Brayden's POV
Grant High School: certainly less prestige than Pearson, but I suppose the plot will be more entertaining. I'm already shorter than most my age, but last year I was among the eldest in my school, so I still stood above the others. Here, I'm a daisy in a forest of trees. I wonder if my entire experience will solely be covered by the shadows of those larger than me. I do hope regular days are less crowded than today, because otherwise I fear that prediction will be true. I enter the foyer of the high school where those who know what they're doing dawdle to their homerooms, while the other freshmen gaze around, lost.
From behind me, I hear footsteps charging, and soon Linny pops up beside me with a grin.
"Hey!" she squeaks.
"Hello," I respond.
A second later, Kelsey appears on my other side, exclaiming, "So high school. How we feeling? Excited? Already dreading it?"
"I haven't assigned emotions to my day yet," I reply. "I haven't found time to do that while creating a day planner of every assignment for the entire year."
I hold up the coiled book and flip through the pages, while Linny leans over to look curiously.
"How did you find out all the assignments this far in advance?" she questions.
"If you're persistent enough with your emails, you eventually get answers."
"Hmm. Remind me to come to you before every test," she says.
The flow of traffic around us begins to swirl as people stop conversing and head for class.
"Time for our first homeroom of the year," Kelsey announces. "I hope she's nice."
Linny furrows her brows at that. "I thought our TA was a man."
"Evelyn Hanna?" Kelsey responds.
Linny's eyes spring wide as a realization hits her, and my stomach sinks as I come to the same conclusion.
"Mine is Tanner Nolan," Linny says.
"I have Micheline Portillo," I state.
"We're not in the same homeroom?" Kelsey says in shock.
All three of us stand in silence for a moment, our yearly plans already derailed. I feel foolish. I presumed we would be in the same homeroom, since it's been that way for years. This is the one event I didn't plan for.
"Well, that's alright," I say, trying to think positively. "You all have English first, right?"
Linny shakes her head. "I have art."
"Math," says Kelsey.
My friends' spooked faces remain speechless. It's becoming transparent that this truly isn't middle school anymore.
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Andi's POV
The prescription and vitamin bottles create a sort of orange-tinted, muted rainbow in the kitchen cabinet. It's been three months since I was diagnosed with M.S., and since then I've been seeing my doctor much more frequently than in the past. Although I know this is real, it sort of feels like when Hazel was little and she would play doctor with me as her patient. It feels like a routine we play for entertainment, not a routine to keep me walking.
"Hey," my wife says as she comes into the kitchen.
She smiles as she leans against the counter next to me, her hair flowing over her shoulders like honey. It drips down on her lime green top, one with little flowers embroidered on the front.
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