This is one story I’ve never told before. Not to anyone. Not to my sister, not to my parents, not to my friends, and especially not to her. To start off, it all happened three years ago.

For many people, high school is a time to experiment and try new things. It is a time to make close friendships with interesting friends, a time to join clubs and extra-curricular activities, and, last but not least, a time to let your youthful spirit go wild. I was not one of those people. The idea of trying something new was bitter to my taste and would leave me an upset stomach. However, on my first day of school, fate decided to step in the scene and tweak things up a little. As I stepped into my 2nd period classroom, I was about to experience something new: the innocent aspects hidden inside of me.

The first day of high school was just like any other first day of school. Depending on the location you live in, you’re most likely going to meet new people every year. In my case, I knew no one. It was a fresh start for me…again. Because I always met new people every year, love wasn’t something I would be able to check off on my “things I must do in life” list.

I went down the stairs in my study hall room, sat down on my chair, and breathed out a huge gasp. Without any sign of warning, my counselor flung open the door and yelled out my name. Without hesitation, I sprang out of my seat, raised my hand, and replied in a very faint voice, “Here.” She quickly made eye contact with me and said, “You’re coming with me. Pack your stuffs and follow me.” The second I stepped out of the door and closed the door, her frown turned upside down. She talked to me in an angelic way. I wasn’t surprised by this because not only was this the first day of school, but she was also a staff. They have to be nice to the students. Apparently, the reason I got called down was because my schedule didn’t have the right information. My 2nd period was no longer Study Hall but rather AP World History. This whole changing process took about ten minutes. After all this hectic mess, I finally went upstairs to the anorexic hallway and opened the door to my new class. I peeked inside like a little freshman and asked if he was Mr. Buenning. “Yeah, that’s me. Come inside. Let me see your schedule.” I handed it took him. “Ok. Let me edit some things…ok.” He looks around. “You can sit right there, at that empty seat.” I looked to where he had pointed and walked to my seat. As I slowly walked to my chair, I noticed a beautiful young girl sitting in the seat in front of me. She looked at me and gave me a warm smile. As I passed by her, I felt this warm tingling sensation in my heart. A feeling I could not describe in words. It felt as if we were already friends from the beginning. Was it a feeling of love? Nah. There is no such thing as love at first sight. Or so I thought.

Three weeks had gone by and I became very close friends with her. Unfortunately, my superego acted up and took advantage of the situation. Because of my laziness, I didn’t have the motivation to do my thesis paragraph for AP World History due the next day. Although I regret it, I asked her if she had done her homework. Thank god she did her homework or else I would have flunked that assignment. Little did I know that the assignment would change my course in life. By the next day, our teacher found out about copying the homework. She and I were sent outside to have a little talk and at the end of the conversation, we were both bounded to get in trouble; we both got a zero on the assignment. The pressure and the guilt were too much for to handle so I stood up for someone else for once. Eventually, she received credit for her assignment and I still remained at a zero. Although her grade remained the same, her hatred hasn’t diminished. For the rest of the year, she, making the right choices, befriended me. I guess karma took the best of me.

Sophomore year was a quiet, yet lonely, year for me. Sadly, she wasn’t in any of my classes. One of the hardest tasks in life is to let someone go, but my naïve personality wouldn’t let that occur.

A year quickly went by and junior year finally came. It’s now been two full years since I first met her and luckily, this was the year. She was in my eighth period! Over the years, I matured mentally and physically, and making the same mistakes twice wasn’t part of my way in life. The bell rang and we got our assigned seats. Coincidently, I got placed behind her. As I walked by her, she gave me a warm smile. Unlike the first time, this smile was somewhat rather different. In my head, I kept wondering, “Wasn’t she mad at me?” I tried and tried to talk to her, but my guilt prevented me from doing that. I breathed in deeply and went up to her. Before I had the chance to speak anything, she asked me if I wanted to be her lab partner. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. I snapped back into my conscious side and just nodded. She grabbed a lab table and from there on out, we were best friends again.

The final bell rang and I left the classroom. As I walked down the science hallway and turned towards the music hallway, everybody smiled that the first day of school ended, but I smiled for a different reason. I was not a kid anymore; I matured. The friend that I never wanted to lose was lost, but life gave me a second chance, a chance that I can never renew again. I packed up my things, closed my locker, and headed outside with a big smile. Life is full of suspense.