The Beginning of the End

*RING* *RING* I nearly had a heart attack as I heard my alarm go off. I sat up and sighed. It was six a.m, on the first day of my last year at high school. I took my sleeping mask off and set it on my side table.

"Good morning, darling!" My mom said as I walked down the stairs. I sat down at the kitchen table and my mom set french toast down in front of my.

"Morning," I said as I ate my breakfast.

"Something wrong, Meghan?" My mom asked politely.

"Nope!" I said getting up from the table, "I'm going to go get ready."

I went upstairs to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth, then straightened my hair. I put on the outfit I had laid out from last night and did my makeup. It was 6:50 when I was all ready. I had about ten minutes so I sat on the couch and texted my best friend Lauren Sheets. We had been best friends since sixth grade, and had about the same personalities.

"I'm kind of nervous," I typed. It was true, even thought I had been doing this whole high school thing for three years I had this weird feeling in my stomach. You know, like there is a huge bolder on your chest, and you are just waiting for it to be lifted off so you can let out that big sigh of relief we all have when something we've been nervous for is finally over with. Like a test or a quiz, but this time the test won't on Abraham Lincoln, it will be on how pretty and you are and how hot your boyfriend was. I was sort of lacking in both topics.

I had been single for two years after my horrific breakup with my ex-boyfriend, Brent. Long story short he cheated on me multiple times, with prettier and way more popular girls, which broke my heart even more. It made me feel like I hadn't given him enough love or happiness, which he had given me tons of. My heart was shattered, so I have a lot of trust issues now, especially with boys. It took me a while to get back on my feet. The whole situation basically told me I wasn't good enough, and sometimes I still don't think I'll ever be.

"Why?" She responded, the text tone forcing me back into reality, "We will be fine, we will be with each other! Oh and I'm almost at your house."

"I know I know," I typed, "Okay see you in a second." I put my phone in my backpack, kissed my mom good bye, and left to go catch my ride from Lauren. She was pulling into my driveway when I walked out the front door.

"Hi," I said to her.

"Hello," she said, "you excited?"

"It's school, why would I be excited?"

"Good point," she said laughing as we pulled out of my driveway. We were on the way to Franklin Regional High School, or 'the rich kid school,' as people who didn't go there would call it.

I stuck my hand up from Lauren's convertible roof to feel the wind glide through my fingers. It felt refreshing and gentle. Ah, I would love to know what it feels like to be the wind. Weird, right? I don't know, just the feeling of being so light and being able to travel where you wanted without anyone telling you where you had to go.

I was shoved back into reality when I heard Lauren's car rock back into a stop. "Well," said Lauren as we got out of the car, "let's go be seniors!" I laughed and we walked arm in arm to the front entrance and into the big school, straight up two flights of stairs to get to our new lockers. That was when we finally separated to the our lockers across from one and other. I fumbled with my lock then after a couple of times opened my shiny wooden locker. I grabbed my stuff for my first two periods and Lauren and I walked into our new classroom.

Of course, every head turned to look to see who else was in their class. A couple guys wolf whistled at us and did the "call me" hand gesture. Some popular girls rolled their eyes and we rolled ours right back at them. We hated popular girls. Hated. Most were stuck up and annoying.