Chapter 1 - The New Year
September 1st, the most dreaded day in every high schooler's career. The first day of school, whether it lands on a Tuesday, Thursday, or God forbid, it actually lands on a Monday. It doesn't matter if you're a popular or an outcast, everyone always agreed on one thing; September 1st was the worst day of the entire year.
Long yellow buses pulled up to the curb and students of every age began to pour out the doors. Mostly, Freshman and Sophomores, but there was an occasional Junior and even a Senior or two, like Scott Miles and Annabelle Waters who have rode the same bus for eight years now. Neither being in the high school spot light. They were the quite oppisiate actually.
Annabelle made her way to the large high school dodging people as she walked with her nose in a book. A flash went off beside her as she passed Benjamin Parker, a senior, president of the photography club, and member of the yearbook committee. With a few more clicks, Ben caught Scott Miles tripping on the bus steps falling face first into the grass. Ben cringed at the event before grabbing his skateboard and strolling passed a group containing, senior, Lucas Freeman, known party animal.
Lucas laughed at Allison Price's retelling of a party last year where they got the captain of the chess team, Logan Cooper, stoned. Lucas hasn't missed a single party since his first day of the eighth grade. With that record, a party is never complete without an appearance from the one and only Lucas Freeman.
Minutes went by like molasses for most people. The cafeteria buzzed with students meeting up with old friends, no matter their grade. Annabelle and Scott, on the other hand, went straight to their designated classrooms, not bothering to stop and speak with anyone. Anna's being Chemistry with Mrs. Noble and Scott's being Beginning Band with Miss Adams, where he played the piano. The bell rang and the students scattered quickly. Ben, who was reconnecting with his good friend Logan Cooper, set off for Mr. David Murray's Art room while Lucas and Allison for Biology with Mr. Carter on the first floor.
The day seemed to go sluggish with teachers handing out and going over the syllabus for each of their classes. Before the four strangers knew what happened it was fourth period, the last class before the beloved hour long lunch. A class they all had together, not that they knew that. Mr. Goodhill's senior English class. Mr. Goodhill was one of the many new teachers Milton High had hired on this school year. He had been the Creative Writing and English Professor for the local Community College for two years before quitting and quickly hired by the high school. The students piled into his classroom with the ringing of the second bell.
"Okay, quiet down." Mr. Goodhill spoke politely after the third bell rang and most the students were sitting down. "Instead of going over the syllabus today, I have a form I'd like you all to fill out." He shook the stack of paper he was holding in his hands lightly. Most the class groaned, but reluctantly took the paper. "It's pretty simple, just answer the questions and raise it up for me to collect."
The form was as simply as Mr. Goodhill had told the class it would be. Only having ten easy questions for the individual answering them.
1) Do you prefer working in a group or alone?
2)What is your favorite color?
3) What are your career goals?
4) Are you an early bird or night owl?
5) Name something you've always wanted to do.
6) What is your biggest achievement?
7) What clubs do you participate in and do you hold an office?
8) Are you in any sports, if so, which ones?
9) Who or What inspires you?
10) What classes are you taking this semester?
Most the class took this form as a joke, all but four who had taken the entire class period to answer the ten simple questions. Benjamin Parker, Annabelle Waters, Scott Miles, and Lucas Freeman. Four unmistakable strangers all stuck on the exact same question.
Name something you've always wanted to do.
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