The cool air of the hallway felt like a comfort to me as I entered the now familiar hallway next to the band hall. I have walked down this hallway almost... three months! It has felt like time has just flown by! Over the past few months, the band has become my second family, and a big one at that. About three hundred people were in the band program which always meant you could meet someone new and find a place where you fit in. Of course, I was a bit at a disadvantage since I was in colorguard.
Honestly, I didn't even know what colorguard was until my mother suggested I try out since one of my friends was going to try out so I reluctantly agreed. It couldn't have gone any worse for me as my extreme shyness and fear of people meant I nearly cried almost every minute to the daily hour rehearsals, but I somehow managed to push through and made it. I'm not going to lie, it was still a struggle even after I made it in, always nervous about people judging me, I tended to remain really quiet. Well.... until I started meeting band people that is...
"LILLY!" A voice cheered, snapping me from my thoughts as I turned my head with a smile to see one of my best friends since kindergarten. I don't know how I lucked out on getting her as a friend, and on the first day of being in kindergarten! That summer I had moved to the area so my family was closer to my grandparents and I had to leave behind my two closest friends, but I also made two new ones the first day of school so I felt happy throughout elementary school, mainly didn't talk in classes, but my...
"Ehm? Earth to Lilly? You tired?" Jolie asked with a teasing smile as I snapped back again.
"Sorry, just thinking about how excited I a, to be here and see everyone," I replied happily as she laughed, shaking her head.
"How can you be happy to be back at school?"
I shrugged while laughing, most of us related school to more of a prison where we were forced to go and if you tried to escape, they would hunt you down and bring you back, there were certain hours for each thing in day, a routine, and then there was the time they would let us out of our cells as in we got to go home. To us, there is no difference between a school and a prison, and that's how we all felt this morning.
Jolie sighed as the bell rung, frowning a little with unhappiness, "Off to class we go." I nodded, dreading the walk across the whole campus to get to my first class, but at least it was a somewhat enjoyable class, biology. So off we went, two freshmen who had almost no clue what we were doing with our lives, and yet still naive to the suppression of GPA's and class rank. We were still in a blissful stage of happiness and content with the world around us that the school had yet to destroy.

********************************************************************************************************

First period honestly was a blur, even though I did try and pay attention, it went by quickly as I had mainly written notes and sketched in the margins of my biology notebook which was a simple red spiral. I was lucky to have a few friends in my first period class, a blessing compared to my third period which I dreaded everyday, math.
Somehow, I just could never get the more complex ways of solving systems of numbers and all the various ways you could get there which I think freaked me out the most, I would always mix up two different ways of doing problems which is why I never got good grades in math. But, before that nightmare of solitude, I was able to have theatre which also was a simple blessing for me as I made a few friends in there and have the chance to be creative!
Lunch was uneventful for me, just casual talk at my table of friends about mainly insignificant topics or issues in our lives. But, I must say I loved the food, I got to eat this make your pasta bowl choice, it was so nice to have something tasting so good from schoo! The only thing after such a fulfilling lunch was colorguard and after that, a two hour band rehearsal which wore me out and brought me to tears which was pretty normal.
Just how my life was now, how it functioned, the steady rhythm of how my fist year in highschool would go.
Except, just below the surface of the dullness, stupidity, and naive nature of most of my grade, a plot was rising to the surface that would soon take away the life I was starting to love. The restless and provoked hide stealthily amongst the others who have accepted what their life has become, the wicked and manipulative mill amongst the sheep, their wolf fangs waiting for the right time to tear out the sheep's heart, but the vengeful and merciful were yet to rise for the chaos which would create them was on the verge of forming.