Emma
Buzz! My alarm clock sounded at exactly seven a.m. telling me to get up and get ready for my first day of high school.
Being a girl and all, I had to take a shower and smell good for the first day, so I hurriedly showered and dressed in a blue, short-sleeved shirt, skin tight jeans and sandals.
"Emma," my mother yelled up the stairs, "breakfast is ready!"
"Okay, Mom! I'll be right down!" I grabbed my book bag and purse and headed down the flight of stairs.
"Morning mom," I said, as I entered the kitchen, "where's Dad?" I sat down and started to eat.
"Oh honey, he had to leave early for work. He should be home later," she said as she sat down and began to eat her food.
I finished and put my dishes in the sink, and gave my mother a good-bye kiss before walking out of the door. I made my way down to the bus stop at the end of the street. I didn't have to wait long before the bus showed up, its headlights shining brightly in my face.
The school was massive. I walked nervously through the doors and headed for the main office. Since it was the second door on the right, it was easy to find, but I hoped that everything else would be that easy to find. After getting my schedule, I walked through the halls trying to find locker I was assigned to, number 270. I finally found it and as I reached for the lock, I saw Shawn Foust coming out of the locker room. He was walking towards me, looking dreamy as always. I felt my cheeks flush red, so I turned my face to my locker so that Shawn couldn't see my face, but it didn't work. He was standing right next to me.
My face got redder as he opened up the locker besides me, which told me that it was his. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I realized I would get to see him every day. He turned to me and said something, but I didn't hear him. I wondered what I should say; I couldn't tell him my face was red because of him. In a panic, I closed my locker and hurried off to find math for my first class.
Shawn
"Shawn, honey. There is someone on the phone who would like to speak to you," my mother said through the bedroom door. I groaned and rolled over in my bed. Glancing at the alarm clock, I saw it was only six a.m. Groaning again, I wondered who would be calling at six in the morning for me.
"Okay mom, I'll be right there." I said, as I sat up and rubbed my eyes before standing and walking to the door. I opened it and took the phone from my mother.
"Hello?" I croaked into the receiver.
"Hello Shawn. This is Coach Gilmore from the varsity football team at Parkway South. I've been watching you at all the camps we've been to and also the practices over the summer. I was calling to let you know, if you're up for it, that we have varsity practice before school and if you'd like to join us and get to know some of the guys, you can.
"You will still play and practice with the freshmen after school. Morning practices start at six-thirty and go till seven-thirty... so I hope to see you there."
"Thanks coach," I replied, "I'll show up for sure... and thank you for telling me. See you there." I hung up the phone and sleepily walked into the bathroom and started to get ready.
I dressed in a sleeveless armor shirt, some gym shorts and a pair of nikes. I grabbed my football bag out of my closet and threw a pair of nice jeans and a polo t-shirt in it with my cologne and deodorant.
"Shawn, honey, what did that man want?" my mother asked from the foot of the stairs.
"Oh, that was the varsity football coach telling me that I could join them for morning practice if I wanted to." I said to her as I walked down the stairs and into the living room.
"Oh. So, are you going to?"
I grabbed a pop tart out of the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm going to go. Could you give me a ride to school, please?"
"Sure honey," she replied, getting her keys, "I'll take you."
Ten minutes later, I arrived at the school. I gave her a quick good-bye kiss, grabbed my things from the back of the car, and headed into the gym towards the locker room.
I looked around for the locker that I was assigned to. It had my name on it, so I walked over to it and put my stuff inside. Then, I looked around for someone to ask about what was going on.
I went over to the varsity dressing room and looked inside, only to be instantly told to "get out".
"Hey, I'm here for the varsity football practice," I said to a random guy in the locker room,"what are we doing and what do we need?" All he did was point to a sheet of paper on the wall. I walked over and looked at it. I found Monday's workout at the top of the list, so I walked out of the locker room to the weight room to wait for everyone else.
An hour later, I walked out of the weight room sweaty and tired. There was a water fountain across the hall, and I eagerly went over to it and took a drink before heading for the bathrooms.
In the shower room, I turned on the faucet and rinsed myself off, getting all of the sweat off of my body. I turned the water off, and walked out into the locker room to get my stuff out of my locker. Everything in there was dripping wet.
Frustrated, I shoved everything back into my locker. It was probably the upper class men who had done it. They were probably intimidated and wanted to scare me off.
I grabbed my cologne out of my bag and sprayed more than usual on my gym clothes to try and cover up the sweaty smell. I grabbed my book bag, the only thing that was still dry, and headed out of the locker room for first period.
I walked out of the locker room, my book bag hanging from one shoulder. I pulled out my schedule and look at it for my locker number. I grinned at the number and made my way over to locker 269.
I saw a pretty atrractive girl standing at the locker next to mine. I smiled at her, and her face went noticeably red. I opened my door and put my bag in it and glanced at her again.
"Is it hot? Or is it just you? Because... your face is red, and that's probably not normal. Am I correct?" I asked her.
Something was definitely up with her. Her color deepened the longer I stood next to her, and then she closed her locker and hurried off without saying anything. I stood there looking confused, wondering what had gotten into her. Shrugging my shoulders, I looked at my schedule again for my first class. Seeing that it was math, I closed my locker, and walked off, forgetting about the girl.
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