Shelby Blanke

First Day Jitters

Hi, I'm Shelby, Shelby Blanke. Today is the first day of high school, and I am NOT looking forward to it. From what I have heard, high school is the most, HORRIBLE, TERRIFYING, and MISERABLE place on the ENTIRE PLANET, all high schools I mean, of course. Let's just say the next four years of my life will be hell. Well, I suppose it isn't all bad, at least I have my best friends, Noah and Abigail. We have been best friends since Pre-K. I still remember exactly how we met. We were all swinging on the swings on the playground. Noah jumped off the swings and flew through the air. Me and Abigail thought it was unbearably cool. We asked him to teach us how to fly, we spent the entire remaining time of recess flying off the swings over and over. That was how we met, and we have all been best friends ever since. But back to the problem, high school. Dreading it, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I showered, brushed my teeth, the usual. Then, it was time to get dressed. My mom had picked out my clothes for the first day because she wanted me to make a "good impression." I went over to my closet door, where a white lacy dress hung on a hanger. On my dresser, a jean jacket, and then on the floor next to my dresser, Black sandals. I put on the clothes and looked in the mirror. I looked like a different person, all preppy and nice. I brushed my hair and braided it into a fishtail. I took one final looked in the mirror and grabbed my backpack. I went out to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. I opened the wrapper and quickly ate. I threw the trash away and started walking to the bus. I arrived a minute before the bus and sat down on the bench. I hurried on when it arrived and stumbled to the backseat. It was a generally long drive, but we had finally arrived at the school. I would rather stay on the rotten-egg-smelling bus than go to high school. I spotted Noah and Abigail in the distance. I rushed through the crowd nearly knocking people over to get to them. "Hey Shelby!" Abigail said when she saw me. "What's up." Noah said with a slight wave. "Oh, y'know, the usual, school." I replied. "But this is different! It's high school! The point of opportunity!" Abigail said with a huge smile across her face. "What are you saying Abby? From what I've heard, this place is absolute hell." Noah said. "I'm going to have to agree with Noah." I said dully. "You guys are such downers." Abigail replied, rolling her eyes. We headed inside the school. I looked around the hallway. It was huge. I searched for the office, and soon I was pushing threw the crowd, Noah and Abigail following close behind. We entered through giant double doors. Upon our first look we saw our destination, the information and registration desk. We walked up to the desk where a middle-aged woman sat in a desk chair. "Can I help y'all?" She said in a friendly country accent. "Hi," Abigail spoke, "we wanted our schedules and locker numbers." The lady smiled. "Names?" She asked. "Abigail Sturley, Noah Chant, and Shelby Blanke." Abigail stated firmly and proud. "Alrighty!" Said the woman. "Ok, Abigail, here is your schedule and locker information, as well as your lock." The woman said handing a little package to Abigail. "Noah, here is your schedule, locker information, and lock." She said handing Noah the same small package. "And Shelby, here is your schedule and locker information, and it says here on your registration form that you would like to provide your own lock?" She said questionably. "Yes, that is correct." I replied. "Alrighty then, that's it, have a great first day!" She said waving goodbye kindly. "You too!" Abigail says in return. I consult Abby and Noah and we decide we should part ways. They both head off in the same direction to their classes and lockers, while I walk the opposite direction down the long, crowded hall. I find my locker, 245, and I pull my lock out of my backpack. The locker was empty with nothingness. I closed the door and set my lock to the required combination. I slide on my lock and locked it with a little "click!" I looked at my schedule, I started to walk down the hall, not paying attention, I crashed into someone and fell to the ground. I looked up to see a tall, tan, scruffy-haired boy. "Oh god! I'm so sorry! Let me help you up," he said holding out his hand. I grabbed his hand and picked myself up off of the floor. "Are you hurt?" He asked with a cute and kind smile. "I'm fine." I replied. "Ok good. What a great first impression.....I'm Reed." He said with a small smile. "I'm Shelby." I said smiling in return. "Uh, what's your homeroom? Are you a freshman?" He asked. "Oh my homeroom....is Johnston, for Photography." I say. "You?" I ask. "Oh and yes, I'm a freshman." I add last minute. "Cool, I have Fontelli, for Cooking. And I'm a Sophomore." He replied. He was a Sophomore? I talked to a Sophomore. A FREAKING SOPHOMORE. How did he not beat me up? Or-or, take my lunch money? But most importantly, was he single? "Well I should get going," he said, "cya around." He started walking away. "WAIT!" I shouted. He stopped and looked back. Oh shoot, why did I do that? I don't have anything to say! Oh crap, oh crap, OH CRAP! What do I do?