The Plan Gone Wrong

Chapter 1

It's early September morning. The sun is shining through my window and warmth fills me up. I made it. I actually made it to my senior year of high school.

Last year was rough. Night after night of nonstop studying. Anxiety levels going above average and tears streaming down my face at six in the morning from being overworked, but this year, I plan on having a low key, chill time.

Somehow throughout the crazed past year, I was miraculously elected student government president, chair member of grad council and got all the courses I wanted. But that means a busy year for me.

I would be coordinating all the planning for the main school events like the winter formal, the senior sail and a bunch of other big events. Even though this will be a lot to take on, I'll find a way to manage. I always do.

After getting ready for my day, I go downstairs to eats some breakfast before heading to school. As per usual, my mother has a delicious variety of foods laid out on the table amongst us. I grab some waffles and an egg, quickly munching away so that I am able to be driven to school on time.

Once I'm done, I kiss my mother goodbye and head to the car.

I seat myself on the passengers side waiting for my brother and see him coming out the door less than a minute later.

"El, how's it feel to be starting your last year of high school?" Ethan questions. Omg. This is actually happening.

"To be honest, a little nerve racking. I've got goosebumps everywhere just thinking about it," I explain to him.

"There's no need to worry. Just have fun! And remember, anyone tries messing around with you, I'm only a phone call and a five minute drive away," he smiles, starting the car.

We arrive in a few minutes later to the building that I've basically lived in for almost five years of my life. As always, it hasn't changed much other than the vines that have lingered their way up the walls of the school, but other than that, nada.

"I'm getting my schedule today and I'll probably be off early so I'll text you when I'm done," I inform Ethan, just as I'm about to step out of the car.

He waves goodbye and I pace toward the entrance, entering the school.

I have a few minutes before homeroom starts and I still have no idea where I'm supposed to go, so I quickly run to the wall where a list of the rooms have been posted.

Ugh! The weight room! Are you serious right now! Dreading the walk, I head towards the stairs before hearing someone's voice.

"Ella! Hold up a sec!" Someone exclaims from behind me.

I slowly turn around, expecting to see the only person who would take the time to run after me. The one and only Joey aka my best friend since—well forever.

We run towards each other, and I am met with her embrace. We literally saw each other less than three days ago and by the way we're hugging, it seems like we haven't seen each other in years.

"So, where's your homeroom this year?" She questions.

"The freaking weight room. What about you?" I retort her question.

"The drama room I think," she replies in an unsure tone.

Being in grade 12, all of our homerooms are located on the first floor which is the most inconvenient thing possible since I know my first class on both day 1 and 2 won't be on the first floor.

As she answers, the bell rings, indicating that it is time to get to homeroom.

"Shit, well I don't want to be late, so we should start to head down," I exclaim.

We bid farewell before shortly parting, making our way to our classroom.

After getting seated, my teacher gives the class a small debrief, handing everyone a physical sheet with their schedule for the year. I don't know how, but I got all the classes I wanted. The odds seem to be in my favor this year. Bless. I won't have to get course changes.

"Can Isabella Carisdale please come down to the office. Isabella Carisdale, please come down to the office. Thank you," I hear the secretary announce from the PA. When I look up, everyone is turned in my direction, making heat raise to my cheeks. Well this just got awkward.

I eye my teacher for the okay to leave and he nods, excusing me from the classroom.

I quickly head upstairs towards the office and spot the principle waving at me.

When I'm inside the small space, he approaches me and that's when I notice a tall, golden blonde haired guy that looks around my age is standing next to him.

The principal and I know each other quite well since I've done a lot of volunteering and planning of events for the school. Since I'm president this year for student government, he formally met me for the first time after I won the elections last year.

"Hello Isabella. It's so nice to see you! How has your summer been?" He questions. I put on a wide smile and answer in a cheerful tone.

"It was amazing. I travelled a bit with my family and got to meet a lot of new people," I smile, recalling the memories.

"That's great to hear!" He comments, smiling back.

"So you must be wondering why you got called down to the office," he states the obvious. I nod, letting him know to continue.

"Well our school district as you might already know is involved with the international student program where students from different countries come and stay for a certain period of time and learn through our school system rather than their own." And this concerns me, why?

"To get straight to the point, our school district has expanded the program, allowing students from some European countries to attend school in our district. So far, we've had a pretty great turnout, but specifically at our school, we only have five students. One of them is here today while the other four will be arriving in term two which comes to what I would like to ask you." I hope it's nothing bad.

"I know you've gotten involved with many school activities, councils, clubs and teams as well as having a great academic and attendance record. I think you would be the best candidate to help this student get a feel of our school environment and he also happens to be in the majority of your classes. Would you be okay with showing him around and helping him get involved with everything, including letting him come with you to different events and activities throughout the school year?" It's nice to know that people appreciate my involvement with school and notice my academic achievements. I've worked day and night to get to where I am and the fact that the principal recognizes this makes me thrilled.

"Of course I'll do it. I also happen to have two free blocks this year so I'll be able to use that time to show him around and let him get a feel of our school," I reply happily.

"Thank you so much. Now for your introduction—this is William Villa and he'll be here for the year. William, this is Isabella Carisdale." We both give each other an awkward smile and look back at the principle.

"I'll be heading out now, but why don't you two get acquainted with one another," he beams excitedly. We both nod as he turns around to leave and we walk out of the office into the empty foyer.

"By the way, you can just call me Ella. It's nice to meet you," I say, reaching out to shake his hand.

"I wouldn't exactly say the same—Ellie," he hollers rudely. He has a pretty mellow accent, but that's not what I'm focused on. First, he ignores my greeting by not shaking my hand and then has the audacity to tell me off. I think not.

"Let me paint a clear picture for you. I'm going out of my way to help you, so don't start by getting on my bad side. Alright Willy Wonka," I grumble, sending daggers with my glare. What a great start.

Just by the looks of this introduction, I can already tell that this is a mistake and I'm in for a long year.

***
So this is a really random story that popped into my head awhile ago and since I clearly can't think of how I'm going to write the next chapter of MSFY, I decided to just start a new story. So what are your thoughts on this first chapter?
Anyway if you could, please
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