Us Against The World

first day

Hello, my name is Rey Skywalker. I'm 17 and I live in Ach-too, Tennessee with Luke Skywalker, my foster dad. I go to Amidala high, home of the lightsiders. Actually today was my first day, you see we just moved here from Jakku, Utah last month. Ok so here's what happened today...

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I woke up at about seven and went to my bathroom to take a shower. When I get out I put some clothes on and go down to breakfast. After that I run to the bus stop, when I get there I see two kids about my age. One was tall with longish wavy brown hair, he had a brown varsity jacket, white t-shirt and jeans, the other was slightly shorter with a short hair cut, dark skin and a black long sleeved shirt and jeans. "Hi, I'm Rey, I just moved here last month." I say trying to start a conversation.

"Hi! The name's Poe and that's Finn." Says the tall guy, gesturing to the other guy. "Would you like to sit with us?"

"Oh really? Thanks! That'd be great!" I say as the bus comes into veiw. We talk the whole way to school and as we pull up Poe is finishing up telling me about the football team.

"Hey would you like to come to a game? Tonight we play against the schools rivals, the Palpatine prep first order." He explains.

"Yeah, I'd love to!" I tell him.

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Later that day at the football game, "Hey! Watch where you're going!" I say as a guy bumps into me. He has shoulder length hair and extremely pale skin, he's wearing a black varsity jacket, fallout boy t-shirt, and dark jeans. Great, an emo kid, I bet he's whiny.

"Wow, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." He says sarcastically. What a jerk. Then I look at his face. Geez he's a cute jerk! Why are the cute ones always jerks?

"My name's Rey." I say.

"Ren." He says.

"What'd you just call me?" I say, completely offended.

"No, Ren! Kylo Ren! It's my name!" He says, and I start blushing. Great, now I definitely have no chance with him.

"Oh, sorry! So what school do you go to?" I ask stupidly. Really Rey is that the best you can come up with?

"Palpatine prep. Let me guess, you go to Amidala?" He says in a bored tone. Great, he's bored!

"Yeah, do you want to hang out some time?" Ugh, I sound so desperate!

"Yeah, ok. Give me your arm, I'll write my number on it." He says. OK, he has to be kidding! But against all of the warnings going off in my head I give him my wrist and he scribbles his number on it with a pen.