About a week in a half into the school year, there were assigned seats in most of our classes. For first period I sat next to my best friend Esme which is the only class I had with my squad. For second period I had calculus and sat straight in front of my teacher so I wouldn't miss anything. For third period, I was assigned to sit next to Alicia's boyfriend James at the corner of the room in the back against the wall.

Oh boy just another guy who's going to bug about the homework, I thought to myself.

The next day, that's exactly what he did.

I felt someone tap me on my arm. "So what are we supposed to do for homework again.?" James asked.

"We're supposed to copy the vocab words in complete sentences and highlight the word," I said.

"Thank you," James said.

The bell rang and I went to my fourth period which was psychology class. First semester it was psychology and second semester was sociology. Personally I was more excited about sociology because I like to know how our society influences our behaviors.

I spoke of this to Esme and she gave me a full on list of reasons why she likes psychology more. See the thing about Esme is that she's incredibly smart. She's the smartest girl in our grade and is on her way to be valedictorian which I'm so proud of. I love her manner of explaining things as in such a complex yet understandable way in which she doesn't make you feel stupid.

Marisol and Liz came along and gave their opinion about psychology and sociology as well.

"So how are your classes guys? Do you guys have any dumb asses whom you wish to speak about," I said.

"No my classes are pretty decent. I enjoy my AP classes except for English since we all know we have the worst teacher in school who is basically done with life and solely has bills to pay which is why he's still working as a miserable high school english teacher," Esme said.

"Wait do you guys all have that class together?" I said.

"Yes. Switch out Vane so the squad could be reunited," Liz said.

"Uhhh it's ok I'll be fine," I said chuckling.

It wasn't that I didn't want to be with my friends I literally was just lazy. What would I tell my counselor? Yes I'd like to switch to 3rd period because I'm all alone in my 3rd period Econ class and I want to be with my friends. Not down.

I find it incredibly sweet though that they want me to be in their class. Back freshman year, I hung out with girls from my middle school. Eighth grade year was the best year of my life and still is. I had great friends, went on amazing field trips, and had a successful year academically and athletically.

Unfortunately, freshman year was a terrible year. I became terribly shy and fell into a routine. If there's one thing I detest is doing the same thing over and over everyday. This is not to mention that my "friends" were always being mean and constantly judging me. That summer I vowed to not let that happen again.

One thing that came out of freshman year was getting to know Esme. She was in P.E. class and we had already known each other from our past years in church choir as children. We hung out and I got her number and we became friends. I hung out with her in registration sophomore year and she invited me to be in her quinceniera that was to occur later that year. I accepted and that is how that all came to be.

The first day of sophomore year I hid from my old middle school friends in the restroom and waited for Esme. When she came, we had first period together and instantly clicked..

Her quinceniera approached and we had weekly practices which is how I met Liz, Marisol, and Alicia. I met David a little bit later after that. When Esme's quinceniera was over, I had three new friends who always complimented me, accepted me into their group of friends, liked me for who I am and always were there.

Keep in mind that this group of friends had known each other for years. Alicia, Liz, David, and Marisol were inseparable. They did everything together until Alicia gradually moved on and joined color guard and became a bit distant when she joined band. Liz, Marisol, David, Esme and I are now very close and care for each other very much. We still keep in touch with Alicia though and she always invites us to parties.

"It really is fine guys. I'm too lazy to switch classes. Plus it's not a big deal," I said.

"Sad life Vane," Marisol said acting as if she was crying.

"Hey did I tell you guys I sit next to Alicia's boyfriend?" I said.

"Honestly, I liked her old boyfriend better," Marisol said.

"Yeah her old boyfriend was better," Liz said.

"Do you guys even know him?" I said laughing.

"He gives me bad vibes," Marisol said, "Plus she's never introduced us to him! I keep telling Alicia to introduce him to us but she said that he doesn't like her friends."

"He doesn't even know us though," I said.

"That's what I said! How could you not like us if you don't even know us?" Marisol said dumbfounded.

That surprised me too. If you don't know someone, how could you know whether you liked them or not? I just don't work that way. I constantly give people the benefit of the doubt but apparently others don't.

I go home that day with my mom having a meal ready for me. It was the typical mexican meal: beans and cheese. We watched hispanic tv shows and just relaxed. I sat next to her watching tv avoiding homework.

"And just when do you plan on doing your homework?" my mom said at about 6 p.m.

"I'll do it later, it's not a lot," I replied.

Of course I ended up finishing up homework at like midnight. I created that routine within a week of school started of starting homework at 8 p.m., taking a break to go shower at around 10 p.m., putting all the necessary products need for my messy, curly hair, finishing up homework and turning off all the lights and finally going to bed at around midnight.

My mom and I share a room. She sleeps on top of about five layers of blankets with the tv right in front of her; I sleep on the bed. With one steady income, my mom is only able to afford a $500 room in a house that we share with other people. Each other person in the house pays their dues and we all share a kitchen.

With this in mind, I should know not to start homework so late so my mother could peacefully go to sleep with the lights off yet I could not manage to break that habit.

At about 12:15 a.m. my mom murmured to me to go to bed and I did so. I'm such a terrible daughter.