Chapter One

I've never been in public school. I was in kindergarten for a couple of months, before having to quit due to being allergic to the shots required. I grew up missing public school, social life, and tons of fabulous best friends. Most of all, believe it for not, I missed grades. Being homeschooled, I never got a grade sheet telling how I'm doing in a class. If I need to do better or not. I've always felt like I needed that, if I'm doing bad in a subject I will strive to do better. I starting mentioning public High School to my parents around my thirteenth birthday. They brushed it off for the longest time. Then, around my fourteenth birthday, I kept asking about it over and over. They decided it would be a good idea for me to try it out. That's when it all started. I left for a mission trip with my youth group, and we were going to Indianapolis for a week. When I returned, I was picked up by my mother and father. They seemed happy when they showed up together. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see them together. They broke the news to my brother, LJ and I. Mom had moved out, and they were getting a divorce. I remember that car trip like it was yesterday. It took the life out of me. I cried all the way home ignoring any questions coming from them. They asked "Where do you want to live?" and "Who do you want to stay with?" It killed me inside. When we left, the whole family was happy. My parents never really argued. I had absolutely no idea where this came from. Then, I decided which school to go to, and that's when I found out I had to live with my mom. I had to, no choice. So, I went with it. I moved in with my mom the next month. I took all the shots necessary for me to get into the school system. They hurt really bad, just saying. I believe I had to take five or six different shots. Once the shots were out of the way, I was well on my way to moving into the world of public school. It was tough; getting ready for it, but I think I handled it well. Well, as good as I could I guess. I went on the next couple of weeks thinking "What happened to my family?" Then, things went downhill. I started seeing my dad on the weekends...Friday to Sunday. It hurt so much to figure out this was how we were going to do things from now on. School was starting in a week, and I remember thinking "Who will I meet?" and "Will I meet a guy?" I've never dated before. I know, it sounds crazy right? Almost fifteen and never dated a guy EVER. I am proud of this though, it makes me feel...strong. I just have never really been into guys that much. Don't get me wrong, I flirt, and in my eyes guys are sexy. I just never really fancied one enough to 'Date' one. Well, until I met him of course. Oh my, look at me...getting ahead of myself. So, it was the night before the first day of school. I couldn't sleep. I always wanted this, so why was I so nervous? I'm not sure. I just couldn't sleep at all. I awoke that morning at 5:30, I remember jumping out of bed. I raced out into our living room.

"Good morning! When does the bus get here?" I basically yelled to my mom.

"Your bus will be here at 6:56. You ride bus 4 from here to the elementary school, then you get on bus 61 to the High School. Understood?" She asked while fixing me breakfast.

"Yes, yes, yes. I got it." I was so hyper that morning. I was so excited.

Later, the bus arrived and my dad had come to see me get on the bus. I was completely unaware of how my first day would go, but I completely ready for whatever the world had to throw at me. When I got on bus 61, I was quiet and didn't want to talk to anybody. Who talks on the bus at 7 o'clock in the morning anyways? Not them..clearly. I sat quietly, wishing I had brought my iPod with me. When we arrived at the school the place was packed full of teenagers. Being the first day of school, they were handing out schedules, and planners to all the students. The Freshman however had to go to the auditorium for a tour of the school. They walked us through some need to knows. I sat next to a guy named Jacob. We didn't talk at all, which was pretty funny actually. Then, we were sent to our first period classes. I dashed upstairs to my math class. I had heard the math teacher was pretty loud..and crazy. I was in for it for sure. I entered into the room and looked for the teacher. I found her.

"Hello, do we have assigned seats?" I asked her shyly.

"No, just sit where ever you'd like, dear." She answered my question without removing her eyes from her computer.

I went and found a comfortable enough looking seat. When it was time for class to start, I was shaking. I had never been in public school. I didn't know what I needed, what we did, what learning course they were on. Being homeschooled, I was on a completely different course then them. Sadly, I found this out the hard way. After math class, I had second period journalism. Well, you could call it journalism. We actually were a team of students who made episodes of a sort of kind of TV show for the school to watch and enjoy. I entered the class room. I instantly noticed a tall, handsome guy. I remember thinking "He better not be a senior." Of course, he turned out to be a senior. I mean, who could be that tall, and that handsome, and be my age? I fell for him that day. The first day I met him. I also met another senior, Zach. Zach seemed like a very outgoing guy. I found my seat all the way in the back of the class room. I sat down quietly. Zach, however, didn't like me being shy. He called out to me:

"Hey! You!" He pointed at me.

"Yes?" I replied, shaking.

"Come on! Join the group, don't be shy." He motioned me to join them in the front of the class room.

I gladly did so. I walked and stood next to the adorable senior, his name still a mystery to me. He bumped me a couple of times, accidentally, not sure. Him and I didn't talk to each other until later in the week. When he did talk to me however, it was dreamy. I walk in from math class and place my bad down where I always do. There was a chair that he had apparently 'claimed' the day before. I didn't know this, so I walked over and sat down. This chair was the biggest, softest, and most comfortable chair in the room. I was just sitting quietly when he walks over to me.

"Hey. My chair, woman." He leans over and drags me out of the chair. I laughed, and walked away.

Later the same day we actually started talking. He seemed like a pretty nice guy. I fell harder for him everyday. I found out his name was Kevin, he was going into the army once he graduated. His birthday was in January, same as mine. I kept falling for him, day after day. He was perfect to me back then. Things change however, right?

~Warrior