It was just another day. I was sitting on the curb, waiting for the bus to come. A half-eaten roll of fruity Mentos was in my pocket. I stared down the road when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
"Um excuse me, but is this the bus stop for Serenity High School?" A gorgeous boy stood over my shoulder. He has the bluest eyes I've ever seen, and shoulder-length, flippy black hair. He was dressed in jeans and a plain black t-shirt.
I gaped at him for a moment before replying. "Yes it is. I'm Virginia. I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?"
He smiled at me. "Yeah, I am. I'm Darren. Nice to meet you."
"So," I said, "how old are you? What grade?"
"I'm eighteen and a senior, and you?"
"Seventeen and the same."
The bus took this opportunity to pull up, splashing me with water from last night's rain. I climbed up the stairs and was immediately pulled into the back, where all my friends sit. I lost Darren while everyone laughed at my horrible luck.
I know then that senior year is going to be crazier than any year before, and I was ready. We're pulling up to school now. Just had to take a second and write.
Virginia Louise King