Ashley's POV: Ugh, I'm not used to getting up this early. Actually, I haven't been up this early for a long time. Not since I was in High School, myself, but I promised Katie I would take her to school on her first day. I yawn deeply as I get out of bed, and slowly make my way to my bathroom.
I get in the shower, and clean up, then wrap a towel around my waist and head for my closet. I quickly get dressed, then grab my keys, and head out. I think I'll take my motorcycle today, since she loves it so much. Maybe that will help with the shitty mood she's bound to be in.
I put my helmet on, and make sure I have the one for her with me, then head out to her place. When I get there, I get off the bike, and walk up to the front door, where Dahvie answers, and happily lets me in.
"Ugh! Where is it?!" I hear my girlfriend's voice scream out, as she descends the stairs in a white and black t-shirt, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of black studded boots. She seems to be ready, but clearly she's flustered over finding something.
"What are you looking for?" Jayy asked.
"My goddamned jacket!" she shouts, running around like a chicken with her head cut off.
I look at the chair I was standing next to, and see one of her leather jackets, and pick it up. I hold it up, and ask, "Is this the jacket you're looking for, baby?"
She looks over at me, then smiles and says, "Yes! Oh, thank you, babe!" then takes it from me, and kisses my cheek.
"You're welcome. So, ready for your first day?" I ask.
"Not in the slightest," she grumbles. So Jayy and Dahvie haven't told her what school she's going to yet, huh? Well, this should be really fun.
"Have a nice day, kiddo," Dahvie says, hugging her.
"Doubt it," she murmurs, hugging him back.
"You'll do fine. Hell, you might even like this school, Micro," Jayy adds, hugging her and she hugs him back.
She rolls her eyes at him, then mouths, "Wishful thinking," to me, which makes me laugh.
I slip an arm around her waist, then say, "Come on. Don't want to be late."
She grabs her Pokémon backpack, then we head out to my bike. She smiles slightly at me, then grabs her helmet and slips it on, while I get on the bike. She slides on behind me, and when she has a firm hold around my waist, we take off.
I speed down the road towards the school, and when we get there, she gets off, and looks at the sign. I watch as her jaw drops open as she reads the schools name.
I talked Jayy and Dahvie into sending her to Los Angeles County High School for the Arts, which is about a 10 minute drive from their house. 15 from mine.
"No way," she whispers in awe.
"Yes way, baby," I tell her.
"But how? There's a huge waiting list to get in this school," she asked.
"Well, CC graduated from here. Said it was an awesome school, and pulled a few strings with the principal to get you in this year," I explain.
"Seriously?" she asked.
"Yep. While CC was trying to get you in, I spoke with Jayy and Dahvie about it. They loved the idea, and so you know, I'll be picking you up after school too," I tell her, then kiss her temple, and say, "Now, when you walk in those doors, you're going to turn right, and the second door on the left is the office. That's where you'll get your schedule. And while you're at it, just try to have fun while here."
She turns to me, and kisses me. When she pulls away, she has a beautiful smile on her face, and then heads inside.
Katie's POV: I can't believe they actually got me in here. Of all the schools in LA, they actually got me in at Los Angeles County High School for the Arts!
Once inside, I look around at all the beautiful art work on the walls, as I walk to the office. When I get into the office, a woman asked, "May I help you?"
"Umm, I hope so. My name is Katie Monroe-Vanity, and I'm a new student here. I was told to come here to get my schedule," I say.
"Ah, yes. Katie, we've been expecting you," she says, shuffling through some papers, then passes me an envelope with my name on it. I thank her, then pull out the two slips of paper. One tells me where my locker is, my combination, and there's a map of the school beneath it. The other is my classes.
Period 1: Music Theory 1
Period 2: Physics
Period 3: Modern World History
Period 4: French 3/4
-Lunch-
Period 5: English 12
Period 6: Trigonometry
Period 7: Concert Choir
Period 8: Mixed Choir
Wow. Alright, where's Music Theory 1 located, then? I look at the map, and find it, and oddly enough, it's right across from my locker. Hmm...Not bad. Thank you, CC.
I walk to my locker, then take care of what I need to before the bell rings. I get my stuff in my locker, then head to my first class.
As I'm entering the room, I run straight into this blonde girl, who glares at me, and says, "Watch it, freak!" then gets up and storms out. Great, my first day, first period class, and already my dream school is turning into a nightmare.
I sigh, then gather up my stuff, and head for a empty desk. There's a guy next to me, who actually looks like a younger version of Andy. He looks at me, and says, "Hey, you're the new girl, right?"
I nod, but remain silent, then he says, "I'm Rocket. Pleasure to meet you...?"
"Katie," I murmur, taking his outstretched hand in my own, and shaking it weakly.
"Pretty name, Katie," he says, "If you have a nickname you prefer, you should introduce yourself with it. Around here, we don't really use our real names."
I nod, then say, "Well, in that case, I'm Micro."
"There you go. That's much better," he says, teasingly, and winking at me.
I giggle, then say, "So, Rocket, was it?" he nods, "So, how long have you been at this school?"
"Since my Sophomore year," he tells me, "You're going to like it here. Trust me. It's so much better than public school."
I nod, and he asked, "Would you like me to show you around the school sometime?"
"Sure. Thanks," I say.
"Alright, cool. So, let me see your schedule?" he asked.
I pass him my schedule, and he smiles. He takes his out, and says, "We have almost every class together. Only difference is the language. I have phys ed at that time."
"Really? Cool," I say, then he passes my schedule back to me, and our teacher comes to the front of the class, and says, "Alright. Welcome to Music Theory 1...."