First Day Senior Year 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 212: Empty Halls SERENA'S POV The first day of senior year arrives like a slap in the face, gray and unwelcoming under the overcast September sky. I stand in front of Crescent Moon High's familiar brick facade, watching streams of students flow through the main entrance with excitement and nervous energy that I can't bring myself to share.

All the students were very excited about the first day of senior high school. They were not just students, but they were seniors for the rest of the school now. The juniors were going to look up at them, and they had the power to set trends in the school for juniors now.

I just need to make this one last year with them to pay for my college fund or my gap year fund, whichever comes first. The first day of senior here has arrived—another year of high school and another popular year. Sometimes I like being popular. It means I always have friends and always have a conversation in the halls. But sometimes it's lonely. My discussions are intense; I'd call them shallow. But that's how people see me, the shallow girl, the model girl. If only people could see me a little deeper, know me a little better.

She hugged me again and then we went home. ================= I shook my head lightly from side to side to forget about that day. I smiled when I thought about my first day. It's my senior year and just like every year, I will go unnoticed at school this year too. This is just how I am. I don't like being the centre of attention at school. Unlike Sandy. I scoffed when I thought about her. I may be quiet but having a sister and best friend like Aubrey sometimes help me to rebel when needed.

But there would be one, to your own grave. Sounds scary? I don think so. My first day was really fun until I met the seniors and faced the headmaster. This school, and the seniors, might sound kind outside, but their demons will overcome them anytime. ... A week after my graduation from elementary, a piece of big news was brought to my email inbox.

The sound of a blaring foghorn startles me from my sleepy solitude. With my heart pumping furiously, I slowly sit up, cursing my phone as it screams for me to get up. I groan inwardly, checking the time. 6:30 am, school starts at 7:45. It’s a 7-minute commute. I could go back to sleep, or I could get up and try to make myself half decent for the first day of my senior year. The last first day of high school ever. Excited is an overstatement. I groan as I sit up, moving to the side of my bed to get ready.

*Axle's POV* It’s my third first day of senior year and I know we’re not going to be doing any real work, so take it upon myself to skip the morning classes. I’ll show up at lunch to scope everything out. I text the guys to tell them my plan and they say they’ll do the same. When we walk into the cafeteria, conversation comes to a halt and I can’t lie, I love the feeling. People at this school, especially the girls, will go pretty far to get us to pay attention to them. None of them are interesting enough to keep it for very long though.

Aaden informed me. He was right. After our two weeks of Christmas break, the seniors got to take their one-week trip. Our school tradition was that every class got a weeklong trip. The seniors went in the winter, juniors in the fall, sophomores in the spring, and freshmen at the beginning of May. That was one of the perks of attending an exclusive school that cost an arm and a leg.

I quickly apologized, stating that Jake had been distracting me but it was too late. That was how I got into detention on the first day of senior year. it had just begun and he was already ruining everything like he did back then, I had a bad feeling this was only the beginning.

I would rather stay cooked up in my room than suffocate the unbearable awkwardness at the dinner table. "I have no complaints, mother." She smiles and lifts my chin with her freshly manicured finger. "You're my perfect girl." She playfully pinches my chin and steps back. "Make sure you're asleep by eight. Tomorrow is the first day of your senior year and you need plenty rest." She says and walks over to my door. Honestly, I wished she hadn't reminded me. I was not looking forward to my senior year. It felt like the entire world was on my shoulders just by thinking about it.