A Loud & Quiet Type of Love

Chapter 1: What A Great Day.

"I don't need the whole world to love me. I just need one person."

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"Hi, um, do you know where room 1123 is?" I asked a tall teacher.

"You go downstairs through those stairs," He pointed to the stairwell across us, "And turn left. The room will be on your right side."

"Okay. Thank you!"

"No problem," He replied.

It's the first day of my senior year. So far, it has been awful.

I was late, went to the wrong classroom for first period, and got lost while looking for my 4th period class- just now.

Trust me, I am usually a great student and always on time. In addition, I have the whole school building memorized.

Well, correction, I had the whole school building memorized. It seems in the summer our school went under renovation.

Which apparently also means that they had to 'fix' the room numbers. Whatever that's supposed to mean. If you ask me, all they did was make the place a whole lot more confusing.

To put it simply, I feel like I'm in my freshman year all over again.

Ding, ding. Ding, ding.

I let out a sigh of relief as I reached the classroom right on time.

I scanned the room for anyone I'm remotely close with.

Nope, nobody.

Disappointed, I slip into the nearest seat.

"Hello Everyone! My name is Mrs. Melly and I will be your Healthcare Science teacher!" Mrs. Melly waits for some sort of reaction as she finishes her introduction.

Just go on. No one is gonna say anything.

I guess she got the message since no one even blinked an eye at her.

Mrs. Melly continued, "I am fine with your current seating arrangement as long as you guys don't get too fired up," I instantly saw a few bodies relax as she let her statement out.

Well, at least someone has friends.

"I'll start up roll in a bit. Until then, you can talk among yourselves," Mrs. Melly says as she headed back to her desk.

Weird, usually teachers would threaten to chop our tongues off if we try to even a make a squeak.

The girl beside me turned to me, "Hi," she greeted.

I smiled at her and greeted back, "Hi! I'm Juliette Joy Halls, you can call me Joy!"

"Nice to meet you Joy! My name is Daisy Stoles,"

"What year are you in?"

"I'm a junior. You?"

"Senior. Do you have an Instagram?" Daisy nodded a yes.

I pull out an index card from my pencil pouch. I then folded the card and ripped it in half.

"Here," I gave her a half, "Write down your account on there and I'll give you mine. I think we'll need to stay in touch throughout the year. Since, you know, we're gonna be partners for a long time,"

"Good idea!" she exclaimed as she writes on the piece of card.

I do the same and soon we exchange our cards. We agree to add each other as soon as we both get time.