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AtFirstSight
There is always that one moment, as you walk up the stairs into your new school, where you realize everything is about to change. Believe me, I had no idea as I walked up the steps of Windsor High School that this was it.
//Two years ago.
I walked up the stairs of Windsor High School. My pink backpack slung on my side. My brown hair was twisted into brown, long curls. It was the first year my mom had let me pick out my first day of school outfit. I was wearing a navy shirt from Abercrombie, and a striped blue and white skirt that grabbed my hips. I let out a breath, and looked around for a familiar face. Nothing. I pulled out my schedule out of my bag.
7:45 Homeroom; McGuel Room 223
I shoved the paper back in my bag, scanned the crowd one last time before walking into the school.
Miscellaneous chatter filled my ears.
“Maeve!” I whipped around at the sound of my name,
“Hey! Rachel!” Standing in front of me, was Rachel Rhodes.
Her long blonde hair had been straightened, and her skin was a caramel tone, something that must have taken all summer.
“What’s up?” She asked,
“Trying to find McGuel’s roo-“
“AH! I have her for homeroom, too.”
Her bright blue eyes gleamed at me.
I laughed, “I’m not completely alone then!”
I replied with a smile.
“Room 223, right?” I asked.
She nodded, and we headed up the stairs together.
“So, I heard there’s a new guy.” She said,
“Really?” I asked, not really caring. I looked around at the walls.
They were all either covered in artwork from last year, so red and maroon lockers.
“Yeah, I heard he’s SOO cute,” She said, with emphasis on the so.
I laughed as we walked in to our homeroom.
The clock read 7:42, giving me enough time to find and seat and check out my schedule again before the next class.
“Hello class, I’m Mrs. McGuel,” A young, blonde woman spoke to our class. She seemed about five foot six, and had piercing blue eyes.
“I need a quick attendance, so everyone just sit in a seat, and then you can go!”
“Anabel Abrams.”
“Here!”
“Jenny Brooks,”
“Here!”
She called off a couple more names, I pulled out my schedule again, Period two social studies Mr. Potter
“Maeve Cruz,”
“Here!” I replied,
“Dean DeLuna”
“Here,”
I turned around. The voice came three seats back from me. He had shaggy, brown hair, that barely fell over his eyes. He had olive, deep tan skin, and tiffany box blue eyes.
“Welcome to our school, Dean,” Mrs. McGuel said with a wink.
So this is the new kid. His head turned towards me, and he noticed my staring.
He shot me a smile, and I felt my cheeks burn.
The bell pounded our ears, and we were off to our next class