Sincerely, The Hippie.

T W O

I stared up at the building that towered over me. It was beige colored, with shiny windows and had an entrance with glass doors that I dreaded to push.

The schools name, Vienna High hung on top of the entrance.

Students filtered in and out of the school, people parking their cars in the crowded parking lot and others searching for friends and huddling into groups. The girls hugged and let out fierce squeals, as if they were thirty, - haven't seen each other in years and it was their high school reunion. The guys simply fist pumped and gave each other 'Sup,' nods.

It was a beautiful, bright day. A soft breeze blowing now and then, but the summer weather still lingered.

The weather was the total opposite of what I was feeling. Although I'd like to smile and say I wasn't nervous and dreadful, it just wouldn't do my feelings just.

You see, there are three types of students in this world.

The people who hated the first day of school, who couldn't let go of their vacations, or the memories they created in it. The kind who hated coming back to school, to all the homework and all the stressful work from the first exact moment they step into the school. This group mostly contained the rebels, the people who purely hated school or the wannabe dropouts.

Then, there was type 2.

The Neutrals.

The type of people who liked coming back to school on the first day and then hated it for the the rest of the year. The kind of people who loved coming back to the accompany of their friends and to narrate all these exciting stories that occurred during the two months. or those who didn't have anything interesting happen to them, but loved hearing others stories and just catching up. They feel neutral about school, and don't love or hate it.

Then, there was group three. Containing mostly nerds, or those who didn't mind studying and enjoyed school better than home. School brought them happiness, they could use their smartness and be praised, make their parents proud, bragging about their beloved straight line of A's on their result and only talk about chemistry to their fellow competitive nerdy friends.

I, personally, am a Neutral.

Simply because I like to make the best out of things. But right now, I'm really debating whether to ditch the Neutrals and joining group 1, The Despisers, simply because things were different than before summer break.

I glare darkly at the school.

The solemn reason we moved is because my Dad's company needed a second branch, and his partners decided California was the best choice at the moment, So it only made sense that we had to move to California.

That, and because everyone kept asking me about the surf team and what happened, why I stopped, yadda yadda yadda, -and it really does get annoying after three months. But that's another story.

So along with leaving Florida, came leaving the people in it. Sure, I miss my friends, a lot, to be honest. I'm pretty sure I will be visiting Florida as much as I can, it's my home. The people in it, made it home. Although I hate the surfing drama that won't end, I'd rather deal with everyone pressurizing me than leave my loved ones and the best environment I think there is.

But I had to do what I had to do. I sucked it up and did it because my Dad was really pumped up about the companies success, and I wasn't going to ruin his happiness.

On the bright side, at least I know two people here. They were more than just friends. They were my cousins, family.

-I reach out to grab my phone from my pocket to text one of the said people, but a loud shriek behind me made me jump, almost dropping my phone, thankfully, I catch in time.