Middle school things

The new josh

  My heart was beating as fast as light as I walked into Andrew Jackson middle school. My nerves were messing with my brain. I felt like everyone was looking at me even though they weren't. I kept my head down as Elise and I walked down the main hall down to the 6th grade locker house. I waved goodbye to Elise and headed toward my locker. I searched until I found it, locker #1259.
Alright, turn to the right two times, turn to the left one time, then stop on your last number. My locker didn't budge. I tried my combo again, and it still wouldn't open. I tried three more times, and by now I was about to cry when a teacher finally came over and helped me.
I piled my notebooks and binders onto the shelf and closed the blue locker. I now carried with me an agenda, pencil, eraser, and book. I was ready for first block.
First block for everyone is homeroom. You get put into a class with random selection with a 6th grade teacher. I got mr. Arron, who apparently is super chill and cool. He is this young guy with a slight stubble on his chin.
I was walking to homeroom when I saw Josh by his locker. He was one of my good friends in 5th grade, so I decided to stop by to say hello to him. I smoothed my dress again and headed in his direction. I tapped him on his shoulder and he whipped around.
"Hey josh, what's uhhhh" I stopped mid sentence. This was not Josh. It was josh, but it wasn't. He cut his hair in this super trendy spiky style, was wearing Jordan's, and had on a strong cologne. I almost choked on the smell of it. My mouth was stuck hanging open as I stared at him.
"Ya umm hey" he mumbled as he collected his books from his back pack.
I just continued to stare.
"Well, uh, got to go." He said so quietly I could barely hear him. He then walked off to join a group of boys who looked (and smelled) just like the new josh.
I was disgusted. I never thought Josh would try so hard to be popular. Last year, he would wear old hand me down clothes and his hair was always a mess. Now, he looked like he just walked out of a party. He was also acting quite rude, which was so not like him last year.
Whatever. I tried to get what had just gone down in the hallway out of my mind as I walked the rest of the way to room #4b (homeroom). I shook my head and tried to look calm and collected again. I put my hand on top of my head to make sure my hair was not poofing up. It was fine, and so I stepped into the classroom.
I walked inside and my heart automatically fell in love with him.