Savanna's POV
First days of school are okay... You got your new freshmen, your sophomores that think they know it all, your juniors who are trying to stay out of drama, and the seniors, that's where I am. Senior and graduating class of 2018. Life is great so far. I have 3 friends who love and support me. Rose, who has been my best friend since pre-k, Marcus, who is Rose's boyfriend, but we have AP Literature and AP chemistry together, and Parker, who moved across from me 2 summers ago.
Speaking of summer, a lot happened in that time. I got a job as an intern for the town's newspaper, I sent in an application for a scholarship to college, and I started hanging out with Rose more. Marcus and his parents went to Europe for July and part of August, so it was just Rosie, Parker, and me.
I haven't had much time for boys because of interning, setting up my application, and helping out at home, but that doesn't stop Parker from trying to flirt with me. He has been trying for 2 summers ever since he moved to Bayville, and I keep turning him down. Sure he's cool and all, but I'm just busy.
I'm glad to be back in school. It's the last time I'll walk these halls at Bayville high, but every time I think about it, I get a little sad. It's the last few months that the group of us are going to be together. That last movie nights, midnight drives, and late study sessions and then we're off different ways.
But today is the first day. It's 5:15 am and I have to start getting ready or I'll be late. I go for my usual first day outfit. White shirt, black pants and converse. I'm not the best at picking out clothes... Rose is the fashionable of us, always has been, always will be. I only wear a little makeup because I honestly don't need it. My green eyes stand out from my face and thick, brown hair. I normally put it in a bun, but today I took the time to do French braids.
Suddenly, I hear a knock on my bedroom door. I hear the voice. "It's me!" I rush to the door to see Parker.
"Whatsup pac man?"
"It's the first day, and I wanted to surprise you... I got you coffee and donuts."
He hands me the warm coffee, and I drink it, letting the caffeine start me up.
"So, how was photography week?"
"It was cool. I took rose for a day, and now she had endless pictures for her Instagram."
"Typical rose. So are u free tomorrow?"
"Actually Parker, I already have plans. I'm actually going to the newspaper to work on my first story."
"Oh. Well maybe another time."
"Yeah definitely. Look, I'm sorry that I haven't talked to you much. I've just been really busy lately with newspaper and college and all."
"It's okay Sav. I get you're busy."
"Okay. Do you need a ride to school?"
"Do you mind?"
"Not at all. We have to stop by Rosie's though."
"Okay that's fine."
By then it was 6:15. I promised to get Rosie at 6:45 and be at school at 7.
When we got to Rose's house, she was already on the curve. She wore a maroon dress with brown boots and white socks. Her hair was pulled back in a dutch braid.
"Hey guys."
"Woah. Last time I saw you, you had your braces still." Parker pointed out. He was right. Last time I saw Rosie, she had her braces, even at photography week.
"I got them out yesterday. Just in time for first last day at Bayville high. And guess who is head cheerleader this year?"
"You Rosie. You've been talking about it for weeks." Parker and I laughed. Ever since the end of junior year, she kept telling us about cheer.
"I have? Oops..."
I laughed as I grabbed my coffee. I drove to school and right at 7, we arrived. We grabbed our bags, and we headed inside to our lockers. I put my books for AP Chem and government in and my backpack felt lighter, but not light enough. I still have AP Lit and my laptop, but I don't have a class until 2nd period. Rosie heads off to cheer practice while Parker and I head off to the cafeteria. We sit at our spot that we've sat at for the last 3 years.
It's the first last day. I write for my narrative.
"Whatcha working on Sav?"
"It's a narrative for my blog."
"You have a blog?"
"Over the summer project. I wanted to keep working on it."
"Ah. Well that makes sense."
You can see who is who. The freshmen are the scared ones. The sophomores are the cocky ones. The juniors are the cool ones. But being a senior, you know who's feeling what. It's scary to think its the first last day.
