High School: A place where people are suppose to find out who they are or who they want to become. Where you meet a guy that you will call your high school sweetheart and be your one true love. Hm, sounds fun.

I'm a junior now and I still haven't found my "high school sweetheart." I'm not really looking for him, but it could be nice to have someone.

Half-way through the school year and my junior year felt...empty.

Kate, my best friend, has been dating Brian and I hope it turns out well because I am not looking forward to having Kate be constantly talking about the break-up and what could possibly be wrong with her for having the relationship be over. I remember our freshman year, Kate had her first serious boy friend and when the relationship ended, I had to endure two (almost three) weeks of "girl time," which included getting pedicures/manicures, eating ice cream by the pint and shopping. It was nice for a couple of days but then it just got very sad.

I walked over to my locker even though I didn't really have a reason to go there. I just didn't want to arrive to my first class early and experience the awkward silence with the teacher as we wait for the bell to ring. I put in my combo and just looked through my locker, then I looked into my backpack and back to my locker.

I sighed and thought to myself, "Just one more year and a half-"

"Ana!" Kate called.

I looked up to see Kate looking like she just stepped out of a page of Seventeen Magazine. How could someone be taking five AP classes with extra curricular activities still look like that?

"Oh hey, Kate!" I greeted back.

"Ok, so for the yearbook, I am writing a story about people who have grown up in this town and have been going to school here in Bellevue! I need for you to answer some questions so I'll meet you during lunch or after school, okay?!"

"Um o-"

And without letting me finish, she claps her hands and hugs me.

"Thanks Ana! I'll see you later!" Kate runs off, saying hi to people, just like any of the loved popular girls in movies.

I walked towards my AP Composition class, sat down on my assigned sit and watched as other students piled in. My teacher is very sassy and judgmental, very forgetful as well, but had the typical English teacher look. The bell rang and my day has officially started.

"Take out your copy of Henry V and annotate! Oh, and here is a worksheet that I want you all to fill out as you read! The worksheet asks for quotes, page numbers or lines, and your own interpretation of Shakespeare's words! You can work in groups, partners or alone. Whichever you prefer so alright, get going!" She walked around the class with a stack of the worksheet and had students pass it down.

I really enjoy Shakespeare even though most of the other kids in my class did not, so I worked by myself knowing I can work faster on my own. I was on the part where King Henry recited his famous speech when the door opened and everyone in class got really quiet. The boy stood by the door, still holding the handle and looked around the room. He seemed older, probably not a junior. I'm guessing lost, accidentally walked in the wrong door after using the restroom. I remember doing that, probably one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. I shake the thought and looked at the boy by the door and our eyes met. Or maybe he was just looking at Ms. Alice who was standing behind me and hovering over my work. Ms. Alice looked up when she noticed the silence and cocked her head to one side, looking confused.

"Hello! Are you lost Mr...?" Ms. Alice asked.

"This is room 315? AP Composition?"

"Yes...Wait! You are the new student! Christopher Grey?" Ms. Alice suddenly looked flustered.

He smiles politely to Ms. Alice and corrects her, "Christian Grey."

"I'm sorry, Christian! I had totally forgotten we were going to have a new member in our class. Well, sit wherever you'd like! Wait no, there's only one seat left, behind Ms. Steele, right here."

I felt myself blush as Ms. Alice pointed to me.

Christian walked towards his new assigned seat, nodding and greeting me, "Ms. Steele."