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"(Y/N)! Get your butt down here! Mom says I have to drive you to school!"
"Oh, Gimme a minute, Amber! I'm almost done!"
"Fine! I'm gonna start the car! If you're not in the car in 3 minutes, I'm leaving without you!"
This was our relationship. My sister would refuse to come upstairs to talk to me and I would refuse to walk downstairs to talk to her. So we yelled at each other so we could hear. I don't understand why she doesn't call me. She's on her phone all the time anyway. I haven't been to school in 2 years. Well, a proper school. I had been homeschooled the past 2 years of my life. I guess my mom wanted me to have some social interaction so she's sending me to a proper school my freshman year. I was excited, don't get me wrong, but I hadn't seen a lot of people my age since 6th grade. I wasn't very social, seeing as I spent a lot of my time online, playing video games. I had a lot of friends there but I didn't know any of them in the real world. So she's sending me to Phoenix Drop High. I was glad to be going there. I had heard of PDH, but there wasn't much about it that made it special. It was just a good school, as far as academics go. At least my mom didn't make me apply to Ohkasis Prep. Like hell I would ever go there. It's all a bunch of preppy rich kids.
I looked at the clock on my phone. Crap, Amber might leave soon. I grabbed all of my stuff, backpack, papers, pencils, books, my phone, and headphones, and ran out the door, hugging my mom goodbye on the way out. I jumped into Amber's car and she proceeded to give me a death hug.
"Oh! My little sister is on to her first day in high school!!" she squealed. I swear this girl is gonna kill me.
"Amber...please...can't...breathe..." I choked out.
"Oh, sorry. Just excited that my little sis is going to my old high school!"
"Amber, you graduated last year. That's not really an 'old school'"
"I know. But still, aren't you excited?"
"Yeah, I am. But you seem more excited than I am!" I laughed a little. She was acting like she was starting her first day of high school, not me.
We continued our conversation like this for a while, sometimes changing the subject from school to summer, future trips, Amber's new boyfriend, funny things mom and dad have done. Funny, this morning, she was yelling at me to get my butt moving. Now, she's talking like we've never had a fight before in our lives.
We pulled up to PDH. I grabbed my stuff and said goodbye to my sister. I walked into what looked like a front yard area, but without the yard. It was a big concrete area with a fountain in the middle and students in groups everywhere! I made my way over to the fountain because it was the first thing that caught my eye. The water was crystal clear and sparkling; in other words, absolutely gorgeous. I sat down and got my phone out of my bag. I saw I had a text from Pip. Pip is my best friend. We met online so I'm not even sure if Pip is their real name. I probably won't ever meet them in real life, but at least I didn't look totally alone. I hope I looked as though I was texting a friend who was on their way here. I finished typing in and sending the "hello" text when the bell rang. I gathered my stuff, kept my phone out, and headed inside. The first thing I saw was a large front room with a dozen of students in it, lined up for three different tables. Luckily, I already had the stuff I needed because my mom requested everything to be mailed to us. I got out the packet and took out my schedule and the map. First period, Homeroom, Room 202. I checked the map and it seemed close by if I don't get lost.
Time Skip =3
The warning bell had just rung. Crap! I have 5 minutes to get to class and I have no clue where I am. I checked the map but I couldn't pinpoint my location. Damn it. I slid to the floor, feeling completely defeated. I stayed in silence until I heard a voice talking to me.
"You ok?" It sounded male, maybe a year or two older than me.
"Ugh, no. I'm totally lost and can't figure out where I am."
"Where's your homeroom?"
"Room 202..."
"Here, I'll take you there." He extended a hand to me. I looked up to become eye to eye with a blonde haired, blue eyed dude smiling at me with his hand outstretched to me. I took his hand and he hoisted me up.
"Thanks a lot. I didn't plan on being late my first day. What's your name, anyway?" I said, brushing myself off.
"It's Garroth. You know, a lot of girls start stuttering when they're around me." He said, flashing a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes.
"I wonder why," I said, jokingly annoyed. I couldn't be rude to him. He's helping me get to my class after all.
"Heh, It's nice to have at least one person not swooning over me. It gets pretty annoying. I have a personality you know, I'm not just a pretty face." I sighed in relief. Thank god. This guy wasn't totally self-centered. I couldn't stand egotistical guys.
"Needed to rant, huh?"
"I've been needed to rant since I came here."
"But it's only the first day of school," We were almost at my homeroom.
"Oh, I never told you. I'm a sophomore here. I know, I look pretty young. But I promise I'm a sophomore."
"I believe you. Anyway, I think this is the room. Thanks for walking me here."
"It's no problem. Hey, at the club social, try and find me. I'll be by the baseball table. We can keep talking then!"
"Ok! See you there!"
We waved goodbye and I took my seat as the final bell rang. Our teacher started off class by taking roll and giving out a few announcements. Then, we were free to socialize. I was in front of a very pretty girl with dark hair and amber eyes. I gained my confidence, then turned around to talk to her.
"Hi! My name is (Y/N)! What's your's?" Oh, my Irene what am I doing?
"Hi (Y/N)! I'm Aphmau! And this is Travis." She responded. Thank god, she was nice.
"H-h-hi (Y/N). I-i-it's nice t-to meet y-you." Travis stuttered.
"Are you ok, Travis? You seem nervous."
"N-no! I'm ok. Just didn't think a p-pretty girl like you would ever talk to me. " Ok, now I'm blushing. And Aphmau seemed to notice.
"It's ok, (Y/N). Travis just has a habit of saying what's on his mind when he's nervous." This calmed me down. But now Travis was blushing. Cute.
"You're fine, Travis. I'm sure we can all be friends!"
"Y-yeah!" He said.
"Alright, class!" the teacher was talking again, "it's time to head to the club social. Now is your time to meet some of the upper-classmen and get to know each other. Let's go." He started walking out the door with all of us trailing behind him. Travis, Aph, and I stuck together. I'm sure this won't be so bad.