MOS-- The first day

By X
 

VIncent dashed along the sun-heated sidewalks, hopping on one leg while he adjusted the rock that was lodged into the sole of his shoe. A few of his noted fluttered out of the book he was holding, but that was alright. They were from last year, after all. The scarf around his neck was itchy and hot, but his mother always thought it was cold outside, and this was the only thing he could do to calm her down without wearing his winter jacket. THe rock popped out, and he resumed a normal jogging stride to catch up with the line of people up ahead. " Vincent! You're late!" A voice up ahead shouted at him. Squinting his eyes at the sun, he saw Fifi had turned her head to look at him. Once he got close enough, she grabbed his hand and yanked him along with the others. These are the friends Vincent grew up with, and is still friends with today, on their first day of junior year. Leading their little ant line was Sandy, the most popular girl in the school. She was social, funny, and was friends with everybody, even the mean kids. With all those options, you'd think she would choose someone other than the bumbling idiots behind her. But they had known eachother since preschool, and always seemed drawn to one another. The boy behind her was Diego, a kid who knew every fact, broken record and little ridiculous thing a person could know. He was always spitting out some new thing he had learned the previous night, and the one he was blabbing about now was that bananas can't reproduce. The girl behind him was Fifi, basically a meme historian. She would always joke about, make puns, and talk in the alien language that is memes. Vincent smiled up the line at his friends, and laughed as Fifi made a banana pun to go along with Diego. The school was almost scary to Sandy, since she hadn't been back all summer. She didn't even walk near it, taking turns and shortcuts to avoid having to look at it. Those long walks as the sun set, eating popsicles and burning her bare feet on the hot sidewalk, those days were over. Now, she had to study and work once again. Having forgotten to iron her uniform over the summer, she had panicked and got it done quickly. There were still wrinkles frozen in the tough fabric they make formal clothes out of. It had taken her a few tries to remember how to tie a sailor collar, but she figured it out. Early mornings were her thing, so she had waited outside for her friends a while. Now, they were all at school, ready to find their first class. Their bookbags and notes had been left at the school for the summer, leaving them free for just today, before they had to lug them around on their backs again. Sandy grabbed hers out of the pale blue locker, and headed for the stairs.

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