I walked into my school by myself. Katie wasn’t by my side and neither was Nick. Yeah, I had other friends but they all were on vacation with one another. That just left me hanging. Nick and Katie were going to be home schooled for the beginning of the tour. I’d take that any day rather gross school lunches, teachers that practically chew your head off, disgusting school locker rooms, and jocks that think their all that. High school was prison. People say you find out who you really are during these four years, but, is that really true?
I opened my locker and a pink slip of paper fell out. I picked it up and read what it said. It was for the school dance. This was great. Just what I needed at a time like this. I estimated about 0% of the male population in my school would ask me out. I was probably right even though math wasn’t my best subject.