Switched Up

1-I: Are you serious?

It was a peaceful morning as the sun hung high in the cloudless sky. The smell of salt water tickled the noses of the people aboard the boat heading towards Blue Isle. A girl was standing at the railing of the boat staring out at the sea with her clear, confident green eyes. She was wearing a maroon, collared tank top that was buttoned up all the way, tucked into a pair of white washed jean shorts with white Oxfords on her feet. A quick wisp of air flung some of her wavy, dirty blonde hair into her face. She grabbed it, tucked it behind her ear, and grinned to herself; she could barely contain her excitement knowing she was finally going to be a student at Blue Isle High.

She turned around and leaned against the railing. She took in a deep breathe through her nose while closing her eyes, enjoying the salty smell. She let out a big sigh and then opened her eyes to observe the others on the boat.

As she studied them, two boys caught her eye. One had straight black hair and the other had wild reddish-brown hair. The boys looked like they were around her age and had suitcases next to them, so she assumed they were also on their way to Blue Isle High. The dark haired boy was leaning against the railing while the wild haired boy was hunched over it facing the ocean. She watched as they burst into laughter about something, which made her want to join in on their fun. They seemed like amusing people and she wanted to become friends.

She grabbed her luggage and walked over to them. When the dark haired boy glanced over at her as she came closer, the other boy leaning over the railing followed his friend's gaze to see what he was looking at. When the girl approached them, she put her bags down, looked up at them, and asked, "Are you guys going to Blue Isle High?"

The wild haired boy responded, "Yes siree! You must be too with all that luggage."

She smiled and said, "Yup! My name is Sam Springfield by the way," while offering a hand out to him.

He lifted himself off the railing, shook her hand, and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you Sam. My name is Oliver Swanson."

The boy with the straight black hair walked towards Sam and shook her hand next.

"I'm Jack Nordam."

Sam let go of Jack's hand and smiled back at them. Now that she got a closer look, she couldn't help but notice how attractive they both were. Jack had slanted, gray eyes that made his gaze look almost seductive. His lips were thin, but plump, and his straight, black hair hung gently over his forehead and ears.

Oliver had bright blue eyes that were full of excitement. His lips were full and he had a single dimple on his left cheek when he smiled. His untamed, reddish-brown hair stuck up from random places around his head.

Oliver stared at Sam for a while and said, "Y'know, you're pretty tall for a girl."

Sam laughed and said, "Yeah, I get that a lot."

"How tall are you?"

"Five eleven right now. I really want to grow taller though."

Jack chimed in, "You don't usually hear those words from a girl's mouth."

"Well, I play basketball, so growing taller will only help me along the way."

"Grow one more inch and you'll be Jack's height," said Oliver in a teasing tone.

"I can't help that I stopped growing in middle school!" exclaimed Jack while glaring at Oliver.

Oliver laughed and said, "It's okay man. At least you made it to six feet by 15 years-old."

"I guess..." said Jack with a shrug.

Sam smiled while she listened to them talk. For some reason, it made her happy watching the boys converse with each other. She then asked, "Do you guys play any sports?"