Crushed

Freshman

It is in fact that bad. The halls are crowded, they smell like no one understands or knows what deodorant is. News flash, AXE on top of must, is just musty AXE guys! Everyone is pushing each other in rushes to get to class, people standing in the middle of the hall blocking the way. Attitudes? YES! Manners? NO! Its just the first day ya know! Everyone is just getting adjusted and excited to see their friends, it should calm down after a week. My school is three stories and in the shape of a square. My brick prison for the next four years. I don't know how I'm supposed to act. How other people are going to act. It is so many more people here than it was in middle school. I think I have already decided I am going to hate this. Its just the way its gonna have to be. I just saw a kid spit his gum on the floor?? Yeah, I can not do this. Everyone says " These four years are going to fly by and you will miss being in high school", Um yea no. Please fly by, I do not think High School will be my peak. 

My first class in English. Okay, I like English. Now I just have to find it and I pray in my head "please don't be on the third floor!". Three flights of steps every morning? What am I an athlete? Technically yes but that is not the point! I look at my little white schedule and see 3226. I sigh, look at it again and sigh even louder. It has a three in front so that means the third floor. As I start my 40 year journey up the evil, steep, stupid steps I slip into my own world trying to prepare my self  for class.

"What if I don't know anyone in class? What if I do know people in class but they do not want to talk to me? What if its a class full of people I can not stand, oh God! Please don't let one of the "popular" kids be in here. I hope my teacher is nice. I can do this, I can be social and make friends! There is nothing to worry abo-

I am quite literally knocked out of my thoughts when a tall dark skin boy with kind eyes bumps into me in a rush down the steps. I just stare at him as he calls out a "Sorry my bad" on his way down. I stand at the top of the steps having made it to the third floor and just take a minute to think about the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life! 

"Am I in love!? I wonder what grade he is in. He looked like a grown man?! Grown men go here!?!?! I wonder if he would want to be friends with me. Its my first day and I already have a crush on some nameless boy I do not even know. Great, Jasmin, amazing.

I find my class and I sit in a seat that is near the front off to the side. I know some of the kids in here but I never really talked to them. I just sit in my seat and wait for class to start. I think everyone is here already. The minute bell rings and everyone else starts to take their seats, the conversations winding down. I hope someone I like comes in. God must be listening to me today because Danny walks in! She is a fair skinned girl, she has a lip ring(fake) light eyeliner around her eyes, nails painted black, wearing all black jeans and a Five seconds of summer shirt. Her curly hair (currently dyed blue halfway down, she is going through her emo phase right now) is in two space buns on top of her head. She finds my eyes and breaks out into a smile and rushes over to me. 

"Thank God You're in this class cause its all lame bitches in here" She says with a smile, her braces still on, I  wonder when she's going to get them off.

"She's talking to me! She still wants to be my friend", I think to myself. I can not but help to smile when I respond

" I know right! Class should be fun with you here!" She nods her head in agreement and sits near me and the bell rings before we really get to catch up. We just do ice breaker stuff and our teacher is pretty nice, she keeps talking about her dog so I guess that's what were going to hear about most of the year. I decide that I like my English class and hope I like my next class when the bell rings signaling us to move on to next period. 

That thing about liking my next class? I can forget about that. My Science teacher, Mrs. Taffy ( also on the third floor) is a witch. I'm sure of it. She has long thin hair, thin glasses a creepy smile and is shaped like a pear and has tiny ankles. She tells us right away that this is not going to be easy and we have to work hard if we want to pass her class. Then proceeds to tell us about her time in the army and how she blah blah blah. I do not care about that because I am looking at all the objectives we are doing today! On the first day! She is making us do actual work?! How could she! I had my " What did you do this summer " essay ready. I am seated in the back so cheating off the girl next to me should be fairly easy. When is lunch? Who am I going to sit by?  These are more important questions right now than whatever the scientific method is!! I have math next and I don't even like math but anything would be better than being in this cold science room.