First Day

And then I lifted my legs up and started to glide down the small hill. Just that little speed on my bike pushed the wind through my hair. I hadn't felt this free in while. The trees rushing by, the hard concrete rolling underneath me. I always liked to imagine I wasn't going anywhere and it was the whole world rotating beneath me. It was a silly daydream, but I liked it. The skies were an offset kind of blue and the temperature felt cool but cooler with it rushing by me. I rounded the end of the basketball courts and started heading back towards the playground, pedaling faster and faster until the scenery next to me turned into almost a blur.

Today was a strange feeling though. Tomorrow was the first day of school in almost three months and I was excited, but nervous. Probably expected of anyone going back to high school. A lot people to meet, with a new class, and a lot of people to grab and hold on to after missing them for what seemed like forever. With these people, though, came the dreaded rumors and stories that started up every season like clockwork, which really pissed me off, to be honest. But like an injury report, these things were expected and taken into account.

I rode my bike clear out of the obvious part of the park and into the wooded trail, coming out in a clearing where I could see the beige bricked building that was my school. It was divided into two parts. The entrance was on the other side of the building, where most of the people came in. That's where the middle school part of the school was. Right out front where the parents could walk them in on their first day of higher end education. I started to imagine my dad dropping me off the first day of middle school, with my wheelie backpack on the ground, I headed up the marble sets excited like a jackrabbit. At times I thought I missed those days.
The back side of the school was the high school section. My section. There was a door that opened to the school store. It was actually pretty nifty. It had candy, school supplies, instant lunches, everything someone would need to survive the day. I knew a couple of the guys there so I cut through there in order to go up the staircase in the back to get into the school. It's nice having connections.

After the short nostalgia, I got back on my bike and rode back home, anxious about tomorrow. It wasn't a far ride to my house from here and by the time I got home, my sister was already trying on clothes for the next day. She was about to start high school.

"Hey Zach." My sis wasn't usually so high on talking to me, though with the impending doom that was slowly looming on her it was understandable.

"Hey sis, excited?" I hoped that those few words be enough for her to get what I was saying. I wasn't much on talking when events started happening.

"Yep yep!" I wondered if she would be as excited tomorrow.
"Hey what's your favorite color?"
"Um, violet, why?"
"It's blue now."
"Why?"
"Because there's this girl you're gonna meet and you have to be friends with her."
"Why?"
"Because, she's my friend and I want you to make a good impression on her."
"Aww..."
"It's not like that!" Even though it certainly seemed like it.
"Fine, I'll get to know her."
"Thank you."

I walked past her and the hallway mirror and into my room. I checked out my hair in the mirror for that split second and ran my fingers through it, worried about how it looked. I closed the door and spent the night alone, wondering about tomorrow.

(insthpired by a dream/daydream, though I can't dream actual stories, so if you want to know the actual dream, feel free to IM me or call me and I'll tell you if I'm free :) or if you're actually interested haha)