'september 3rd, 2024

'7:30am

like most first days, i spent the night before dreading it. i didn't fall asleep until 3am. typical night anyway. as i rolled out of bed, i dreaded what was going to happen at the new school. i put on a basic outfit and walked into the dining room

"morning mikaela!" my mom exclaimed. lynn and lucas were arguing over where they wanted to sit, as usual.

"morning mom! where's dad?"

"oh, he had to go to work early, sorry."

dad promised he would drive us to school this morning, he hadn't in a while. i shouldn't even be surprised at this point. its not like i wanted to be driving there with that man anyway.

"its fine." it really was.

we had the usual talk before the first day, be nice to the teachers, don't get into fights, all the basic stuff. we got on the bus not too long after.

i was the last stop, so i stared out the window while waiting. it was actually nice out today, hot too. perfect day to not do anything, like all the other ones.

'7:21AM

i got off the bus and wasn't surprised by what i saw. old friends reuniting after summer, teachers watching the students, couples hugging. i wanted to throw up. boys don't notice me. they never have.

when the bell rang, everyone piled into the fairly big high school. i had no idea where i was going. people ran into me as they rushed past me, while i stood in the middle of the hallway, reading it. science was my first hour? i fucking hate science. i walked around for a good five minutes, intending to skip science. i had no interest. when the bell rang, i rushed upstairs to find a bathroom to hide out in. as i was walking up, a boy was sitting on the floor, right in the stairwell. his nose was bleeding, and there was a lot of blood on his shirt and the ground. i'd say he had been there since the first bell rang.

"holy shit, are you okay?" i usually didn't help people. that sounds bitchy, but there was something about him. something i couldn't have just ignored.

"yeah, i'm just sitting on the floor while my nose bleeds, totally fine." the boy said in a sarcastic tone.

i rolled my eyes, wondering if this was a good idea. i decided it was, and helped him get up. i walked him downstairs to the nurses office.

"and your name is?"

i was used to this question. people didn't know me, i was quiet anyway. "mikaela stafford. i just moved here"

"oh really, where from?" why was he trying to actually talk to me? this i wasn't used to.

"i'm from calgary."

"ohh, i know that place. my creepy uncle lives there."

"i probably know him."

"trust me, you don't. he's in jail for 20 years. also, my name is adam reed"

"oh. well we're at the nurses office."

even after the strange conversation that had just happened, i still went in and helped him. i wasn't just gonna leave him there. im not that cold.

after the nurse made sure he was okay, i walked away.

"go to class now sweetheart." she yelled from the room.

i didn't. i went back to where i originally was going, the girls bathroom.

when i walked into a stall, i sighed and put my bag down.

"your skipping too, huh?"

"yup."

it was a girl in the next stall over. wow, one day and i've already talked to two other students. this has to be a record or something.

"who's class are you dreading?"

i pulled out my folded schedule from my pocket. "it is... mrs. johannsen's science class"

"that took you a while. are you new here?"

"yeah, its my first day."

"well let me tell you, mrs. johannsen is a bitch. nobody likes her. you should be glad you aren't in there right now."

i laughed and replied, "whats your name?"

"oh, i'm alison. alison madden."

"nice to meet you, well your voice. my name is mikaela stafford."

"good to meet you too mikaela."

i smiled to myself and pulled out my phone. i hoped she wouldn't strike another conversation. that was enough social interaction for the day. nothing against her though, she seemed nice.

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{~adam's pov~}

i walked into science, excited to learn absolutely nothing. lucky for me, i had a note from the nurse. i gave it to mrs. johannsen and went to my seat. ray snickered as i walked by. i gave him the usual fuck you look. i hated him.

that girl who helped me.. mikaela. she was one of the only people in the school who had ever been nice to me in a while. usually, everyone just walks past me and stares, like i'm some kind of ogre walking around the school. im not, i promise. i'm too good looking for that.

she was a person of interest, thats for sure.

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{~mikaela's pov~}

the bell rang. finally. on my way to... history. i can work with that. i actually like history alot, probably my favorite class.

when i opened the stall door, alison did aswell. she turned around ,gave me a folded piece of paper, turned back around, and walked away without saying a word.

the piece of paper said 'text me :)'. i opened it and it was her phone number. wow. i might actually make a real friend.

rare.

'3:26PM

i walked into the house, along with caleb and lynn. lynn asked me to draw, and i declined, like usual.

"god mikaela you never do anything with me! all you do is sit in your room and listen to music."

i groaned and slammed my door shut, locking it.

i truly felt bad. i wish i could draw, i just can't act like i never did anything.

when i sat down on my bed and started playing my guitar.

music is my passion. i know that sounds corny, but it truly is my favorite thing.

almost instantly, i got an e-mail. it was from my school email. weird.

mikaela,

hey. i know this is out of the blue, but mrs, johannsen paired us on our project. since you definitely weren't at school today (wink wink) i told her i would email you. so, here i am. get back to me when you can, also heres my number so we don't have to email back and forth.

555-294-9402

thanks.

i loudly sighed and put the guitar down. who assigns a project on the first day? i decided to text him.

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