I woke up one morning and everything changed. Before today I was living in Ohio, minding my own business, hanging out with my friends planning what to do during the summer. Next thing I know my mom gets a job offer she just couldn’t refuse. I was glad that she finally got a great job, that she could help more people, and make a lot more money, but when she said we had to move all the way to Wellington, Florida. You can imagine how fast my happiness had demised. So, here I am in a new state with a new school where I don’t know anyone at all. My name is Spencer Carlin and my life has gone straight to hell.

Beep! Beep! I wake up to the most annoying sound in the world. I grab my phone and take off my alarm. God, who goes to school at 6:50, really why did they have to make us go to school so god damn early. I get up to do what I always do, take a shower, brush my teeth, and find something to wear. I decide I just put a nice t-shirt with some new jeans.

“Spencer, hurry up or you will be late for your first day of high school!” My mom screams like if I can’t hear her outside the door. I get my bag and grab an apple on my way out. My brother and I get into the car and drive to our new school.

“Spencer, hurry up or you will be late for your first day of high school!” My mom screams like if I can’t hear her outside the door. I get my bag and grab an apple on my way out. My brother and I get into the car and drive to our new school.
Wellington High School, I bet it didn’t take them long to come up with that. The school is more wide than tall. I somehow found my way to my classes with no problem which is surprising because I’ve never been here. My first class was French, which seemed pretty cool, the teach wasn’t so bad. Photography was pretty boring, but hey I wanted to learn how to take better pictures, right? Human geography, totally sucked why did I take this AP class, the teach already gave me homework on the first day, asshole. Biology was ok, the teach was hilarious. Geometry was alright, haven’t really decided on the teach. H.O.P.E (P.E. pretty much) was boring all we did was sit around. English was pretty good, the teach was crazy but in a good way you know.