What Happens at FS, Stays at FS

*Sam*

(a/n: all based on true events. each chapter is written by who's name is the name of the chapter)

August 24th, 2017 - First Day of Freshman Year

"You got this...it's just a school nothing to worry about...right?" I think as I'm walking into my new school with a stress ball in one hand and my bag in the other, feeling my heart beat like a rabbit's as I walk into the double doors of the military school. I get my locker and schedule and head to morning formation, to hear what all of the teachers had to say.

**Later that day**

It is now 5th period and I walk in. The classroom was huge along with the number of people that it held. I find a seat and get my Chromebook out, opening the class agenda as the teacher walks in.

"Hello, class. Welcome to your ELA and Civics class. I am Mr. Peluso and that fine lady there is Mrs. Stark. The first thing I would want you to do right now is to open a new Google Doc and name it as "Weekly Agency Journal"." He said, writing on the board. I open my document and start doing the journal that was shown upon the board.

"For your first project, you will be choosing a candidate from your table to run for the class president. But before we start, we will do our knows and need to knows so we have a general idea on what we are doing in this project. The document will be in your agenda along with the entry document. Read it with your group and come up with a list of what you know and what you need to know based on the entry doc. You have 10 minutes to discuss." He said as he let us go.

"Okay guys, what do you see?" I asked my group.

"I see that we will be choosing a candidate for the table." a kid named Julien said.

"Okay, anything else?" I ask, looking through the document.

"Yeah, we will be working with each other and each of us will choose a subtopic to research." another kid named Cameron said, as he typed it into his computer.

"Okay and I notice that we will create a website from google to advertise this person that we choose," I say, typing it into my computer. "Now need to knows," I say.

"When is it due?" a kid named Kenny said as we continued on with the document.

**A few months later**

"No that isn't right!" I said clearly annoyed.

"We aren't doing that, Sam," Kenny said back also annoyed.

"Ugh, I can't deal with this anymore. I already have a bad grade in this class and this is making it worse." I say as I get Mr. Peluso over.

"May I switch my seat?" I pleadingly asked. He looked around the room as he noticed a seat next to another girl across the room, deep into her computer. She had dark maroon coloured hair along with blue eyes.

"There, next to Fitzgerald." He pointed out as I got up from my seat.

Nervous, I walked over and plopped my stuff down on the table, sitting there. I get on my computer and glance over to her computer, curious about why she's so deeply involved into her computer. I notice that she's switching back and forth between what seems to be the Titanic transcript and Gmail, copying and pasting the lines down to a friend. Not thinking, I open my mouth.

"Hey... are you reciting Titanic?" I ask. She looks over at me and smiles.

"Yup!" She giggled.

"Oh my god, I love that movie! It's one of my favorite movies!" I say in cheer.

"Really? Saaame!" She said.