First Day Senior Year Novels & Stories

Monday morning felt too big to fit inside my chest when it dawned. I woke up before my alarm even had the chance to ring, staring up at the ceiling with a ridiculous smile already stretching my face. Senior year. The words repeated themselves in my head like a chant. We were really here, no longer the kids trying to survive high school, but the ones everyone looked at as examples. It was the first of the last days of high school. I jumped out of bed with so much energy it startled even me.

PHOEBE’S POV. .......................................................................... Okay, I know it may be too early to say it since it is still just the first day of school but I have a strong feeling that my senior year is not going to go as smoothly and quietly as I planned. Why do I say so you ask? Well I could think of a couple reason as to why I feel this way,

Joseph's POV RING! RING! RING! I slammed my hand down on the alarm, cursing the damn thing. Today. It had to be today. The first day of senior year. Just as I was finally enjoying the summer—spending time with Mom and, unexpectedly, Mom’s new daughter, Trish. The girl I hoped would be my girlfriend someday. Now, I had to go back to pervy Mthland High, put the mask back on, and fight for my big dream all over again.

“Tomorrow’s the day.” I do not answer right away. I know what she means. School. Her first day back after summer. First time in a new district. No familiar faces. No parents dropping her off or hugging her goodbye. Just me. A stranger she let in. “It’s dumb, I know,” she says quickly, before I can respond. “I mean, I’m eighteen. I should be fine. I am fine. It’s just…” She does not finish.

I inquired coldly. "Uh. . ." He began looking through his files. "You know what? English would be just fine." I cut him off and he nodded. "I am just going to hand you some papers that you need to sign and you can come pick up your schedule tomorrow," he voiced out and stood up to fetch the papers, handing them to me, after which I penned down my signature. "Being a freshman feels immature and the thought of being a sophomore is irritating. I don't want the final year. It can be stressful. Junior year sounds good." I told him audaciously, rose to my feet, and proceeded to leave but I halted, walking over to his seat.

Today is day which i believe would be the worst day of my life You must be thinking why this over exaggerating and drama? well today the meet and greet ceremony First years would be called one by one on the deck and they would tell about themselves as the 2nd year and 3rd years would listen. once they are one they would be asked questions about themselves. once every student is done a small party would be held to welcome the first years. Right currently i am sitting not waiting for my turn to go on deck.

Freshman year gave way to a calm and uneventful summer, but as the fall season rolled in, Jane and Mike found themselves back on campus, their sophomore year looming ahead. They were no longer the wide-eyed freshmen they were the previous year. They were older, more experienced, and ready to face the academic year with a renewed sense of determination and maturity.

' To all seniors.... A start to your senior year should be with a bang. Therefore we would like to get to know each and every senior present in Everton Silver High Academy, on a more personal level. With a difference, this year's seniors are goaled to be remembered and what fun way to start on a memorable journey, then your first interaction with a fellow senior. Through deep conversation with our council and principal, it has been agreed that all seniors, coming next week will be given a name to be partnered or ' tied' with, for a whole of two weeks.

The first day of Senior Year started off different from any other. Normally, I would jump in the car with Kye, we'd laugh and sing to the radio, then part to reach our lockers which were on opposite sides of the school. However, this time there was an air of awkward silence as if both of us were holding our breaths, scared of the truths that might be offered up had we not. "Hi…" I muttered as I sat in the passenger's seat. "Hey…" He murmured back, his face erased of all of the happiness and joy that he was known for.

"What! I am just looking around she said, shrugging her shoulders. Oh, you, I thought. She giggled, then her smile dropped when we saw big shadows behind me. But Cherry and Savannah's face was white and green. I knew who was standing behind me. I didn't want to look behind me. By the heat from him, 2 feet away from me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. The second thing is my clit started pulsing in my pants. I saw my sister and Savannah go quiet and look down at their finished lunch. I know how they feel because I am doing the same thing now! I closed my eyes and thought about what was on at the camp and the club, oh, don't forget about the dinner in the pool house. What about the tim