Today is our first day of High School. No big deal right? Wrong. Back in middle school Jack, Eddy and I were Kings, well two kings and a queen, but that is besides the point, and now here we are starting all over again, at the bottom of the food chain. To say I am nervous is a complete understatement. Valley High is twice the size of our middle school and almost everyone here towers a foot over me. Even Jack and Eddy. They spent the summer making stupid videos and posting them on youtube and through the videos you can see both of them grow a foot taller, more specifically a foot taller than me. The good thing is other than their heights, nothing between us has changed. Jack and I are still the bestest of friends, he is like my brother. Our mom's have been best friends since high school and they both coincidentally got pregnant around the same time and Jack and I were born in the same year. I am a month older than Jack, but he still likes to act like he's my big brother. I don't mind it though. Eddy on the other hand we met on the first day of kindergarten. Jack and him were wearing the same shirt and like magic, wallah, instant best friends. The three of us have been inseparable since, but not in a romantic way, like ever. The thought honestly repulsive. I don't think I could ever see either of them as any other than my brothers. As I mentioned today is our first day at Valley High and here we are, the three of us standing at the front of the school unable to walk in.
"Dude, you go first."
"Me? No Jack, you go first." Eddy answers, equally as nervous as Jack.
"No I think I'll pass." Jack says as he takes a step back. I look over at both of them knowing they could go on for hours like this.
"You guys know what?" I say turning away from the school to face the two.
"What?" they answer in unison, a thing that no longer surprised me.
"We..." I start, turning back to face the school, "are all going to..." I continue as I lock my arms with theirs, " go in together." I finish as a face of horror appears on both their faces and I make my way inside, practically dragging both of them in.
"I'm not ready!" Eddy says as we walk past the doors.
"Yes we are." I answer as I let them both go and head towards the bulletin where are first class would be posted. I take my finger and drag it along the page looking for my name. Austyn, Bennet, Chavez, and then me, Daniels, Meridian Daniels, first period room 407, Mrs. Haas, like the Avocado. I look over at Eddy and Jack who have also been looking for their names.
"I got Haas, 407." I say, hoping we got lucky and got the same class.
"Me too." Eddy answers, "How about you Jack?"
"Ummm...." he says, with a glum look on his face, he didn't get the same class, I think, " I got 407, Mrs. Haas." he says as he smiles that stupid smile of his knowing he got me.
"You jerk." I say as I walk over to him and push him playfully.
"Ha, your face, it looked like you would cry." he laughs as the three of us make our way to class. After walking through the halls we find our class and walkin in. Posted on the projector a layout of the seats in the class, a seating chart, great. Seating charts never worked out for me, usually Jack and Eddy would end up together or Eddy and I would end up together but for some reason Jack and I never got to sit near each other, it was as if the teachers knew we would be trouble. I again find myself looking for my name and find it rather quickly. I also notice that my seat is on the completely opposite side of the room from Jack and Eddy who like usual got seated right next to each other. Just my luck. I find myself sitting next to a kid named Cameron Tyler. Wonderful. The bell rings as I head over to the desk and take my seat. Mrs. Haas introducing herself as our homeroom teacher and talking about how it was a new year and how exciting it would be for all us freshman and yeah, when a boy walks in late.
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Short Stories
RandomA book of stories I start and don't really finish or, stories that are too short to be their own thing, a simple compilation of the scattered, jumbled mess that is my mind.