ROSE'S P.O.V
"Well, here goes nothing." I thought to myself while turning the key in the ignition to my car and start to pull out of my dirt drive way. I put in my CD mix tape I made this past weekend that has a few of my favorite songs on it. The first song to play is Kiss's 'I Was Made for Lovin' You.' I begin to tap my fingers as I drive through the town square I guess I have to get used to.
I was on my way to the first day of my senior year, at a new school, and in a new town. It's kind of a pathetic cliché to say, but this year was supposed to be my year. Back home in Florida I was practically the 'It Girl,' at least that is what I have overheard in previous years. I was the captain of the volleyball team and was acing every class, I wouldn't say I was a teacher's pet by any means but they definitely liked me and let me slide on a few assignments seeing as being on the my high school's team was a big deal and they 'understood.' Over 200 girls would try out and about 18 would make it on, the school was huge and full of raging hormones and jealousy towards anyone on a sports team or had passing grades really. Despite being average looking with good grades, the only thing I was missing back then was the perfect boyfriend everyone was waiting for me to find, but I would not be lying if I said literally every boy in that city was a dick. Their egos were too big for their heads and treated girls like they were nothing, I can't even say they were treated like objects because it wasn't even that.
As I pull in the driveway of the new school I take notice as to how small the school really is. There only seems to be about 700 kids, maybe not even that. I see the main sign with the mascot and name on it leading into the parking lot.
"HAWKINS HIGH STUDENT PARKING"
"The mascot is a tiger? Really?" I say to myself as I laugh and roll my eyes away to focus on driving.
I make my way towards the back of the lot making sure not to hit anyone. I figured parking in the back would allow me to just stay out of everyone's way for today at least. As I weave through the aisles I notice that everyone is staring towards my car, which I don't blame them. I drive a classic red sports car in a town where it seems strange to drive anything but a clunker. It's like they all just know I am new here because of the car, I should've drove my aunt's car to keep eyes off me.
I finally pull into the furthest away parking spot I could, its away from everyone's car except this creepy tan van parked about 3 spots away. I gather my notebook, camera, and water bottle and toss them into my small black backpack and open the door to get out.
Once I do, I immediately get a whiff of weed, not intense but definitely smell able. I close my eyes and inhale; memories flood back to before I was on the volleyball team and I was smoking for fun in the back of my best friends car almost every Friday night after football games. Being on a sports team meant no getting caught up in drinking or smoking so the fun didn't last long for me. I felt a small smile creep up on my face when I think of this as I reach to shut the car door.
It didn't feel that nerve wracking as I was walking up to the main entrance of the school, I was used to stares to an extent but eye contact was a different story, not for me.
I pass by a group of boys who seem to be freshmen or sophomores. They're all leaning their bikes into the metal rack next to the doors. They all smiled in my direction, I return the glance and continue towards the door.
I pull on the metal door handle and step inside the building and goose bumps raise on my arms due to the much cooler temperature compared to outside. I head towards the desk to see a lady sitting up pin straight with a phone to her ear. She senses my presence and looks up and puts a finger up to me signaling me to wait a moment, I give her a small nod and tap my fingers to the beat of my favorite Tears for Fears song, Head Over Heels. The lady shoots me a death stare and I stop. I move my attention over to the kid next to complaining about his schedule.
