The Dream- Ricky Bowen (hsmtmts)

Chapter three- 🦋Start of something new🦋

I woke up early in the morning and got dressed and did my hair. I put on a little bit of make up grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

(Outfit, hair, makeup, bag)
I was waiting on the porch for Big Red come out because he, Ricky, and I were walking to school together. I heard the sound of a skateboard coming down the street. I saw Ricky and waved, he waved back and walked up onto the porch. " where's Red?" He asked. Hi to you to Ricky. "He's still getting ready but he'll be right out." I say. Ricky sits down on one of the steps in front of me. We don't talk, all that there is is awkward silence. He start drumming on his skateboard loudly and I roll my eyes. A few minutes go by and big red comes outside. Finally. But I notice that he too was holding his skateboard decked out in protective gear. Well great both of them know how to skate and are going to skate to school. Ricky turns to me. "Where's your skateboard?" He asks. I laugh a little than realize he's not joking. "Oh um, I don't-" "she doesn't know how to skateboard" big red cuts me off. Ricky looks at me and I smile. "Well than I'm going to have to teach you sometime." He says. Like that's gonna happen. The boys start skating to school and I walk behind them trying to keep up.

As we reach the school the boys almost run over a teacher. "Sorry" they say. " It's ok" she says. I smile at her and start walking when I run into someone. "I'm so sorry" I say. " it's alright, are you ok?" She asks. I nod. "I love your outfit, where did you get it?" She asks I smile and tell her where I got it from. " I'm Ally, what's your name?" I say. She smiles and says " Cleo" " nice to meet you, what year are you?" I ask. "Junior are you a junior too?" She reply's. I shake my head " no I'm a sophomore, but my cousin is." We talk for a while before an announcement comes over the PA. " Good morning staff and students of east high and welcome back. We will have our annual welcome ceremony for everyone to attend in just 10 minutes." I grab my school schedule and say goodbye to Cleo. As I walked towards the gym I see none other than Ricky Bowen and my cousin in a heated conversation with who I am guessing is Nini. As I walk past big red gives me a look as if he was saying help me. I ignore it and laugh a little as I walk away.

The assembly was normal, what you would expect from a high school assembly. Turns out that the teacher Ricky and big red almost ran over and killed this morning was the new drama teacher, Ms. Jenn. Is Jenn her last name, who knows. Also the school is doing a production of the Disney classic High School Musical. Ngl I'm considering signing up for crew, seems fun. On another note, Ricky and Nini are officially broken up, and she got over him quick because she is currently in the arms of EJ Caswell who according to big red is very popular. By the look on Rickys face, he's not happy about this at all. Before I could say anything Ricky stood up and stormed off out of the cafeteria. I let out a sigh and Big Red and I follow him. Just as I'm about to exit the caf I run into Cleo. "Hey!" I say. "Oh my god Ally, hey. Wanna eat lunch together?" She says. "I can't but maybe tomorrow." I reply. "Wait, slow your roll, what class do you have next? Your new right so I could help you find it." She says. "Ok, it's um... science with Mr. Maz- Maz-"  I sag struggling to pronounce the name on my sheet "mazzara. He's on the second floor I'll show you." She says. I wanted to help Ricky but by the looks of it, Big Reds got it under control. She walked me over to the main staircase bringing me up them. " so are you going to sign up for the musical?" She asked. I could tell that Cleo was asking because she wanted to. "Um.. I don't know. I'm not into acting, My singing voice could kill a cat, but I can dance." I responded. It was true, I had been taking dance classes from the ripe old age of four. They only stopped once high school started. My mom felt like it was too much stuff to juggle at once so I only went on weekends. But soon weekends turned into Sunday afternoons only, and that turned into almost never. Of course when I got the news that I was moving to Utah the dance classes kind of stopped all together. "You should be a choreographer, my best friend Carlos is one. I'm sure he could get you in a good word with ms. Jenn." I smiled at Cleo's remarks. Choreography could be fun. "This is your stop" she said pointing to a door that had a sign that said 'science' on it. I thanked the brown haired girl and watched as she descended down the hall and back down the stairs. The warning bell rang and the halls started flooding. I waited for the teacher to unlock the classroom door and made my way inside.