Monday, High Green
I sit down on my advanced english class, i grab my notebook and my pencil case
"Hey" i hear Alex say by my side, i never really gave a thought but there is something about his voice, it is eccentric, unique
"Hi, if it weren't for yesterday i would never have imagined you in this class, whatever you're quite late"
"Yes, blame it on the tequila" he says and we are both giggling
"You are the one who write the songs, aren't you?"
"Yes, I really enjoy it, but what about you do you write?"
"Not songs but i like writing poems and stories"
"Like books?"
"Pretty much"

After class the teacher assigns us a homework which is to write a little poem about the city we live in, i am doomed, i mean I have been here for like a week I don't know this place so well and i am attached to it
"What do you plan on writing?" Alex asks me while we are walking to our lockers
"I don't know but i do know that i am screwed" i say opening mine
"Well, what are up to after school?" He asks closing his
"Nothing, why?"
"If you want i can show you around, maybe something will inspire you"
"I would love it, thanks"
"So meet me on my car after"
"Right"