutting the song off midway through.

I scooted up to sit against the bed frame and rolled my head into my hands.

Today was my first day of school.

I needed to not screw this up.

Standing up I quickly walked through the room grabbing my toiletries and clothes for the day before heading out to the bathroom in my lone hallway. As I turned on the light I scared myself upon looking at my own reflection. Without a second look I stripped and stepped into the shower.

The water took a few minutes to get to the temperature I liked, but soon I was washing up fine. I tried not thinking about what going to a new school meant as I cleaned up but it was hard. All the normal questions and nerves were front and center in my brain and I was getting myself all worked up.

Before I could completely spaz out I shut off the water and reached for my small towel hanging beside the shower doors. I wrapped my hair up so it could dry and proceeded in wrapping the larger towel around my body. Stepping out of the shower I took some calming breaths and then continued getting ready for the day.

By 6:45 I was ready for what this first day of school could bring. I only hoped that what it brought was good things.

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When I arrived at school—Jason drove me—I was the only one on campus.

The school was small and only one story, unlike the one I'd been at previously. The entire exterior was made up of red brick that was fading from its color and thick glass windows. There were trees surrounding the small parking lot and two large pines standing almost proudly beside a sign that read Evergreen High School: Home of the Lumberjacks. I found it ironic that this school's mascot was a tree-cutter yet the squat building was surrounded by trees.

Either way I found the entrance of the school fairly easily; it helped that there was a sign that read Front Office and then an arrow pointing to my right.

The inside of the office area was warm and homey. I was positive the rest of the school felt this way too.

"Hey there dear, how can I help you?" A motherly voice made me turn toward the small woman behind the front desk.

"Hi," I looked around me once more before stepping forward toward the desk. "I'm Nya Caro. Toda—"

"Oh! You're Jason's daughter, yes?" She stood up from her swivel chair with a large smile.