"It's been 94 days, 16 hours, 12 minutes and 34 seconds since she last walked the halls of Waller High School.

She's been more than ready to again walk the hallways she has walked since her freshman days. Even if it meant she wouldn't walk them again the following year, nor see her friends for quite sometime.

Being as quick as her legs would carry her, she journeyed to the one corner she's always known, which laid deep in the cafeteria that could hold well over 1,500 students.

She being greeted by many faces of students, teachers, and faculty as she walked by.

She wasn't popular, she refused to believe in popularity. She considered herself the average popular, not pretty, not ugly. Just average. She never being the vain type. Looks, meaning nothing.

Her age now is 17. Her height about 5'10, her skin clear and pale. Her hair was hip length a brown and in certain lighting red. Her eyes are what makes her unique, they are a Autumn Gold-." I interrupt him by slapping the back of his head lightly.

"Monaloging me already?" I ask him with a playful glare.

"Sorry Samantha," Said Max, or in this high school he's more known as 'Video Tapper.' Mainly because he's the top video recorder and producer within the state. Soon to be Nation.

"It's just this is your last year here. I want to make it the best one yet." Max had finished.

Max was a Sophomore this year. Dirty blonde hair on his head, with green hazel eyes. Relatively short for his age, weighing about 120 pounds. Wearing his casual boot cut jeans and a plain jane green T-shirt. Black converse on his feet. Broad in his shoulders and squared in his hips.

"Max," I roll my eyes and sigh to him, a small smile present on my face.

"You need to understand you have 10 more months with me, I'm not leaving for a while now." I reply.

"10 months?" He asks.

"10 more months." I reply.

He sighs. "Okay."

I pat his shoulder, then walk to our little corner in the cafeteria, where all of us meet, and by all of us I literally mean all 49 of us.

49, all who are proud members of the 2018-2019 Anime Club.

As I walk up to the group a huge swarm of students hugging me to death. All ages of the high school students lay in this corner. An I knew that this was my very last of the first day of school group hugs.

You could say that I myself am very emotional when it comes to saying goodbye. So we've learned to say it only if we had truly meant it.

"We missed you Sam-Senpai!" Said little freshman Skylar. She was like a mini freshman me, back when I was in her shoes. Personality to behavior, the whole nine yards. We near to necks identical. I knew her brother who graduated three years ago. He went straight to Marine Corps Camp. We keep in touch as much as possible.

To everyone in this school I was called by three names. Sam-Senpai, 3 shot or Samantha Day.

I personally didn't care what I was called. I wasn't all talk, unlike some people I know.

"Sam-Senpai? When is the first meeting?" Asks Skylar. A senpai is someone who is of a higher social standard. Or someone in which you look up too, according to the Japanese language.

"Hopefully soon. I have to meet up with Mrs. Speer on that." I smiled back to her.

Being the manager, or more so the very leader of the Anime Club I have my final 4 year term this year, following that guideline I then choose a freshman halfway through the year, mentor them to take necessary precautions to manage the club and make most of the decisions. I have a feeling that Skylar, little Skylar was the freshman i'll choose.

'We Will Rock You,' began to play and fill the air. The upperclassmen and sophomores already shouting and chanting. Clapping and stomping to the beat. I smile to myself and cross my arms over my chest.

"The Master of Celebrations already?" I ask myself quietly as he jumps onto the four foot tall stage towards the front of the cafeteria.

"Waller! Waller! Waller!" He speaking through the mic extending the 'All' for chanting purposes. Everyone following behind.

He then does his backflip, the crowd going silent once he lands.

"How are you guys doing this morning?" He asks rubbing his hair. He smiling and breathing a bit hard.

Everyone cheers in response.

"Glad to see, the new fishies (a Texas term for Freshman), some of the old ones. I tell you what, lunch just gets harder and harder to get." He had said, then with wide eyes looking up and down the crowd like Jeff Dunham does with his Puppets.

Everyone giggled as he straightened up.

"But," He paused. "We all know what is going down tonight, we all know I ain't up here for Volleyball or Football," He moved his head weird and made a old lady like expression. He then returned to serious. "We all know my sport, Ladies Basketball! Where are my girls!" He hollers into the mic as all the girls on my team stood, people cheering and shouting. I hiding in the back corner next to Jared who smiled at my shyness.

"Wait, wait wait," He looks around as the cheering died down. "We're missing one. Where are you 3 Shot?" He then asks.

Jared looked to me. "Sorry Sam-Senpai. I have orders," He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "Found her!" Jared yelled.

See, I hate the attention, I play basketball for the fun of it, not the fame.

"Come on up Sammy Day!" Yelled Michael, The Master of Celebrations.

"Sorry Sam-Senpai, Michael knew you'd hideout." Jared said hand over the back of my knee caps.

"Michael put you up to this!" I hollered over the crowds of people.

Michael being the Master of Celebrations was the best decision the school had made, he's fun. Energetic and very, very open. He has no limits for the life of the party.

Today he wore white skinny jeans, with a white button down T-shirt. A black vest with a red tie around his neck. A black hat covered his black curly hair and dark brown skin. His eyes are blue.

"Jared I will hunt you down and kill you in your sleep if you don't put me down right now!" I shout.

"No can do cracker jack." He quoted.

Jared had stood me up right on the stage by setting me on my feet. Michael already had me beside him, his left arm over my shoulders.

"An this, this right here little fishes is our very own pride and joy. If you want history to be made, best watch this girl shoot her signature shot and score us a another National win!" He shouted loud and proud, the facility handing me my new letterman.

It was a Adult small, the main color was maroon and strips of white on the sleeve cuffs and the cuff on the neck. Even the patches outlines, along with the W's. I was lettered for three things, all of which were lettered onto the W for Waller on the left chestal area. Basketball, FFA and Anime. On the right sleeve was my graduation year patch, 2019. An all my high school basketball jersey numbers. On the left sleeve was the US flag, the Texas flag. Anime Club in crazy letters. My 4-H and FFA patch as well.

On the back was my last name in fancy letters, with a tail which ran under my last name. In white lettering under my last name on that tail was my nickname, 3 shot. Sam-Senpai on the back of the neck cuff.

"True she's the only white girl, true she had no real purpose for trying out Freshman year but by God she did, and we couldn't be more than happier with her on our team. For the very last year, soon, the last time." He said as the crowd drew quiet.

He took my hand kissing my knuckles then raising my hand in his above our heads.

"Waller!" He called out as everyone chanted it over and over and over.

⇼

The saying all good things must come to an end is clearly an understatement. As much as we love the feelings that make us who we are and makes us feel fuzzy inside. It gets annoying after a certain period of time.

I walked into my first period class, conveniently led by my Junior Varsity (or JV for short) Coach, his name Coach Derek Smith. I heed a warning to myself every year not to annoy him during season, but I have never actually done it.

Once we meet eyes I swear we have a showdown like aura between one another, he walks up to me. I to him, only I can vaguely hear the imaginary spurs on my imaginary leather riding boots.

He stopped in front of me, then ruffled my hair like I was some abandoned puppy he had just rescued.

"You're a Senior already, I remember you as a little Freshman," He said as I swatted his hand away. "You hated me."

"Hated? I didn't necessarily hate you, I just had lack of better judgement." I say as he looks to my letterman which was on my body.

"Sure kiddo." He pointed to my desk, Middle aisle, first row. Right in the front of the classroom, the quote in quote, 'Bad Kid Chair!'

"The trouble maker seat, you're already being mean." I complain.

"Hush, i'm just getting my fun in." He replied with a sly and devilish smile.

I roll my eyes at him then sit down. Pulling out my Math Binder and filled out the tabs and that was all to be done for today. Surprisingly.

I then watch the students walk in, some looking to me excited, others in shock that I was actually in this class. I lay my head on the desk, waiting for the bell. Other figures catch the side of my eye but don't concern me. That until I hear a voice behind me.

"I hear you're the leading lady for the Anime Club." The voice said, it was deep and kind. Definitely rustic, the faintest accent of Wyoming filtering through.

I turn around, not to be rude, then I see him. My cheeks growing warm. He was definitely handsome, between 1 to 10 he was definitely a 12. He had long silver grey hair which was in a hip length braid over his left shoulder, and draped over his chest. His skin was pale, but it fit him well. He wore dark blue skinny jeans, a white tee shirt and a worn out black leather jacket. You could tell he had worked out often. He was a thin and muscular male, narrow hips and broad shoulders. One thing that made him unique and just, well beautiful was his eyes. A light green and blue, they sparkling with light and laughter.

After a moment or two I responded. "Yes, yes I am."

He extends his hand for me to shake.

"Marcus, Sean Marcus." He said his name.

I take his hand and shake it. "Samantha Day, or Sam." I reply.

He smiled to me.

"You look like Viktor Nikiforov." I giggled lightly.

"Yeah, that's the point," He replied. "I'm Viktor for the day. Who wouldn't want to be honestly." He said his eyes closing in a slightly irritated fashion as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand, his elbow against his desk.

"Your dedicated I give you that." I reply with a smile.

He looked at me, his smiling returning.

I smiled to him.

Him to me.

I looked into his eyes.

He into mine.

"Marcus Preston!" Coach called out, he must be taking role.

"Here," He replied facing Coach. "I go by Sean now Sir." He said back to Coach.

Smith eyed him weary but he nodded and looked back to the roll call sheet.

"Forgive Coach, he doesn't follow the 'Call me this' regulation." I reply to Sean as he faced me again. He then looking to my right sleeve on my letterman.

"You're a Basketball player?"

I nod.

"Since 2013, back in Junior High. Doesn't mean I was any good." I smile small to him.

He laughed quietly.

"Sure you weren't, you're wearing this aren't you?" He replied.

I smile more.

"Thats a good thought." I replied.

The bell for class had started, we looked to each other one last time before I turned to face the front of the room.

"Good Morning, I'm Derek Smith. I'm your math teacher till you all graduate, except four of you who graduate 2020. Call me Coach, Coach Smith, or Mr. Smith. Doesn't matter but nothing else." He replied.

I smiled to myself knowing exactly why he said the last part.

He then points to his white board, a hand drawn thermometer with red ink under the zero degree mark under his finger.

"This is the english thermometer. If you speak any language besides english I will add to the thermometer. The goal is to stay under fifty degrees, if you do as such I'll reward you," He glared to me mostly.

I holding my head up with my left elbow, my palm under my chin, playfully smirking to him.

"Other basic rules apply." He finished.

"Hai, Smith-Sensai. (Yes, Mr. Smith.)" I muttered.

Sean chokes down a laugh, he covered his smiling face from the teacher. Thankful he didn't hear me.