First Day Senior Year Novels & Stories

“It will be fun going after them. That crazy girl is mine and I’m going to get the answers I want.” “You might be the one who’s crazy,” Caine said. He wasn’t wrong. **** Another benefit provided seniors was late start. Our school day was cut by an hour and we could sleep in a bit longer. I figured we would party harder on school nights and not notice the later time within a few weeks. Today was different. It was the first day of our senior year. The fucking nostalgia bug hit me as I thought about my plans for this year and how they fell apart at my father’s side over the summer.

Emily's POV Groaning, I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, wishing I could linger just a moment longer in that enchanting world. However, the reality of my first day of senior year loomed over me like a dark cloud impossible to ignore. With a reluctant sigh, I dragged myself into a sitting position, the remnants of my dream fading like morning mist. My heart raced at the thought of the day ahead. Senior year. It felt monumental, yet terrifying. Would I find my place among the chaos of bustling hallways and crowded classrooms?

It's true, I'm not. * * * I open my eyes and hit the alarm clock as hard as I can. It's six in the morning, the same time I wake up everyday even though it was the holidays. This is it, my first day of school in my last year of highschool. I roll out of bed and neatly tuck the sheets into the headboard. The room other than the bed is already neat, as always. I grab a towel and undress before heading to the shower. A lot of thoughts run in my head. I'm finally a senior. It's so hard to believe. I still remember my fresher year,that seems so long ago, when I'd thought that this day would never come.

August 29, 2028 – first day of senior year I’m seventeen, wearing the same pink Vans (now held together with duct tape and spite), twin tails braided with three blackbird beads that clink when I walk. Remy meets me at my locker, same crooked grin, locket shining. Remy: “Ready for the most boring year of our lives?” Celeste (grinning): “God, I hope so.” Seras slams her locker beside us, schedule already on fire (accidentally, she swears). Seras: “If anyone tries to start an apocalypse before prom, I’m setting them on fire. Senior prank rights are sacred.” Kayo appears out of nowhere, tails hidden, uniform perfect.

she mouthed, making my mouth salivate in fear. We’ve been talking about our senior prom since we stepped into this building on the first day of our freshman year. Now that it’s here, I don’t know how I should feel about it. A lot of things happened that changed my perspective on everything about life. Honestly, prom doesn’t have that much appeal to me anymore. ~~

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * O N E M O N T H L A T E R * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA's POV : "I can't believe today's finally here... the first day of our second semester as high school seniors!" Hallee sighed dramatically as she pulled open her locker door. "Yeah, winter break went by so fast," Gabe said, leaning his back against the next row of lockers.

I told my sister. “Dad, Mom, I am leaving,” I said, stomping to the door. I hated it when they teased me. After getting my stuff, I opened the door and slammed it. My mom ran to the door, yelling at me to remember to eat breakfast at school and come straight home. “We need to chat," my mom screamed. Great, what now?” I thought. It was Monday, the first day of senior year. I was utterly dreading it; I was not one of the popular kids; in fact, everyone knew me as (the freak)

But, Alessa and Julia come to school early for stalking their crushes while they play football. So..... "She must've gone to her class already" she said as we removed the schedules from our bag's and compared them. We had 4 lectures together! We squealed and hugged eachother as some new students gave us weird glances. Yes, it is the first day of our last senior year. Atlast! And then we would finally be free from this hell hole called school. Alessa and I had to part our ways as we had to head to our lockers. I went to my locker, took my books and headed to my class.

The teachers were fairly bearable too, but I mean school will always be school right? Given all of that, you'd think we would have regular people around here. Nada, zilch, zero. Tons of slackers and hippies. I mean, it's high school so of course there's drama, especially with our hormones in charge. Senior year is usually when most people think about their lives and what they want to do forever. The college you want to attend, if you'll be leaving the city or not, whether football scholarships will be worth it or not. Basically just realizing that we are growing up, ready to deal with what the outside world has to offer. You don't need to have everything figured out right away but at least m

“I care about you more than anyone. You know that.” My throat tightens. “I just don’t want to ruin us over something that wasn’t meant to be serious.” Wasn’t meant to be serious? I stare at him, my verbal ability completely ripped out. It would be easier if I could look away but my brain is too heavy to perform even such an easy task. He steps closer carefully. “Tomorrow is the first day of senior year. I don’t want things to be awkward. I don’t want to lose you over this.”