Chapter 1: First day of school
Skiro
I woke up to my mom's voice saying “get up, Its your first day of school!”,as she woke me up from a nice dream. I opened my eyes and then waited for for my mom to leave the room. Then I got up in the room that was still new to me. I had only been in Spanish Fort a week so everything still looked strange. Reaching into my suitcase,I got out a pink T-shirt and jean shorts. After putting them on I went into the bathroom,peed,and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I smiled at the nice tan I got from going to the beach earlier that week. Seeing my messy,long,black hair, I started to braid it. When it was through,I looked at the clock and was shocked! I had to go! So I ran out the door just in time to catch the bus!

Murphy
I was sitting in a corner of the lunchroom,waiting for the bell.
It was chaos in there, but that was to be expected from the first day of being a Junior in high school. Everyone was excited and catching up with their friends.
I looked at the table in front of the empty one I was sitting at. Savannah,my only friend, was sitting with her new,popular friends. She waved for me to sit with her but I shook my head. I would have sat with her except I saw the other girls faces and knew that they wouldn't welcome a dude over to their table unless he was hot and dating one of them.
So instead I looked over at the boys table where all the football players sat. The brothers,Tony and Robert, were sitting there. Tony was the Runner-back and Robert was the Quarterback. Tony had a new buzz cut that I thought made his head look big but he was still very good looking. With his dark blue eyes,shining white teeth,and tanned skin, everyone had to agree that he was the hottest guy in school-and he knew it. He was smiling and winking at almost every girl that passed. I would have fainted if he ever looked at me that way. NO! I said firmly in my head I am a boy who should like girls, not thinking of football players!
I looked away quickly and started to pick at my nails. But,of course, my mind went back to Tony. I remembered how last year his short brown hair had fell around his face. Its what made me get the same style hair, but over the summer I didn't cut my hair so it was now long and wavy. I could not think to do anything else with my blond hair but put it in a ponytail.
Then a busload of teens came into the the lunchroom. Most of them were in younger classes and the ones that were Juniors I recognized as they found their group of friends. And then someone very different and new walked in.