The O.H.F

Taylor's POV:

I awoke from my dreaded alarm clock on Monday morning. It was the first day of school. Grade 10 now. First day of high school. I must look nice for the first day I thought. I straightened my hair, and put on my white ripped skinny jeans, and my favourite long sleeved chicharu shirt. I walked downstairs where my mom had breakfast all ready to go. "Good morning love". "You look splendid." I smiled at her. I ate my breakfast slowly, I was so nervous my hands were shaking! I walked to the corner and met up with my bestfriend victor. We chatted until the bus came.

We got on the bus and rode it to school. High school was alot bigger than middle school. And had more kids in it as well. I walked in very nervously and found my locker. I saw a particularly unique male in the crowd. He had bright orange hair, and dark brown eyes. He wore a green hoodie with black skinny jeans. His locker was 4 down from mine. I found myself staring. I quickly looked away and walked to my first class.