The New Kid

Chapter 31- The Last Day

"Excuse me, are you Scott Wynter?" a teacher asked me.

"Yes I am. Why do you ask?" I asked.

"I'm Mr. Gregory, the orchestra director. I understand that you're somewhat of a violin virtuoso, if I'm not mistaken?" Mr. Gregory introduced.

I nodded.

"Well, we are in need of a strong violinist since our concertmaster is going to be graduating. Would you be interested in this?"

"Of course. Pomp and Circumstance is a very easy piece for me," I accepted.

Mr. Gregory beamed and gave me the piece of music later on that day. It only took me nearly a half hour to get the piece down perfectly.

The day everyone had waited for, the last day of school, had finally came upon us. People were gleefully throwing away their notebooks and the seniors gathered in the gym for graduation practice.

"I wish we could've left after that, but they're making us stay," Preston said.

"Yeah, they said we're still students so we have to come to school," Jason added.

"At least you can be here for the yearbook signing," I said.

They scoffed at the thought of it. That was understandable, though. They were seniors that were a few days away from graduating, of course they don't want to be at high school anymore.

"So, we're gonna be seniors next year," Candy stated at lunch awestruck.

"God, what the hell happened?" Drake asked.

"Time happened," I replied.

"No shit, Scott."

"We all need to do something over this summer!" Savannah exclaimed.

"Sounds fun," I replied.

Jessica put her hand on my shoulder, "So, Scott. Do you regret coming to Phoenix?"

I had tossed that thought around in my head. None of my friends from Indianapolis spoke to me since I left, and Tyler had lived there. It was a paradise before everything happened. Now, it was just a city full of bad memories. Mom was right about Phoenix: it was a fresh start.

"I thought coming here was a mistake because I hurt you. But now, after everything that happened there, I think I can finally call this place my home now," I answered.

Jessica beamed, "I'm glad."

The teachers had gathered all the students out in the football field for a yearbook signing. I thought this was a fun idea. It would've been better if it wasn't a hundred-fucking-four degrees outside.

"I think this is what hell feels like," I quipped to Savannah.

She held an umbrella over herself to keep cool, "You're not wrong."

When we were all allowed to sign yearbooks, a tidal wave of people rushed over to me. I got swarmed with dozens upon dozens of yearbooks. My right hand started cramp up from signing so many yearbooks.

"Having fun, Wynter?" Preston asked as he was signing a yearbook. It was a girl who was wearing his jersey.

"Yeah. I'd watch out if I were you. Make sure Tara doesn't find this girl over here," I laughed.

He shook his head and smiled. People were also constantly asking for pictures as well.

"Looks like you got fangirls, Wynter," Preston observed.