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Back in time: Freshman Year

Freshman Year of High school

September

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

I looked at the five empty seats at my lunch table in resentment. I was sitting in the sixth. Alone. Like I had been for the last two weeks. The first fourteen days of my first year of high school didn't really go as planned.

First off, nobody knew me, and therefore, nobody liked me. I had gone to a private school previously and all the kids here had been together since kindergarten.

Second, the boys sucked. There were no date-able boys. All the ones taller than me were toolbags, and all the ones shorter than me were too short for my tall figure. Besides the fact that none of them knew me either.

As I sat, contemplating why someone would think it was a good idea to expose fourteen year olds to such a punishment as high school, my very best friend in the whole world walked into the crowded lunch room, flanked by four of his closest friends. I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked in my direction.

"Can we sit with you?" He asked, though he had already set his lunch box beside me and gestured for his friends to fill the remaining seats.

"No, can't you tell? There is a waiting list to get into my table. It's so exclusive, nobody but me gets to sit with me."

He looked at me with a blank face before smiling and opening his lunch. "Thank you for saving me!" I wailed as I threw my arms around him. "But why are you in this lunch hour suddenly?" I asked as I retracted myself and bit into my peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.

"I transfered to a harder math class and my lunch changed," he shrugged. "And they didn't like who they were sitting with in this lunch, so they came." The four other boys who I vaugley recognized nodded their heads.

The laughter of the girls one table over suddenly got louder and as Zac and I turned to look, one of the girls winked at him. He laughed and shook his head, going back to talking to one of his other friends.

"Don't worry, he doesn't like any of them," the boy sitting on the other side of me, I think his name was Fred, said. Fred said. Hashtag: rhymes.

"I know," I shrugged. "But sometimes I wonder."

"You know he would have told you the second he started liking a new girl. You're closer with him than any of us."

I disregarded his second statement, focusing on the first. "New girl? Who is the old girl?" My eyebrows drew together in confusion. Zac hasn't liked any specific girl since the summer.

Fred's face flushed and he looked down like he said something he shouldn't have. "Forget I said anything. I'm too tired to function," he mumbled and I decided to let it go.

"Zac, we went to the same private middle school. How do you have friends and I don't?"

Zac shrugged. "Soccer?" He guessed. "They just don't understand you, Biz. And then you kind of hate everyone and have social anxiety and don't like talking to people so they don't have a chance to get to know you."

"When did you become the wise old owl?" I mumbled bitterly as I ate yogurt.

"Years of practice, young grasshopper." I was about o argue that that didn't make sense, but I let it go with another sigh.

"Stop being all depressed, Lizz. This is high school. This is supposed to be some of the best years of your life," a kid named Andrew said. I nodded and smiled as the boys turned to a conversation about soccer. Of course Zac would have friends from soccer. He made the varsity team as a freshman and was a starter every game. Everyone loved him. And because they loved him, the boys loved me like a sister, and the girls hated me because they saw me as competition for Zac's heart, no matter how many times I told everyone who asked that it wasn't like that.

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February

"Come on, Biz! You have to do track. It will be so much fun!" Zac pleaded at lunch.

"Zac! I do not like running!" I told him for like the fifteenth billion time.

"You can do something non-running related!" He insisted.

I rolled my eyes. "Like what?"

"Throwing!" Fred suggested. I crinkled my nose and shook my head.

"Long jump or triple jump!" Andrew shouted.

"I don't know about that, guys," I said skeptically.

"Pole vault?" Matt asked and I dead-panned.

"You really thing they should put a large pole in my hands? You really think that would be a good idea?" I asked with a straight place.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about her inability to walk over an even and flat surface without tripping and usually taking others down with her. Adding a pole to the equation practically spells disaster," Matt said to himself with his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.

I looked back at Zac who had been staring at me silently for the last few minutes. "High jump," he said in a definitive voice.

"Zac, did you not hear Matt talking about the tripping aspect of my life?"

He shook his head. "No. You are going to high jump. And you are going to be amazing. The very best.

As I sat there, finally agreeing to track, I didn't know how much that little decision would impact my life, for the greater and the worser. Worser? Worserer? Less great.

(A/N)

This chapter and the next three are really boring, but really necessary. My sincerest apologies. I hope we can still be friends.

--Alphie--