Freshman Year

The First Day

Nobody wants to admit it, but it's true with every student starting their first day of school. Oh sure, you'll tell all your friends, "ugh I hate school," and, "I don't wanna go back!!" But trust me, everyone deep down is excited for the first day of school.
       That's how I was, on the night of September 3rd, 2016. I couldn't get any sleep. I was tossing and turning all night. And for one simple reason; it was my very first day being a high schooler. New school, new people, new me. I couldn't help but be eager to be and old kid, even if I was a freshman.
       There were 3 main things I was looking forward to my first year of highschool. Number 1 being more freedom. I could finally walk around blasting music through my earbuds, entering class with McDonald's, and just getting to live my life a little more.
       Second, homecoming dance. Daydream after daydream I had, picturing myself in a flowing dress, dancing the night away with a handsome date, who would have the same color tie as my dress.
       And last, getting to see my sophomore boyfriend everyday, José. We had started talking a year before over texting, not being able to see one another because of the different schools. We ended up becoming a "thing" during the summer, and he made me happy.
     So as I woke up on that early Tuesday morning, I was ready. Ready for my life to finally be perfect, ready for everything to finally be perfect. I was blind sided to reality, but what teen isn't?
      There are simple things to know about the first day of school in an average public school. The first and far most important, is that you always dress in brand new clothing on the first day of school. It's just what everybody does. And for me, this outfit would be a grey forever 21 hoodie, ripped jeans, and my new Snow White Nike Roshes, (which are now terribly stained). Looking back at this outfit, I cringe, but I think that's how it is for everybody.
        Luckily, and unluckily for me, my brother was a junior that year, so he would drive me into school every morning. Except on this particular morning, he wanted to work out EARLY before school, so when we pulled into the empty student parking lot, I sat in the car for about an hour waiting for the right time to go in.
      I had been dazing at my new school in awe, wondering and imagining how wonderful this year was going to be, not having a clue of the memories to be made inside. Incredible really, how from the outside it's just a school like any other. But inside, people have their best memories, and their worst memories. There could be a hookup in a bathroom, or a fight in a cafeteria.
     After what seemed like days, it was time to walk into the highschool. I was incredibly nervous and excited, like a kid about to go on a fair ride. In all honesty, I couldn't wait to see José.
      I pushed through the front door, stepping into my new life. Yes, you may laugh, you may think this is cheesy or cliche, and I get it. Me walking into that school, has changed me as a complete whole. This you'll come to know.
     After going to my locker (and jamming it of course) I met up with my sophomore friend Kathy. We walked around until the warning bell rang, and I was trying to soak up the unfamiliar hallways and faces. I said my goodbye and walked into my first hour, Spanish. I looked around the room. I had absolutely NO friends in this class.
"Oh great", I mumbled aloud. I stumbled into a seat next to a sophomore with glasses and a broad jawline.
          Our teacher, Mrs. Wright, was a big, loud, Latino. She's looked to be in her mid 30's. She was also my history teach in my 6th hour. The class felt like forever to just drone on. When the class ended I frantically left and began walking up stairs. I passed by José who I thought would at least say hi, but just gave me a small smirk and touched my on the shoulder. This bugged me a little, but I just went into my next class. Then second hour came and went, along with 3rd and fourth. Next was lunch.
      I sit down next to my best friend Jenny, and ask her how her day was so far. Our answers were the same. Both boring and exciting. I glanced around my lunch for any sight of José. None. 

The next week dragged on, and before I knew it, it was our first home football game. And this, my friends, is where the story really begins.