First Day Senior Year 소설 & 이야기

The first term of senior year started on the third of September. Dani drifted through the first few classes with the growing urge to skip the rest of the day. She was not in the mood to play catch-up with friends and classmates only to hear the same old stories about how everyone else spent their summers. Even her best friend Georgia was beginning to sound like a broken record the way she kept reliving stories of her recent Scandinavian escapade. So Dani decided to spend lunch break in a far corner of the library, earphones on to tune out the rest of the world. She’d been on page fifteen of her AP US History textbook for the last five minutes, but for the life of her she remained unable to a

The blazing midday sun shone relentlessly on hikers. Kate peered through the windows as she smiled. She couldn’t believe her dream was coming true; it seemed like the universe was finally on her side. She whooped, imagining herself walking down the aisle with the love of her life. It’s been a long journey, but now all she's dreamed of is becoming reality. "I’m getting married tomorrow," she announced, staring at the mirror to catch the reflection of the joy she must be feeling from her childhood. She has always dreamed of marrying someone as handsome as Jackson.

We were back at home now, I took in a breath of fresh air as soon as I got out of car. "Home sweet home." Chris yelled. Zoe got our of the car and went into the house, not even glancing back to say goodbye to Alex. Were they just not going to talk the entire time? What about school? ** Alex's POV It was the first day of our senior year and Zoe hadn't talked to me at all, not a single call or message, nothing. I walked into school, the hallways were bustling with sweet, hot gossip, one in particular caught my attention.

The answer echoed within Lily’s thoughts: The first day of senior year. ֍ ֍ ֍ Internal curses swirled in Lily's mind as her gaze fixated on the massive sign atop the school building, boldly proclaiming, "Willow Brook High School." She questioned the world's cruel design, forcing every teenager to endure this hell. Nevertheless, she felt relieved to have reached her final year, graduating smoothly with no issues as her sole remaining task. Not knowing that this was merely the beginning of a life-altering series of unforeseen events.

(Her POV) Senior year was supposed to feel different. Everyone said that teachers, older students, even my mother but I didn’t believe it until I stood in front of the school gates that morning, my backpack heavy on my shoulders and my chest heavier with things I didn’t know how to name. Seventeen felt too young to be standing at the edge of something ending. The school looked the same faded bricks, cracked pavement, banners welcoming us back like we hadn’t spent the summer trying to forget this place. Laughter echoed around me, loud and careless, but I felt detached from it, like I was watching life happen through glass.

The acid churning in my stomach threatened to revolt. Today was the day. My first day as a junior at Oceanview High. The school year had already started, about two months ago, making me the ultimate latecomer, the new kid everyone would stare at. Yay, me, I sighed, the thought dripping with sarcasm.

I didn’t do anything to people so they did what I did and kept a good distance. Hate…. Maybe you joined your family in terrorizing people? I don’t think so Cecil. I would never do that. I never understood what happiness they gained from causing other people misery. It definitely isn’t a thing for me. I woke up at the early hours of four to five. School starts by eight. I remember memorizing this little detail and the excitement that thrummed through me. I wonder what it was like, the first day of high school. I’ll be getting the same experience, but it’s the first day of my senior year. I don’t believe people when they say high school sucks. If I’m cheer captain then it must have rocked for

"I don't want any phone calls from parents saying you've been mean to their daughters when all they were trying to do was be nice." "They should've left me alone," I shot back before bolting outside. The bus was already coming down the road. Perfect timing—no more Bert lectures. I heard him shouting as I climbed aboard, but couldn't make out the words. Home free until tonight, and Bert doesn't get back until seven anyway. By then, I'll either be exploring the neighborhood or locked in my room, writing with my radio blasting. I slid into a seat near the back. Junior year in high school. For once I'm actually starting on the first day instead of a week late. Lucky me. I can spot all the nervou

If nothing else, it’d help me stop thinking about him for a couple hours. Still… “It’s a Wednesday night,” I called. “We all have classes in the morning.” “Like we’ve never gone to class hungover with two hours of sleep before,” Tyla’s answer echoed down the hall. “But today was the first day of class,” I whined. “Especially after a first day frat party under our belt,” Sasha added. “But it’s our senior year?” Shouldn’t we be more mature than this by now? Except they both yelled, “Exactly!”

Jasmine's POV Its Monday and the first day of school. I hate Mondays. Especially the first Monday of a new term. Seeing annoying faces again. Then there are those that will begin showing off whatever new thing they bought during the holiday, and telling each other about all the rubbish they've been up to. Let me not forget those senior girls who will begin to behave like they're on top of the world and the senior boys showing off their new swag. Breakfast was served then it was time for assembly.