A story of two friends who lose their chance in high school. I know that sounds like a killer, but I promise it doesn't end there. The story starts at the beginning of their freshman year, follows into their college years, and ends sometime after. I'm not quite sure how I want to end this just yet, so if you're willing to follow through, maybe we can find out together. I know it seems long, but I promise most of these chapters are ridiculously short, unlike most of my other works, so I hope you enjoy this one.

This one is kind of a project I've given myself. It's been a while since I've written anything really, so I want to try out this story that I don't yet know how to end and I plan to write every chapter differently, like one in first person, the second in third person, and the third, then maybe the fourth in second person (okay, maybe not that last one - that'd be a little too ambitious)

Part 1: Freshman Year

I've Just Seen A Face (The Beatles)
The first day of school

The freshman girl walked into her penultimate class of the day, Algebra 2, slightly panicked. She was headed into a classroom where there was bound to be no one but upperclassmen, none of whom she knew. Stepping through the doorway did not prove otherwise; the half full classroom seemed to be filled with only the bodies of students she'd never seen before.

And, of course, that meant none of her friends were there. Joy.

The ten minute warning bell rang, startling the girl. She quickly turned and scurried down the aisle closest to her and made a beeline for the seat furthest in back. Plopping down on the hard seat, she pulled off her thin black sweatshirt to reveal a black T-shirt underneath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead then rubbed her eyes. She could hear the students rushing in the door; none seemed to be heading her way.

Looks like it's gonna be a looong year, she thought to herself, looking around the classroom. She shrugged it off and pulled out her folder. She didn't mind too much. She was used to not really being noticed.

Little did she know that someone already had noticed her from the moment she'd walked in the door.

The freshman boy had been minding his own business, waiting patiently for class to start, when he just happened to look at the front door of the large classroom.

And that was when she walked in.

She was the pretty girl standing in the doorway, framed perfectly by the September afternoon sun. She stood there for a few seconds, then all but sprinted down the aisle when the second warning bell rang.

Those few seconds were just enough to hook the boy. From the moment he saw her, he could not take his eyes off her. She looked like an exotic angel in black, and he knew he had to meet her. Something about her drew him to her. Something alluring; something…intriguing.

He just had to find out what.

Author's Note:

I realize I have not given the main characters names – I don't plan to. I want the main characters in this story to remain anonymous. Don't ask why – I wouldn't be able to give you an answer because I don't know. I just don't want them to have names. I don't know. Maybe it would be easier for my readers to put themselves in these two peoples' situation? Who knows; bear with me please and thank you (: