The Thing I'll Never Say [[Part Two: First Day Of School]]

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"WAKE UP, I MADE PANCAKES!" My mother yelled into my face, "It's the first day of your senior year." She opened the blinds, letting the sun shine in my eyes.

"Five more minutes." I said into my pillow.

"Nope. GET UP!" She yanked the cover and I suddenly felt very cold even though it was suppose to get up to 89 degrees today and be very humid but that is just Chicago Land for ya.

I got out of bed slowly taking my time putting on my old ratty slippers and grabbing my robe off the floor and slid it around my arms. I made my way to the kitchen, which did smell of pancakes, beacon and eggs. When I saw a plate full of food in my spot at the table and smiled. Food.

I sat down and started to cut up my pancakes. My mother walked over with a cup of coffee in her hands and smiled at me, "You excited?" She asked.

"Kind of. I'm ready to get on with my life." I told her with dosing my plate with syrup and started to dig in.

"You don't mean that. Trust me, when you get out of high school you'll miss the simple things of it and all of you friends." She answered.

"On my count, I have one friend and he wants to go to college in the same state that I do." I replied.

"What about all those other friends of yours, that you used to hang out with in our old neighborhood?" Mom asked.

"I guessed we just drifted apart." Truth was, ever since the accident we hadn't talked, some even avoided each other. Though I did get a smile and a wave from Selena, the rest haven't taken a second glance at me.

"Well, then try to drift back together, I know by the look on your face you miss them." Well, of course I missed them. They were my best friends, the ones I ran to when in need or trouble, but not so much anymore. I finished my plate and then smiled at my mom, "I'll try." I got up and dropped my plate in the sink and walked back to my room; opening up my closet and grabbing a pair of jean shorts, I slid them on and then searched for my favorite light green tank top, when I finally found it I slipped on a bra and then that and grabbed my brown belt, concentrating as I slid it through each loop. I looked my my mirror, taking a step back and looking at my handy work I then grabbed a white button down sweater and put it on, pushing the sleeves up to my elbows. There, good enough. I grabbed my bag, with everything I needed in it and my iPod off my dresser and headed for the door. I yelled bye at my mom and walked down the hall of our apartment building.

We moved into the apartment my freshmen year, after my dad left, it was cheaper and my mom said this way she can put more money into my college fund. I waited outside for my ride, aka my best friend, Taylor Lautner, he had bought a gold '95 olds mobile for cheap over the summer and it wasn't that bad of a car, if the air conditioning shut off all you had to do was kick under the glove box and it was start up again, other than that, it was perfect.

As he pulled up I pulled my iPod headphones out and paused my music, hopping in as I wrapped them up around my iPod.

"Morning, Taylor." I smiled at him.

"Morning, Taylor." He replied with his blinding white smile. It was a tradition of ours. Whenever it was the just the two of us hanging out we tried to use our name as much as possible.

"So, Taylor, are you excited for your first day of you senior year?" He asked.

"Not really, I've done first days so many times, I think the excitement fades around 10th grade. How about you, Taylor?" I answered.

"I am. I going to make sure that this year is going to be my year."

"You say that every year, and every year is the same." I paused and rolled my eyes, "You pick one girl to follow around for the year and yet you don't say one word to her and then you try out for every team but end up quitting the second day. And then you get depressed about all this and through yourself into your drawing and schoolwork, to the point where when I come over for ice cream you're doing either or. I doubt that is going to change." Taylor's parents owned Carols Creams, an ice cream and coffee place, they lived in the apartment above it.

"Okay, but I swear this year is going to be different." He replied, playing with the radio before landing on the Beatles Help! and cranking it up, ending our conversation for the moment. He knew I was right, which is why he didn't want to hear it.

We pulled into the parking lot about ten minutes later and parked in the back, this way no one would for sure hit our car and we called it our exercise of the day. When we got inside the school I hugged him goodbye and headed off to my first period of the day, English IV. When I walked in, i took a seat by the window and pulled out my iPod, putting it through the back of my shirt and one headphone in my ear, I pressed play and let 3OH!3 fill my ear and then slid it into my back pocket. I watched Joe Jonas walk through the door.

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