From the incredibly hilarious, to the heart breaking sadness. This is the story of four high school friends and their walks of life. Follow these teens through this comidically dramatic series
Mom told me that today was the day, I had to go back. It was for my own good too. It kinda freaked me out thinking about it. I was ready to finally leave with my bag on my shoulder, my hair done, and fully clothed but I wasn't sure I was emotionally ready. It was like some entity was pulling at me to get back in the bed. But there was an even stronger force telling me to go to school, and that was mom. "Come on Aneika!" She yelled from the kitchen. I collected my stuff and made my way to the kitchen, I was scared by a bright flashing light. Finally when my eyes readjusted I saw my mom holding a camera.
"Its like the first day of school all over again." She laughed at me.
"Haha really funny ma, now come on so I can catch second period." I said. Second period was science with Mr. Goyle, and I've been hearing rumors about this chick named Cece, none that I like and I was so ready to pop up and bop up a bitch.
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She can mess with me all day, but when she starts coming at my friends, she gotta go.
* I walked into the school waving bye to my mom, but she was to distracted by her morning gospel on the radio, I went inside and got a pass to class being as though I was already late. The lady almost dropped the phone once she saw me standing here like I was a ghost. And in some ways I was, I had risen from my sulking just as a ghost would rise from a corpse. I collected my pass and made my way to Mr. Goyle's class I paused outside the door. I took a big inhale then exhaled and pushed my way in. Mr. Goyle paused from his lesson. "Welcome back Ms. Robinson.'' I got a few looks.
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I went over and hugged Khari and Tiff, I almost felt like crying, then I heard someone interrupt. "I can't see the board." Mr. Goyle had his back turned writing on the board. I looked around to see who said it. It was a redhead, but the most surprising part was she was sitting in myseat.
"You must be Cece."
"And you must be one of the flying monkeys." She said, giggling. I took a step a little closer, this point the attentions on us except Mr. Goyle whose obliviously just writing on his board.
