It’s a warm sunny day at Oakland High school. You had just moved her from Georgia and now leaving here in Maine! You were excited for your new school year, though so far? People have been giving you looks… you get to school and you’re already late.

On your first day, too.

You wait in the office, a yellow, clean late slip between your fingers. The principal called a boy up named River to come give you a tour of the school. After a few minutes of waiting in a plastic chair next to the door of the office, you see a handsome boy standing in front of you, his messy, thick, dirty blonde hair. I look up at him, meeting his blue eyes and easy-going smile.