The French Canadian?

The first day of school

I was in my senior year at Oakland high school. The first day of school. As always, the stress of not knowing anyone and no one knowing me. Walking down the hallway was always the most stressful moment of the first day of school me. The only thing on my mind at this moment wasn't the actual school, it was the students around me. There sharp gazes cutting into me like a knife into butter. Keeping my gaze on the floor occasionally looking up at the locker numbers, then glancing back down at the note card I'm holding. The card says 'locker #327.' Finally getting to locker number 310, I let out a breath I didn't even notice I was holding. Walking up t the locker I was designated, I put in the digits on the back of the note card. Opening my locker I pull my backpack in front of me and pull out my schedule. 'First period math... the worst class ever..'

I put up my backpack and starts heading towards math class. Seeing a large group of students, I stop to see what they are crowding for. 'I don't think I've seen him around. His brown hair spiked up in the front, and what seems to be a bird tattoo on his right hand. His brown eyes are so bright... He looks almost excited to be at school... That's weird, he is an interesting one. I look forward to seeing him around. Wait, WHAT AM I THINKING!?!' I shake my head to get rid of the thought going around in my mind. I run to my class worried about being the last one to pick a seat. Walking into class 'thanks goodness. I'm the first person here...' Taking in a deep breath I take a seat in the back next to one of the Windows. 'This is gonna be a long day...'

(Any thought or ideas of where this should go? I already have a plan, but it could easily change.)