"Ugh, I hope I look ok." I said aloud, checking my outfit in my body mirror. It was the first day of high school and I was checking my outfit out in my body
mirror.
"Y/n come on we're going to be late!" My mom called. I grabbed my black Jansport and phone. I raced down the stairs, tripping over the last few.
"Ok lets go." I said and my mom took her keys.
We arrived at y/s/n (your schools name) 10 minutes later. "Bye sweetie, have a good day." My mom smiled. Bye momma." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and got out of the black minivan.
I walked through the big doors to be greeted by a ton of students. There was barely anywhere where a student wasn't. I pulled my schedule out of my backpack to find my locker.
Locker #392. Floor 2.
I looked around until I saw a packed staircase. Great. I waited in the traffic jam, then finally reached the top of the stairs. I went straight to my locker and ran into my best friend, y/b/f/n(your best friends name).
"Hey girly!" She cheered. "Hey y/b/f/n. What's your locker number?" I asked. "560." She replied. "Awwe. Your in the other hallway." I said sadly. "Its okay. We'll see each other around and in classes. I have to go unpack my stuff, but I'll see ya later y/n!" She said and walked in the opposite direction.
I sighed and took a left. I eventually found my tan locker, which was all the way down the hallway. I took off my back pack and opened up the empty rectangle.
I decorated with my locker shelf, chandelier, holders, pictures and magnets. It turned out pretty cute. After I put my back pack in, i wasn't paying attention and slammed my locker shut, causing someone to yelp in pain.
I looked down, seeing the accident I caused. I had slammed some guys fingers in my locker. Not like they were cut, but it left some red marks and was bleeding a little.
"Oh my gosh!! I am so sorry are you okay??!" I ask. "Yeah...I'm fine." He said, his hand still shaking. I took some tissues and bandaids out of my purse and nursed him. When I finished, the bleeding had stopped.
"Thanks. I'm Mark." He said. "I'm y/n." I reply, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I like that name, it's cute. I have to go to class but I'll see you around y/n." He winked and walked off. I blushed and took my binder, heading for first period.
