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Chapter Two

Within seconds, I am surrounded by dirty grey lockers, busy people, and an extroverted atmosphere. I'm in a frantic search for room 216- my English class. It's sad that the most invigorating class of the day is the first class of the day. It leaves no anticipation whatsoever for what the rest of the day holds.

The bell rings, and everyone scurries to their first period class- everyone but me, that is. I walk in the same direction as everyone else, hoping that somehow room 216 will pop out and beckon my name. My mind is running around in circles, and suddenly, I repeatedly hear my name being called, and it could only mean one thing.

It's the Star Wars geek again. And for the first time today, I'm actually thankful for that.

"What class do you have now?" he eagerly claims, snatching my ripped up schedule out of my hand. He flashes a toothy grin, and I can already tell that we have English together. Great.

But hey, as annoying as the guy can be, he is a really good tourguide. Within a minute or two, we are in a classroom surrounded by a bunch of other sophomores who would rather be at the beach, or at home, or playing video games and watching Star Wars in Andrew's case. Everyone's talking to friends they haven't seen all summer, and the teacher then bursts through the door and does the normal "Have a seat and be quiet" kind of thing every teacher does right before a class starts. Ms. Montgomery- or at least that's the name on my schedule- eventually gets the class to quiet down, and she starts to speak.

"Welcome to another year in your English career," she begins with a sense of pride, looking around the room before she continues the lesson. 

"Many of you walk into this class thinking it's going to be another tedious English class where you write a few pointless essays and SparkNote a few books. This year, my goal is to prove at least ONE of you wrong. I know that a few people in this class have the potential to be a New York Times best selling author, or a famous journalist. I'm going to bring out that spark in you guys." 

Everyone in the room blankly stares at each other and waits for the teacher to say more, but she doesn't. Instead, she starts writing our assignment, and once she stops screeching the chalk onto the board, we all squint our eyes in an attempt to read the message that has been written.

It says, 

"In order to get to know each and every one of you and your writing abilities, write about a significant time in your life. Be as descriptive as possible. Don't worry, everything is confidential!'"

Confidential. The word sounds great in my head, and as the rest of the class raises their hands, asking stupid questions like how long it should be or what today's date is, I pick up my pen and smoothly glide it onto the college ruled paper that lay on my desk.

A/N Sooooo... It's been a while since I updated. But I'm back! I've been cramming for midterms and I had a debate tournament to prepare for, but now I'm here! It might take a while to update, please bare with me. Also I'd like to thank Kamila aka Sonder_ for the new cover! She's an amazing writer and you should definitely check out her story Outrage. It's pretty great. I do realize that this was a short chapter but i really wanted to get something out there. Oh and this is my attempt at a cliffhanger lol

-Natalie :)