Today marks the beginning of my journey as a senior in 11th grade at high school.
My name is Venice and I am 17 years old. I am a girl who loves to write stories.
My school is quite far from my home, so I have to take a bus and walk for a minute to get there.
As I entered the school gates, I was surprised by its size. It has six buildings, each with five floors, and two separate office buildings. There is also a track, gym, hall, and buildings that I didn't expect.
As I walked through the hallways, I saw many students trying to find their classrooms.
However, one student in particular caught my attention. He was tall, probably around 6 feet, and very handsome.
I couldn't believe that just by looking into his eyes, I was falling in love with him. It's like something out of the stories I write, "falling in love at first sight."
But can I really make that story a reality? In my mind, I am the protagonist and he is my lover.
That doesn't sound too bad at all.
I found my classroom, R.E 401, and my assigned seat is number 20. My seatmate is Julia.