It is the moment I had been long awaiting... That August I was officially an upper-classman. I drove to school in my Ford Taurus, windows down, Dashboard Confessional blaring. I had just turned 16 two months prior so driving was still super cool. I found a parking spot and set out for the 1 mile hike to class. At Arlington High, student parking was far from school. You had to walk from your parking spot, past the football field, past the cafeteria parking lot, to your class. If your first class was in E-hall you better get their early.
This year started off differently for me than my freshman and sophomore year. In the spring of my sophomore year, I had quit my beloved sport-volleyball. Since I was in 6th grade I played year round volleyball. Fall was filled with school volleyball, winter and spring was dedicated to club volleyball, and the summers were committed to volleyball camps. Volleyball was my life. As I hiked my way to class, I had a huge lump in my throat. Typical high school thoughts ventured in my head... Who am I if I don't play volleyball... I hope my friends don't forget about me... Did I make the right decision.... I hope everyone thinks this outfit is cute... Look at the freshman, they look so small...
I was finally there... my first period class. Arlington High had a blocked day schedule- meaning you have 4 classes one day and different 4 class the next day. The first day of school is always a joke. We had a C-Day schedule, this is where the students have to go to each class and basically do intros 8 different times. My classes included Algebra 2, English 3, PALS, Science, History, Golf, and two other classes that I can't remember. My last class was golf, I was so thankful.
I was walking in the door when I saw some familiar boy faces... then I saw mystery boy. What was he doing here? I didn't know he went to Arlington. I sat down in a desk in Coach Schwartz's classroom and began talking to my friend Dena, while still keeping an eye on mystery boy.
Dena and had been friends for a while. Her dad and my dad knew each other and we also played club volleyball together. She was also a member at Shady Valley, so we would go play 9 holes together. When we played golf it was mainly goofing around and talking about anything but golf.... sorry Coach Schwartz...
I noticed the mystery boy talking with Grant as he left for the next class. Everyone knew Grant... he was the guy that was friends with everyone. Hmm... the wheels starting turning...how can I get introduced to this mystery boy.
I asked around to see what this mystery boys name was and I found out his name was Jerry.
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