Here we go again
Another year, and another boring school year. Year ten it is, and Sam Donaldson comes back to high school for his second year. Old friends are returning, and perhaps some new ones to be made.
Sam has been known to be the complaining type. He doesn’t like school, but he takes pride in his achievements. He’s lazy, but he has motivation when pushed hard enough. He is a slim boy, and has very short, brown hair. His complexion follows him everywhere as he has been nicknamed “the Albino kid”
“Welcome to your Grade 10 Student Round-Up!” said the leader of Link Crew.
The link crew is pretty much the people who show you around, and given that year ten’s have a tendency to forget their way around, it’s convient for them, especially Sam.
“You will be split up into three groups, all to the corresponding colors you drew earlier on.” The link crew leader said once more.
Sam already was getting tired of hearing her talk.
After the students were split up into their three groups, they went on their re-tour of the school, which lasted for several hours. In that time, Sam thought of ways how he’ll escape this unfair hell. In his own right mind, the round-up was stupid, but for some odd reason, the school thought otherwise. However, the only thing that was worth this boring time was seeing friends, and perhaps scoring some numbers from some hot chicks. Yup, that’s what lit the drive for Sam’s motivation.
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A week after the Round-up, school began, and just moments away from the wide-spread scramble that the students would obviously make, Sam sunk it in, for in just a few moments, his summer is officially over, and he will have to sit down in boring classes, listen to the boring teachers, and do even more boring homework. Like anyone gave a flying hoot about homework, but it is required for school and such.
*RING*
The warning bell went off, and the scramble has thus began.
Trying to make his way to his first class, Sam remembered that he forgot his class schedule at his house.
“Well this is just great.” Outing the words in angry tones, Sam began pacing back and forth for a good minute until he had no choice but to go to the office, which if he knew his luck, he’d be going there quite often throughout the year, and perhaps some visits not by choice. Whether or not the visits wouldn’t be his choice, this time was just to get his class schedule…which he has a bad habit of forgetting every year since the sixth grade.
“Here we go again…"
