It's the first day of school at a new school, and I am terrified. To make things worse, I am transferring during the middle of the school year. THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR! My mom couldn't be nice enough and move us at the beginning of the school year. "Sophia! The bus is here! You don't want to be late on your first day!" Don't get me wrong, I love my mom but that is exactly what I want right now. "Coming!" I race down the stairs and out the door, but not before I hug my mom goodbye.

When I get on the bus I see many faces, and they are all looking at me. I take a seat in the front next to a kindergartner. We get to the high school in no time, and I am still terrified. I'm suppose to go to the office and get all the things I need (schedule, locker combination, a noose to hang myself with, okay they didn't give me that last one, but I wished they did.) I thank the old lady who was behind the desk and left. I looked at my schedule and cried as I read what classes I had. AP Calculus. Honors Anatomy. AP U.S. Government and Politics. Honors British and World Literature. French II. Psychology. I know I asked for these classes, but I could feel the gray hairs forming.

I go to my locker and try to open it. After three minutes of trying to open the locker, it finally opens. I put everything in there except for a notebook and pen, and I go to my first class. I walk in and tell the teacher the usual "I'm a new student blah, blah, blah" She tells me to take a seat anywhere, so I head straight for the back of the class. As I wait for class to start, I watch as more and more people enter the room. One in particular walked up to me and said, "You're in my seat." I look up and say, "Sorry. I didn't know someone sat here." She then smiles and says, "You must be new. I'll forgive you this time, but don't ever sit in this seat again." I nod and move up a desk. Class begins and I try to concentrate, but all I can focus on is how I haven't even been here for more than ten minutes, and I've already screwed up. I leave the thought alone and focus on the math in front of me, but yet again I get distracted. This time it's because the "princess" behind me keeps giggling at everything the Prince Charming next to her is saying. It is absolutely obvious that she likes him. From the way she laughs to the way she twirls her hair. It's pathetic. I would cry for her if I actually cared about her.

I go to my next two classes, and I swear to whatever God you believe in the amount of homework kept increasing. However, it is now the time of day that I had been looking forward to. It's lunch time. I go to my locker before lunch, but when I open it a note falls out. I pick it up from the floor and read it.

I am going to make this short and sweet. Ever since I first saw you, I’ve been in love with you. I love everything about you. Your hair. Your eyes. And even the small things that make you who you are. If you feel the same way (and I hope you do) please meet me after school in the library .

Love,

Daniel Smith

I drop the paper and begin to have an actual panic attack. What even is this?! I don't even know who Daniel Smith is?! What do I do? I leave and go to lunch, and try to think of what I could do. I get my food ( it looks suspiciously a lot like dog food) and begin to think. After a few minutes, I come up with a genius plan. I'm going to kill myself. Wait, no I can't do that. Shadow Hunters is about to be back on TV, and I can't afford to miss Season 2. I decide I should just go and tell Daniel Smith (whoever that is) that I don't feel the same way. Before lunch is over, I look up the guy on Facebook. I look through his profile and realize that he is the Prince Charming from my AP calculus class.

The bell rings, and I go to my next three classes ( and get even more homework than before). Before I know it, I'm walking to my locker and getting all of my stuff because it was the end of school and I had to go to the library. When I enter the library, the smell of old books hit me and I fall in love. Why didn't I come here sooner? I look around, and I finally see Prince Charming. I mean Daniel Smith. I begin to slowly walk up to him.

I finally reach him and say, "Hi." He looks down at me and says, "Do I know you?" I begin to freak out, "Um, you put this in my locker." I handed him the note. He begins to laugh and says "You have it all wrong. The note was meant for someone else. I mean think about it why would I be in love with you if I don't even know you. Next time you should think before you do something as embarrassing as this." I nod my head and leave in a scurry. When I get on my bus, I pray that this will all go away tomorrow because this is officially the worst day of my life.

(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction)