Sparks.

01

'First Day'

"The most important day of a person's education is the first day of school, not Graduation Day."
   -Harry Wong

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I woke to find the sunlight streaming in through my window. Why did my mother always feel the need to open the windows in the morning? I crawl out of bed and slowly walk to my closet.

Ah, the first day of school and my least favorite day of the year. I'd really like to question the person who said we had to go to school 177 days a year, 5 days a week, 7 hours a day.

I put on my favorite record and listen to it while I get ready. I love old, vintage music and listen to it all the time. I feel that music is a way to escape from the world.

I dress in black, ripped skinny jeans and a pastel pink tank top. I put on my pair of black converse and then put on my signature jean jacket.

I tie my blonde hair up into a messy ponytail because I don't have the energy to deal with it. I put on a little bit a makeup, but just enough that I look like I actually put some effort into my appearance.

I grab my black leather backpack and rushed out of my room to grab an apple out of the bowl in the middle of the kitchen island.

I yell at my brother from the bottom of the stairs to hurry up, I did not want to be late on the first day of school. My brother, Wesley, was adopted and was a month younger than me. He was going to be a senior in high school, just like I was.

He runs down the stairs and grabs a banana. "You don't have to yell at me." he says with a mouth full of banana.

"How would get your attention?" I answer back.

He scowls. Our parents come around the corner each holding a cup of coffee. They kiss us on our foreheads and wish us luck. "Remember, if you want to get into a good college, Wesley, you need to put some effort into your grades." We go down to the lobby of our apartment building and wait for my best friend Summer to meet us. Even though she has her own car, she always rides with us on the first day.

"Help!" I immediately turn around as I recognize the voice as Summer's.

"What!" I say in panic.

"It's the first day of school, that's what." Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Summer hates anything to do with school and learning. I personally don't understand why she makes such a fuss. Look, I'm not saying that I'm a big fan of school either, Summer just happens to be a bit over-the-top.

"What the hell! You scared the crap out of me." I half yell as I slap her shoulder.

"Sorry." She mumbles, rolling her eyes.

We leave the apartment building and walk down the street to the car that Wesley and I share. We all get in and Summer immediately complains about what's on the radio.

"Why do you have it on the rap station?" She questions as if it is the worst possible thing that could happen right now. Don't get me wrong, I love Summer, but when she doesn't get enough sleep, the gets cranky.

When Wesley changes the station, Summer starts scrolling through her phone and leaves the short trip to be quiet, but comfortable. When we get to our school, Rosemount High, we walk in only to get blasted with people coming out of the office. We head into the office to get our schedules and locker numbers and then head out. Since Summer's last name starts with an 'S' and mine starts with an 'M', our lockers aren't next to each other. But at least I have a locker next to Wesley.