First Day Senior Year Novels & Stories

Cara THE WEEKEND practically flew away for me. It seriously felt like I blinked on Friday and on opening my eyes it was Sunday evening, the next day being school. I was dreading going to school especially since I was the new girl for the umpteenth time and I was now in my senior year. Who in hell starts at a new school in their senior year? Me. I counter checked my bag for all the requirements for the thousandth time. I didn't want to forget anything then have to ask a borrow a complete stranger. Plus this was California and as I'd heard , the kids here weren't exactly welcoming.

Writer's POV Age 17. She merged into the crowd of students who were heading to their supposed classes, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she ate out from the candy on her hand, and began advancing towards her locker. It was the first day of senior year. She could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she would move out of the country, so she could start her dream tertiary institute. She couldn't wait to get over with senior year to already. With her left hand on the strap of her backpack, she looked around the school with a smile on her face. One more year, and she was free to live her life the way she wanted, with non of her parents under her neck, telling her what to do.

The leaves were already turning a brilliant array of golds and browns and yellows, the perfect fall morning to kick off the school year. Despite everything, I couldn’t help but smile faintly as I made my way across the quad. Students were excitedly milling about on their first day—freshmen running to and fro in search of their dorms, sophomores and juniors playing frisbee on the grass, seniors making out with their college sweethearts on picnic blankets.

Freshmen saw an end to their peon status, and sophomores had found their rhythm, their clique, and the hope of better days ahead. Juniors had been in the queue for eleven years, and now they could finally move up to the top of the totem pole. Seniors saw their future in front of them, feeling the remorse of closure, the excitement of greater things ahead and the pressure to succeed. Of course, everything hinged on the finals, and Robert couldn't get his mind on school, even with the added pressure of not having a car all summer. His lunch tray slipped and splashed slop onto the table. “Hey, don't waste it,” Derek said.

He was so patient and gentle with me and I was so grateful for that. During my senior year, with him away at college, I didn’t get to see him very often and I missed him like crazy. When my senior prom came around, I was ready to finally be with him in that way. We were each other’s firsts for literally everything and it was gonna happen eventually and I was done waiting. It was...nice. I still don’t really understand why everyone makes such a big deal out of it to be honest. We’ve done it several more times over the summer and it’s just that: pleasant.

Ah, the first day of school. Junior year edition. Also, it’s the last year my new friends would be hanging out with me here. Fuck. Maybe I should have talked with a councillor about graduating early, too. If I did, then I’d have more time to work and save up for a down payment on a location for a club.

I grabbed my bag, kissed Dad’s cheek, forced myself to wave at Victoria, and escaped into the sharp morning air. Riley’s Civic smelled like vanilla air freshener and ambition. She was already in full senior-year mode: planner open on the console, color-coded tabs, a motivational podcast paused mid-sentence on the Bluetooth. Her blonde bob was freshly trimmed, and she was wearing the vintage Levi’s jacket she only broke out for “historically significant occasions.” “Senior year!” she shrieked as I climbed in. “Last first day. End of an era. We are going to absolutely *dominate*.”

A laugh without life. "Your girl didn't tell you? Of course, she didn't. Why would she want to tell you, anyway? She doesn't know who you are, you're just a new dumb kid from Canada, who she did a favor showing a cool lake and made out with him." He turns to him, speaking in a normal voice. They followed them there? Lynn clenches his fists hard. "Lynn, I forgot how was your first day of senior year. How does it feel to go back to school?" Chief whistles. "When you're twenty-four years old? Pretty good, eh?"

We both are in tenth grade and my brother and his friends are seniors, twelve grade. Every first day of school causes a certain feeling of nervousness to everyone one, like it's been long and you just want to fit in well. But all that matters is Quincy will be there tomorrow. I just can't wait for tomorrow

JAVIER SIX YEARS AGO It was officially the last day of school as a junior. After the summer break, I'll be a senior and right after college. I'm not really looking forward to that. College sounds like stress, more responsibilities, more annoying teachers and more school work. I groaned in annoyance as I walked through the crowded hallway to my locker. Most people were in a rush, trying to get out of school as soon as they could, as if the school administration would change their minds about letting us go early for the summer break. Others were clustered in groups giggling or catching up as if they had all the time in the world. Some people were looking for their friends, others were just loi