“All right, you can do this”. I say to myself, I’m standing in my bathroom, staring into the mirror. “It’s just high school, you’re hot” I say making a flex for the mirror,
“You’re Cool.” I stroke my hair back, but there isn’t enough to pull it back all the way. A horn honks, and I hear a distant shouting.
“Damien Come on, Mom doesn’t was you late for your first day”.
I quickly grab my bag and run out the door, I hop into my brother Ryan’s car.
“Let’s go li’l bro” he says as he pulls out onto the street.
He looks over at me “Are you nervous?”, “A little bit.” I reply he puts his arm around my neck and pulls me in almost choking me, “Don’t be nervous, I run that school, boy.” He says reassuring of himself. “And after I graduate this year, you will.” He rubs his hand through my hair, and then puts it back on the wheel.
An old, beat up, black thunderbird cuts us off, the girl driving's hair is recklessly blowing in the wind, she has sunglasses on and seems to be jamming to some sort of music, she smiles to us as she passes by. Ryan begins beating the steering wheel, and then he honks and yells.
“Come on, Ivery how you gonna play!”
politely Ivery shoots a middle finger up, looks back smiles and drives off. Ryan laughs and continues to drive, he smiles and says to me “Welcome to High School.” We pull into the school parking lot, I get out of the car, he hustles over to me, and says “All right if you need me, ask anyone they’ll know where I’ll be.” He turns away and begins to walk off to his friends but turns back and says. “And remember, try to talk to the coach introduce you’re self, if you wanna get on the team you gotta make an impression” he waves at me and I salute to him.
I walk towards the school, I mutter under my breath “don’t worry, it’s just high school” I’ll try to survive.

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The Artists
Teen FictionAn Actor, An Actress, A Painter, A Dancer, A Filmmaker, A Singer, A Photographer, A Writer, A Poet, A Rocker, And a Model. these are the members, of the elite club, known as The Artists, they meet once a month at numerous locations to tal...