I was frantically searching the map I had printed out and studied at home for hours to try and figure out my way around this new school. I just couldn't connect the corners of the hallways on the map to the corners of the hallways in the actual school. I am doomed.
Why did I even agree to let my mom relocate my entire life? I mean, okay, a new job, more money, and most importantly, I could get away from my old reputation. I had always been the girl to hide away in the shadows. The only time I ever expressed myself was when I was in the auditorium of my school and I was performing on stage. Drama club had always been the most important thing in the world to me, no matter what people said, but the second I left the auditorium, I lost my voice. Not literally, of course, but I wasn't very sociable. This school was my chance to turn all of that around. I could become the outgoing drama geek, and as stupid as that sounds, it's who I want to be.
I was still staring at my map, trying to get my sense of direction, when I bumped into something. I looked up from my map and staring down at me were a pair of crystal clear blue eyes, which were partially covered by his light brown hair. He was about a head taller than me, and he had astonishing features. I saw writing on his shirt that identified him as the hall monitor. He must have been a senior because only seniors are hall monitors.
"Are you lost?" He asked, with an extreme kindness in his voice.
"Y-Yeah," I stuttered, lost in his eyes.
"Where are you headed?" He egged on, looking at your map.
I was still lost in a daze, until he looked back at me, and I was brought back to reality. "Uh... yeah, I'm going to uh, room 11a, I think..."
"Room 11a? I'm heading right next door. You must be in 11th grade to be with Mrs. Bueller, am I right?" He asked.
"W-what? Oh yeah, uh 11th grade, yeah. What about you?" I questioned.
"I'm in 12th. My name is Calum Anderson, you?"
"Oh my name is Ciara Sterling, nice to meet you." I told him.
"Nice to meet you, too! Oh, here we are, room 11a." He said.
"Thank you so much, you've been such a great help." I chirped, as I walked towards the door.
"I'll see you around, Ciara," he said, as he waved goodbye.
I waved back, thinking that I would never see him again because, well, we were in completely different grades, it's not like we would see each other in class.
But I couldn't have been more wrong.
