-Aaron
As Aaron walked into the first day of his last year of high school, Aaron looked around. Familiar faces, Fresh faces, Cute faces, and just downright annoying ones all flooded the place. Memories of his first days here crept through his mind; some good, some bad. In a way, he would miss this place, although he would never admit it. That would ruin his reputation for not giving a fuck, and that, was just unacceptable.
Psychology, Chemistry, and English all came and went in a breeze. This is how the first week usually went. Nothing to interesting to occupy himself with, so instead he spent the time drowning out the teachers' long and obnoxious speeches with his music, and his doodling. He was obsessed.
After third period let out, Aaron found himself walking down the hall, waving to a few of the acquaintances he had partied with over the summer. Only Trigonometry, History, Drama, and Study Hall left, until he could leave this damned school. He walked to his locker, 19, 11, 19. Easy enough combination, he thought to himself. He realized then that he hadn't talked to a single person that day. After placing his psychology book, English book, and Chemistry book away, he ventured out into the courtyard to see if he could find an old friend, or possibly, his best friend, Noah. Best friends? That's what they were, wasn't it. He considered it that, although they hadn't spent as much time together as he would've wished over the much to short, three months of summer.
As he walked outside he scanned the courtyard. He noticed a few of his druggie friends, the jocks, the preps, and--he spotted Noah. Noah, with a fairly cute girl, and another guy. He made his way over to the nearby table, a slight smile on his face. "Can you believe it, man, senior year. It's finally here," he smirked his usual smirk towards Noah, then smiled at the girl and guy next to him. He had missed Noah, believe it or not. Aside from the constant crazy shit they did, they were tight. He was his best friend, no doubt.
As Aaron walked into the first day of his last year of high school, Aaron looked around. Familiar faces, Fresh faces, Cute faces, and just downright annoying ones all flooded the place. Memories of his first days here crept through his mind; some good, some bad. In a way, he would miss this place, although he would never admit it. That would ruin his reputation for not giving a fuck, and that, was just unacceptable.
Psychology, Chemistry, and English all came and went in a breeze. This is how the first week usually went. Nothing to interesting to occupy himself with, so instead he spent the time drowning out the teachers' long and obnoxious speeches with his music, and his doodling. He was obsessed.
After third period let out, Aaron found himself walking down the hall, waving to a few of the acquaintances he had partied with over the summer. Only Trigonometry, History, Drama, and Study Hall left, until he could leave this damned school. He walked to his locker, 19, 11, 19. Easy enough combination, he thought to himself. He realized then that he hadn't talked to a single person that day. After placing his psychology book, English book, and Chemistry book away, he ventured out into the courtyard to see if he could find an old friend, or possibly, his best friend, Noah. Best friends? That's what they were, wasn't it. He considered it that, although they hadn't spent as much time together as he would've wished over the much to short, three months of summer.
As he walked outside he scanned the courtyard. He noticed a few of his druggie friends, the jocks, the preps, and--he spotted Noah. Noah, with a fairly cute girl, and another guy. He made his way over to the nearby table, a slight smile on his face. "Can you believe it, man, senior year. It's finally here," he smirked his usual smirk towards Noah, then smiled at the girl and guy next to him. He had missed Noah, believe it or not. Aside from the constant crazy shit they did, they were tight. He was his best friend, no doubt.