Traveling on the Stars

Physical Education

I was honestly just fine with trying to find something at Target, but since 'this was a new school with new people in a new place, I should try to dress new.' That is basically all my  mom would say. But maybe I should have just not been buying clothes from Target at my age.

Instead we went to Hollister  for most of the uniforms. Then she said I could try to go on their online website and buy some with the logo.  Seriously though, they had a ONLINE WEBSITE TO BUT THIER OWN CLOTHES.

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A couple of weeks later...

Oh wow... my first day of school was today. I had seen this is in movies a bunch of times and it made it seem like I was the scariest day ever in a teen life. It actually kind of was. I had to look amazing because this would be the day that everyone would we judging me. A lot.

I decided to wear some mid-calf  khaki roll ups with a navy uniform top. I deided to use the one that was from Hollister. Sporting the small flying bird logo along my collar bone. I thought I would seem more casual.

I put my loose curled hair in a high pony tail and let it swing around my neck. I had a few small golden bracelets around my wrist that I had gotten from Europe a couple of summers ago. I had my white converse tight around my long feet. I would hopefully fit right in. I'm sure all these girls had a pair of 'purposely dirty' converse and small pieces of jewelry. 

I looked really good and I was so proud of that. I had never really been a popular girl at my school, but it seemed like I had a shot.

I took our white 4x4 and started to drive. I enjoyed not having to drive Kevin anymore. HIs school was so out of the way of mine.

It was only 7:45 and school started at around 8:20. I had enough time to grab an ice coffe with milk from Starbucks if I hurried. 

And by the time I got to school, I was right on time. Even a little early, which would leave me time to check in the office.

"Hello. You seem new. Are you Bree Sanders?" The dyed-blonde desk lady asked as I stood by the desk. "I see you're from Arizona."

"Yea. I am." I say back to her. Resting my hands on the desk as she checked her files.

"Okay. Well here is your schedule. I can have a student from the student council help you out with where all your classes are? I know this school can be very confusing." She laughed a little. Trying to comfort me. I could tell.

"No. I'm fine. I'll just.." I nealy ran out of the room getting my schedule.

Suddenly, the homebase bell went off. I began to worry. Maybe getting one of those 'students' to guide me around wasn't a bad idea. I headed for the hallway and checked the small paper in my hand. I continued walking until I opened the hallway doors and entered.  How was everyone already in class?

There was no one in here.

Then a tall boy, with sun-tinted hair walked in the hallway. Shirtless.  Oh my. I probably wasn't in the right hall. But I guess I could ask him.

"Umm. Are you lost?" He reached in his locker and took our a flimsy non-uniform shirt. The words California Creekside High School Physical Education.

Crap. I was in the men's P.E. locker rooms. How could I mess this up?

"Yeah. I'm new here. I guess I didn't go though the right hallway." I try laughing a little to ease up the awkwardness.

"I can help you. I've been at this school for years. What's your first period?"

I checked back again at my schedule in hand.

"AP Literature." I say back to him.

"Woah. Are you a writer or something?" He asks. Slowly beginning to come closer.

"Hardly. I like to write though I guess." I say back. Staring into his eyes. They're a dark coffee brown. Just like mine.

"Here. I can walk you over if you want. Let me just tell Coach.One sec." He started off into a slow jog and was outside.

He was like really hot.