All I Want

The First Day

"I think today is going to be a great day. Don't you think so to, Braelyn?" Kaye said as she locked the door to her car.

"Not sure. Guess we'll find out." I said bending down to tie my shoe.

"Yeah, but can't you feel it?! Something special is going to happen!"

"Only in your imagination." I laughed and shoved her enough to make her tumble sideways.

"Hey! You're gonna pay for that!" She chased after me.

"Come on slow poke. We're already late." Rushing to the entrance.

The first day of Senior year at highschool and I still have a hard time finding my way around this place. When I first moved here I was a Junior. It was tough trying to fit in with people you've never met before but I got through it and was making friends easily.

Kaye and I have Chemistry together, our last class of the day.

"See you in Chemistry and meet me by the lunchroom!" Kaye said, waving, as she started off to her first class.

"Okay. I will. I always do." I yelled, not sure if she could hear me.

My first class is gym. Everyone who has gym first class has to meet in the gym, where we all get separated by our teacher.

"Everyone! Quiet, please! I know you all must be very excited to see your friends but we're in class now and the first day is crazy. Everyone who is in Ms. Donleys class please sit in the bleachers, on the right. Everyone in Mr. Eriksons class sit in the middle bleachers. The rest of you are in my class, you all can sit to the left. I am Mr. Matthews and we are all excited to have you in class this year." He said, pointing to the bleachers and smiling at the teachers behind him.

I am in Mr. Eriksons class, and I only know four people. I kind of wish I could change my first class because my ex boyfriend is one of the people I know. It's good to see him again but I'd much rather not speak to him.

After the teachers explained the schedule for that week the bell rang. Walking to the door someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to see who it was.

"Hey Braelyn! I'm so glad you're in my class! I thought I was going to have to make new friends this year. Do you remember me? I helped you on your first day at NorthEast High. It's Renee."

"Of course I remember you. How could I forget?" Giving her a hug. "What class do you have next?"

She giggled, "I have pottery next. I better get going anyways, it's all the way on the other side of the building. I'm so glad we get to see each other! See you later Braelyn."

"It's good to see you too."

Lunch is the best part of being at this high school. At my old school the lunchroom was filthy and the food tasted stale. Here, the food was enjoyable and the lunchroom was sanitary. Like I promised I waited by the lunchroom door until I saw Kaye waving to me as she jogged towards me.

"Hey. Whats up?" I said pushing the door open and holding it open for her.

"Tired. My classes are all over the place, I can't wait to sit down and eat. I'm starved."

We both got two slices of pepperoni pizza, a cup of sliced peaches, and a juice. I paid the lunch lady and looked up to find Kaye, she was already walking around looking for a table to sit down at. The cafeteria is so big and there wasn't really anywhere to sit. I follwed Kaye to a table that was in the center of the cafeteria, the table no one wanted to sit at, there was one other person seated. She was a heavyset blonde, her hair was in a pony and she wore a Cross Jeanswear Blouse with different colors of bands wrapped around her left wrist. She didn't look nice at all.

Kaye was the first to speak, "Is anyone sitting here?"

The girl gave Kaye a long stare before answering, "No. Are you two going to sit here?"

"Yeah, there is no where else to sit. You don't mind do you?" Kaye said, kind of annoyed.

"Fine. I don't care. It was getting lonely anyway" the girl said tapping her fork on her plate.

"Thank you." I said, smiling.

"Im Kaye and this is Braelyn. You are?"

"Trista... well is cool talking but im gonna go." She said grabbing her plate and throwing it into the nearest trashcan before tossing her bookbag onto her back and leaving the cafeteria.