junior year

one

   "Luna!" a voice calls out to me. I smile as my best friend, Sydney Walsh, comes racing down the halls.

With her were the rest of our group consisting of Lissa, Marianne, Anabelle and Margaret, who gave me a quick hug and promised to catch up with me. Didn't they know that they wouldn't get tardy's on the first day?

"Hi!" I exclaim, giving her a hug. I take in her appearance with her sun kissed skin and unruly hair. She's dressed in a blue and white striped cardigan with a white button down dress and light brown boots.

"You look amazing!" she tells me, taking in my appearance as well. While she was vacationing in the Bahamas, I spent my time here and there visiting my cousins in New York and my grandparents in Florida. I had on a purple dress, black jacket and boots, which was pretty simple for me if not the first day of school. Which was why I added the accessories.

We exchanged each others schedules, knowing that we still had 10 minutes until we had to head onto class.

"Okay," I said to Sydney. "So you have first period art; Ms.Adams, second period science; Mrs. Lawrence―"

"We have science together!" Sydney exclaimed.

"Third period calculus; Mr. Banks, fourth period music; Mrs. Kroth, fifth period History; Ms. Stanton―"

"Ooh, and history!"

"And sixth period English; Mr. Kenton. Huh, never heard of him. Must be new." I say, eyeing the schedule.

Sydney hands my schedule back to me. "So we have three classes together―History, Science and English.  Fantastic."

I look down at mine to see that I have first period theater, third period geometry, and fourth period spanish. I was so relieved to have theater first in the morning.

I hugged Sydney goodbye and searched the halls to find another   person I was eager to see. Then I quickly decided to just go to class before I was late because I was pretty sure I would need more than 10 minutes to talk to him.

I step into the auditorium since my schedule said we'd be going there instead of the usual classroom. I wove my way through the seats when a voice called out to me.

"Luna."

      My heart stopped at the familiar sound of his voice. I turned my eyes to meet his gaze. Standing there was my boyfriend, his green eyes content and his dimpled smile just how I remembered it.

"Harry."

He reaches out toward me to pull me into an embrace. I sink into him, missing the smell of his hair and his adoring hugs.

I'd barely seen him this whole summer except for the occasional text since we were both traveling a lot in the summer. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.

"You're in theater?"

"Yeah," he said, tracing his finger along my jaw. "Figured I could see you. Plus none of the other electives interested me."

I laughed. "How was y―"

"Get in your seats, class! You may be in the room, but that doesn't mean I won't give you a tardy if you're not sitting down." Mr. Sheen ordered. Harry and I quickly made our way to the seats, sitting hand in hand together.

Theater was great fun and although Mr. Sheen came off as strict during our first encounter, he was actually really fun and carefree. I liked him already.

     The classes went by fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was out of fifth period, with Sydney by my side and off to English.

We came to the classroom, a fairly normal sized one compared to the others. Sydney and I waited by the door and the other students emerged out of the room. We always liked to be the first ones in the class so we could have time to talk. I sat down in the front row with Sydney by me, immediately writing into my planner.

"Early arrivers, I see," I look up to see a fairly young looking man around his twenties with messy brown hair and dark eyes. He came to his desk and set a cup of coffee down. "My favorite."

Sydney's eyes widen and she sends me a mischievous grin. I roll my eyes, not seeing all the hype.

Class started off relatively fine, Mr. Kenton talking about himself and his teaching policies. He was twenty-five so I wasn't far off. So far he was an okay teacher, but I didn't think half the girls were even paying attention to the things he was saying.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Finally. I gathered up all of my stuff and proceeded to walk out the door when Mr. Kenton called me back.

"Luna, can I see you for a second?"

I looked at Sydney and she shrugged. "Text me when you get back." she said.

I made my way back to Mr. Kenton, and all my classmates left the room. Mr. Kenton shut the door, but then, it didn't bother me.

"So," Mr Kenton said, sitting in the seat next to me. "I heard that you're thinking of going to Julliard."

I wondered how he could've possible known that, and then I realized that he had access to my papers and files so of course he'd know.

"Um, yeah. I'd like to major music―the violin."

He smiles. "That's wonderful. I also took the privilege of taking a look at some of your writing for English last year. Your writing's exceptional."

"Oh um, thank you."

"Is that something you'd be interested in majoring in?"

  I'd never really been a big writer, mostly I just wrote from the heart. But since I was young, I'd always been a performer, creating a band with my cousins and writing my own music. One thing led to another, and I was attending musical performance camps almost every summer.

"Not really," I told him. "Like I said, I want to be a musician." I laughed lightly.

He moved his chair closer to mine, and a weird feeling crept over to me. He took my arm, running his thumb over my wrist. I didn't even know what to do because I was so confused, so I just sat there, a stunned look on my face.

"I'll see you tomorrow. I looked forward to more of your amazing writing this year."

He removed his hand and I shot up from my desk. I mumbled a quick thank you and exited his classroom. As I walked out of the building, thoughts kept swirling through my mind.

What was that? Was that intention or was it just a friendly gesture.

        Whatever it was made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I didn't want to feel that again. I rid my head of my thoughts and put what just happened off as nothing. A simple gesture.

My dad's car pulled up, and I put on a smile. I intended to make this year the best one yet.

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