I don't know if it was my dumb thoughts, or if it was my head that was doing all the talking but I regret not staying... I was just starting out in high school, for the first time in my life everything was going as planned. I had a beautiful family, a loyal dog, and was admired by many guys. In the year 3000 I was the shy, smart, freshman nobody. The ones that did know me, knew me by my birth name, Alice Lander. I remember that year as if it was yesterday. I started that first week of high school surprisingly well. I had new clothes, new supplies, a new attitude, and well a new me. Every day I would do the same thing, go to school, come home, do homework, eat, shower, sleep and repeat. I was on a schedule. My whole life was one big schedual that never ended. I was the happiest girl alive, I had my whole life planned out. Things changed that next year, but for now it all begins with my first year.
One day I woke up, put on my clothes, brushed my hair, and headed to the bus just like every other day. I met up with a couple of friends right before the bell rang that morning. We talked about what ever was going on that week. Then a loude "ring" rung in my ears. I picked up my bag that I had left leaning up against the wall as I talked to my group; then I headed to class. Computer class was boring that day, all we did was practice our typing skills. I was so thankful to get out of there and head to my favorite class. As soon as I walked into the door an energetic feeling blasted through me. Music filled the room, as all the music inspired students were working on music arangments. I sat down and took out my trumpet and waited to go outside and march. High school marching was nothing like my middle school years, it was better. I spent that class playing and trying to memorise where on the field to go during every measure. It was confusing but, still worth it. I eventually got out of the hot lunch and went to my science class. The only class I was having trouble with. Well just like any other day we were told to work out of the book. I was sitting alone, for that is how I felt most comfortable.
In about twenty minutes into class a soft knock on the door alarmed the class. I tall, blonde haired, blue eyed, mysterious, young boy walks into the classroom. He whispered something to the teacher, then she pointed towards me. That's when I stopped my class work and focused on them. The boy then started walking towards my lab table. Oh, great I don't get a table to myself is the first thought in my head. The boy pulled out his chair , and he sat right beside me. After he put his stuff down, got out his book, and begun on the assignment, he turned to me. As he spoke, I got a strange feeling. " Hi, my name is Sam, Sam Taylor." I told him my name and that was the last time we spoke during science class. The bell rang again and I raced towards the door, when I heard my name get called. "Alice, as you know Sam is knew here so, I need you to show him around, keep him out of trouble." I frounded and said " Mrs Carson, with all do respect, why does it have to be me?" She flipped through some papers and said " Because, I am your teacher, and because you do not have many friends." I knew she was right, and that I could not get out of this so I agreed. Shockingly the boy and I had the same classes. Each class he told me a funny story or a joke, which caused me to laugh. I got to know a little about him. This made me feel less of a baby sitter for a stranger. Finally we was in out last class of the day. It was Spanish with the worst Spanish teacher at the school. We were asked to get into groups for some big project. Since Sam knew no one, and I didn't necessarily like anyone in the class I agreed upon being his partner. He asked if I would be free to come over to his house this weekend. I told him that I was not sure because, My mom was very over protective. So I was not sure if I would be able to actually go over to some strangers house. So I just smiled; I later said we will see. The final bell rang and I walked home. My mom the only adult I live with, was not home for whatever reason. I ran upstairs to my room and later on my bed. I was on my computer working on my story when I heard the door unlock, and my mom's key clash with the counter. She came up into my room and told me she was home and good night like she had always. Or at least that's what I thought she was doing. Instead she came up with a serious kind of sad face. I asked her what is wrong. She said nothing. I was even more worried about her. I shook her and said loudly "mom, what is wrong?" She just looked at me. As tears ran down her face she said "Alice, your your fifteenth birthday." "You are getting so old" she whispered in my ear. Then she hugged me. We talked for a good couple of hours. Our talk ranged from school to what I hope my future would be like. I enjoyed these talks. They made me feel safe, like everything would be OK. Then she stood up, looked at me and said "Alice, I have big news to tell you tomorrow." Then she left my room and I went to bed.
