So, after I walk through the barge of crazy upperclassmen and find my way to homeroom, I see this girl who I believe to be Brin wave at me enthusiastically. I wave back, then sit with other people. Without thinking at all that Brin isn't even in my class anymore, I go to sit next to the new girl. We talked for almost a minute before I realized that she wasn't Brin. This was Grace. She had just moved here from a place two hours away. We hit it off right away. We literally were together all day except for the one period in shop class (which, by the way, I did not want to take. I don't want to be part of the six girls who take apart motors for a whole semester.) but Brin is in my shop class, and she told me that Charlie was back. I still haven't met him, and it's making me crazy.
Grace and Brin are probably going to be the only things saving me from insanity during high school. All the teachers suck, and we're paired with English classes for every class except for math and science. Heck, we already got an assignment in English. Granted, it is a writing assignment, so I can't complain too much, but she wants us to write a letter to her so she can get to know us, but there are so many rules breathing down my neck, I can't breathe.
I freaking hate when writing assignments have so many guidelines like that. Sure, it might make life easier for the slackers, but not for the people who try and write a non-boring piece of literature.
Ugh. Life.
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