September 6th,
It’s my last first day of school. Where was high school? Where had it gone?
This year, there was no more homeroom. Seniors just wander the halls while underclassmen have the pleasure of being tortured with the same “school dress code” and “zero tolerance policy” lectures. There were also no more writing classes. I had taken all the available writing classes in the school, so had Anabella. This put her in a very depressed mood for the start of school. Her favorite class was no more.
She came in wearing my purple beanie. She’s been favoring that one lately. She gave me a huge hug and signed, ‘Seniors, no this can’t be right. It was only yesterday we walked in this school for the first time.’
“I know. It was just last week wasn’t it? Just last week that right there in that very spot,” I pointed to the floor in front of my locker, “We met. It was right there, only last week.” She looked sentimentally at the spot and then up at me. She kissed me and signed, ‘I’d be nothing without that spot and that day.’
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Teen FictionAfter an accident at work that killed his father, Rhyder Jonesave has to move from Florida to California. He starts off his freshman year of high school knowing no one and having no friends. He soon meets the most beautiful girl he has ever seen...
