Unwritten

Life Starts Now

Starting high school for me was like being given the chance to start over again. I could start with a new style, new friends, and a brand new reputation. There was no more shy middle school girl left within me. Adrianna made sure of that.

I walked into the school with my cappuccino and a Big N’ Toasty from Dunkin Donuts. Taylor High School was smaller than The Academy. There were only about 500 students total. I walked to the bulletin board where all the announcements were posted. I looked at the several sheets of paper looking for which advisory I would be in this year.

I was assigned to room 201 with Mr. Fitz. I looked down the rest of the list trying to find Marcus’ name. It was a little difficult because the names were in alphabetical order by last name and room number and on the sheet of paper there were three people named Marcus; but none of them were in my advisory. I sighed and turned around only to find my Marcus standing behind me.

“Morning sunshine,” he said smiling. Pushing my long, golden brown hair back I smiled back and gave him a good morning hug.

“So who’s advisory are you in?”

“Mr. Fitz’.”

“Oh. Well it looks like we’ll be like neighbors then.”

I came up from the hug and looked at the list again. “What do you mean?”

“My advisory is right across the hall from yours.”

I looked at the paper in disbelief. There was his name, Marcus Giblin in room 203.

“That’s cool,” I said with a little excitement in my voice. “I guess I’ll see you every day now.”

“Of course we will. I would probably have seen you anyway. This school is not that big. I t wouldn’t be hard to find anybody if they’re here.” We started walking to the stairwell. The way the rooms were ordered was by floor number. Our advisories were 201 and 203 so both would be on the second floor. Since the school was small we only had two floors that would stretch around in a circle. In the center of the school was a small open field that we used for gym if the weather outside was nice enough.

We took ten minutes getting to our advisory. I wanted to finish my drink and sandwich before I got to class. For a minute we just stood outside of my advisory just talking. Then the bell rang.

“Bye,” I said waving at him as I walked into my class.

My class only had about twenty people in it.

“Good morning,” said Mr. Fitz. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Hi. I’m Ariel Jennings.”

“Ah. Here you are. Go ahead and sit anywhere you like.”

“Okay. Thanks.” I sat at the second desk in the fourth row. The girl who was sitting in front of me turned around.

“Hey Ariel,” she said. “I like your hair

. It’s really long.”

I laughed. “That was random but thanks.”

“No problem. I’m Jennifer but you can call me Jen.”

“Okay. I’m Ariel. I don’t really have anything else you can call me though.

“That’s okay. I’ll think of one for you then.” She giggled.

“Good morning class,” Mr. Fitz started speaking to us. “My name is Mr. Fitz and I will be your advisor for the year.” He then went on to talk about some of the policies of the school. It wasn’t a lot and it seemed that the teachers here really trusted us not to do anything horribly stupid. But knowing how people acted sometimes, there was no guarantee of that promise being kept.