Where it all started

The First Day

"Hi, my name is Aliya, and I'm 15 years old. I've been to many different places in North America, only because of my dad. His job allows him to travel to any place he'd like. Well, at least that's what he told my brother and I. My brother is 8, and he loves to play video games, but I don't understand why. Maybe it's becaus-,"

" That's enough Aliya, we've enjoyed your speech, but now it's time for us to continue our curriculum." said Mrs. Longand.

I walked to my desk then I sat down. I couldn't stop thinking about how embarrassing that was. She called me out in front of like, 17 kids. Wow, what a great first impression. I put my head down, I could feel my self drifting off to sleep, but then, there it was. " DINGGGG , " the bell rung. All of the students jumped up awfully fast, so I did the same. At my old school, we had to wait until the teacher dismissed us in order for us to leave. Maybe it was just Mrs. Longand's class.

As I was walking down the hallways, I couldn't help but think that this school is so.... weird. Everything is different, It's much more diverse. I come from a mostly white school. * BOOM *, " Hey, watch it. " said a girl wearing a blue shirt, with something around her neck, with ripped jeans on, and these really cool colorful shoes. Btdubs, her hair was in two ponytails.

" Oh Jesus, I am so sorry. I didn't see you, " I said.

" Yeah, obviously not, " said the girl. She rolled her eyes and started to walk away, but she seemed cool.

" Hey, what's your name? " I asked.

" Why does it matter, this is the first and last time we'll ever communicate... weirdo" she said.

First, I get embarrassed by the teacher, then I get called a weirdo. What am I doing wrong I thought to myself. Suddenly as I was walking, this girl caught my eye. She was the sexiest female I've ever seen. She had curly hair, brown skin, and was dressed like a boy. I sensed that she was gay. I wanted to walk over there & talk to her, but I didn't know if I should. What would I say? I don't even know if I like girls. Hopefully she'll notice me, and decide to come talk to me. But then I thought, what is so different about me than the rest of these girls. I mean, with a face like that, she probably already has a girlfriend.

When I was standing in the lunch line, I felt something touch my pocket. It was the same girl from before. I had got instant goose bumps.

" Wassup shorty, can you pass me a orange? " she asked.

" Yeah sure... here you go...," I said.

I turned around and we made eye contact. Her eyes were so pretty, they were hazel... I stood there for a good 30 seconds admiring how fine she was.

" Girl.... ummm... yo? " she said.

" Uhhh yes? Oh shit, I'm sorry. Here you go," I said.

" Yeahhh okay.., " she said as she walked away.

I reached in my pocket & felt a small piece of paper. I pulled it out and opened it, it said, " 757-555-8970, Jazz, " her name was Jazz...