A year venturing back to my old school would be great. It was always fun at Oak Grove Middle. So many memories from the earlier years. Boy, at first, it made me rethink that idea. I found myself forcing my bike up the same old boring boring Cemetary Hill from the previous year. It would have taken me three minutes tops to get to school walking, originally, but the School Board decided to tear down the school and rebuild it. I didn't consider it so old, and if anything that they should have gotten a start on rebuilding the high school we were set to temorary re-locate behind. All they figured they had to do was pave some walkways and toss in a few portables and there you have it: temporary re-location. It worked for most students, but not a lot of parents and boy was there a lot of debate.

Cemetary Hill was so frustrating to ride up every day, but quite enjoyable to slide down. I had to wait a whole first day to ride it back down, though. It wouldn't be so bad the first day, actually, because that meant no homework or anything, just finding new classes and catching up with friends. I was a bit excited, but with every year always came longing for the summer to return. I got to the bike racks when I realized I didn't know where to go for sure. Great way to start my last year in middle school. I headed to the office, hoping to see a few others with my laziness and forgetfulness. Of course, there was a line of them at the office. My school wasn't exactly Harvard or Yale in middle school form, let's just say that. When it was finally my turn, the woman behind the desk told me to go to eighth grade administration. Fortunately, I knew where it was.

On my way down, I tried to get under as many umbrellas as I could. There were quite a lot. I could hardly avoid getting any less soaked, anyway, but I could try. Halfway there and I had looked like I pulled myself out of a pool. I finally saw someone I knew. Victoria. She had been my best friend since about fourth grade. She had a bright future, everyone could tell. She had gone through wanting to be things from the line of a doctor to a lawyer, a doctor being the occupation of her mother and sister.

"Nice hair!" I complimented. A few days earlier she had told me about how she had it cut. It was about halfway down her neck, then. Still brunette; unlike many other girls she stuck with her original hair color. She didnt get quite enough time to greet me back as the crowds of Oak Grove weren't friendly ones.

Finally, I got to the administration office, and they told me to go to the main office.I feared I would never get to first period. I ran down the sidewalk to the main office. The crowds had dissapeared quite amazingly. When I got to the main office, Victoria, still the only familiar face I had seen, was there. We spent some time catching up, but not for long, because the band teacher came around the corner of the desk from behind the wall seperating the head desk from an apparent hallway of elective rooms. He called me over, telling me his class was my first period. I knew today would be eventful.