High school as told by Ariel

Ground rules

That's me, That photo you're looking at right now.

My name is Ariel Kitsch, Born and Raised in 1999.

Today was the first day of High school, I know Turk and Nala will be waiting for me.

Turk and Nala are Africans, I'm british-dutch.

My father sent me ground rules today;

1. Don't drink alcohol

2. don't smoke

3. don't skip class for stupid reasons

4. pay attention in class

5. Join the swim and book clubs.

6. Don't join singing

7. Don't be someone you aren't

8. Believe

great Advice dad... half  true..

"Hey Ariel!" Turk walked up to me.

"Hey Turk, Nala" I said.

"ready for the first day?" Nala asked.

"I guess" I huffed.

I was not ready, i was never ready.

people were staring, yes.. I have red hair that is curled to the max and casual clothes on.

"Nothing to see here!" Turk shouted.

'What? people are staring at me and you say that?'

"Good luck Ariel, we're going to find our first class" Turk said.

'oh no'

"alright" I said.

"Hello" A boy said. Damn he smelt like eggs... *gag*

"Hi, I'm not really in the mood for talking right now" I said.

"No-one says no to gavin" He said.

'Gavin? what sorta name is that?' *gag no.2*

"Well, I do" I said.

'He looks mad, Ariel run' 'no, don't run from the predator'

"I'm letting you off this time 'round, Brit" Gavin said.

'call me brit one more time and i'll kiss a fish!'

"Hey, do you need some help finding your first class?" Another boy asked.

'call me brit, i dare you! and I'll smash your pretty boy face inwards'

"no thank you, I'm fine" I turned down.

"alright!" He said.

geometry was okay, math wasn't my strong point really.

English was fine, sorta. Mr. Fredrickson is a nice guy if you don't knock him off his happy mood.

now it's lunch.

Nala and Turk were sitting over by some other people.

I walked into the lunch room, everyone stopped eating.

"Hi..." i whispered, waving a little and attempting a smile.

"gee! you've been lonely" The boy said.

"i'm really not that social" I said.

"it's fine"He said, "My name is Jim".

"Ariel, Ariel Kitsch" I said.

"Keep interrogating her, James" Another boy said.

"it's JIM"Jim said, "don't call me that Makoto".

"I'm not calling you that, James... your nickname is ridiculous" Makoto said.

I turned half way to face Makoto, his green eyes were lovely.

"Urgh, before I forget, Ariel this Is Makoto, he's my friend" Jim said.

"Hello, You're the Kitsch People have been staring at for half a minute! it's a pleasure to meet you" Makoto said.

"oh........ it's nice to meet you too.." I must of been red, really red.

"Makoto is the captain of the swim team this year" Jim said.

"OH, you have to let me join! i've been swimming since birth!" I said.

"Yes, yes of course" He said.

'He's HOOOT'

"Tachibana! hey!" A boy with ginger hair waved.

"Hey, Olympus!" Makoto said.

"Jim, Who's your new friend?" Olympus asked.

"Ariel Kitsch" Jim mumbled.

"Sorry, I can't hear you" Olympus said.

"Her name's Ariel Kitsch. She's from Britain, it's quite obvious in her accent" Jim said.

"James! that's no way to introduce a lady" Makoto said, giving Jim the stare.

Hot 1 and Hot 2 had V necks on, so it was easy to see their collar bones and scapular.

"hot" I mumbled.

"What?" Jim asked.

"Hit, I say it when I get excited when i see exquisite men " I said.

"Is that a complement?" Jim asked.

" Yes, James it is" Makoto rolled his green eyes.

"I Thought  that was meant for Tachibana and I" Olympus said.

'oh, good he knows'

"I was, look at her face" Jim said.

I wasn't listening.

"Cute" makoto said.

"She's fading" Jim said.

"no, She's alive.. she's just deep in thought" Olympus said. He was correct.

"Before I have a melt down, Hercules.. do something for me" Jim asked.

"yes" Hercules said.

"look after Kitsch" Jim said, "Same for you Tachibana".

Jim walked off.

"So, swim team huh?"