I haven't even walked into the school building and I already hate it. "Do I have to?" I whined to Wendy. "Yes, you need an education." She replied calmly.

I rolled my eyes and went back to staring at my new school. "I know this is hard, Candy." Wendy looked at me, almost in a motherly way. "But, you need to do this, school is important, even in the afterlife."

I took a deep breath, even though I don't have to breath anymore, and slowly floated towards the school.

"I'll pick you up at 2:15!" Wendy said as I floated away. "I'll be counting down the minutes." I muttered to myself.

I opened up the doors to my new school, and it was completely normal. I felt kinda underwhelmed. I don't really know what I expected, I guess I wanted to see a complete madhouse, with people fighting, pens and papers being thrown around, and graffiti all over the walls. But at least the halls were super crowded. 'Geez, I say that as if its a good thing.'

I tried to get through the halls and find my locker, but it was practically impossible! I couldn't see the locker numbers, considering all the people and how I'm only 5'3 feet tall.

Suddenly, I heard the bell ring, and people started rushing to class. This made finding my locker even harder now that people were running, and I had to find my class all in the span of 5 minuets!

I quickly floated over to the 800 section in the school, bumping into people along the way. "881, 882, 883! This ones mine!" After failing to put my locker combination in about 3 or 4 times, I finally managed to open it.

I flung open the door, took my binder out of my backpack, shoved my backpack into my locker, slammed the door shut, and realized I had no idea where my first period was.

I wandered the halls, looking for room 170. Wendy told me that all the rooms that started with a 100 were on the bottom floor while the 200's were on the top, so I stuck to the bottom.

Before I could even find room 160, the second bell rang. Which meant class had started and that I was late. "Oh great," I groaned. "Perfect way to start off your first day, Candy."

At this point, rushing to class would be pointless. So I slowly located room 170, and awkwardly opened the door, trying to hide my face in my long hair.

"Are you Candy?" The teacher piped up. She was an old woman with those generic circle frame glasses. "Uh, y-yeah." I replied quietly. "Well, please take a seat."

'Where?!' I thought. 'I don't know where to sit!' So I slowly sat down in a seat at the front of the classroom. The teacher stood up, walked in front of us and said "Welcome to math! I'm Mrs. Smith. Now, since today is the first day of school, I thought we should play a get-to-know you game. How does that sound?"

The class cheered in the most unenthusiastic voice you can imagine, but I don't blame them. Teachers do these dumb get-to-know you games every year.

Mrs. Smith pulled out a beach ball with different questions written all over them. "We're going to toss this ball around and which ever question your right thumb lands on is the question you must answer. Oh, and you must state your name as well."

With that, Mrs. Smith through the ball into the air, and a boy with curly brown hair, dark skin, and deep brown/gold eyes caught it. He sat behind and across from me.

"'What is your favorite TV show?' Well, first off, my name is Giovanni Latanya but just call me Gio. As for my favorite show I'd have to say Saul vs the Evil Forces." He said proudly. 'No way,' I thought. 'He likes the same show that I like.'

Giovanni, or Gio, then threw the ball to the back of the room. After a little while, I caught the ball. "My name is Candy Grenada, and my fondest Human World memory is when I got first bike." I said timidly.

"Ah, youth." Mrs. Smith sighed dreamily.

About half an hour later, everyone in the class had gone. And as soon as Mrs. Smith took the ball away, she asked Gio, of all people, to help pass out worksheets.

I was mad that we had worksheets on the first day, but at least I got a better view of my new crush. When he got to my table, I gladly took the paper, secretly enthused that I'd be working on a paper that Giovanni Latanya had touched. 'Does that sound creepy? Probably.'

I tried to work on the math, key word tried, but I kept thinking about Gio, and the way his eyes sparkled underneath his curly dark hair that fell perfectly in front of his face, as it didn't cover up his entire face, but it didn't completely show off his face either.

One class period later, everyone is waiting for the bell to ring. As I was gathering my stuff together, I dropped my pencil. And just who picked it up?

"Is this yours?" Gio walked up to me and held out my pencil. "Uh, yeah. Thanks." I sputtered. No problem." Gio replied. He walked back to his desk as I stared at my pencil.

'Oh my gosh! How much more cliche can you get?!'