Topic: Academy
The best and worst day at the Academy was always the first. Every year some students would leave; some they missed, some they didn’t. But there were always new ones to meet.
That’s not the kind of sentimental crap Donny cared about though. Donny loved waiting to see what the new girl, or girls if he spent enough time in confession, would look like.
He would get there early, put his stuff away, and mill around the lockers near the elevators that brought everyone up to the high school floor of the Academy’s office building in downtown Dallas. He’d say hi to his friends, ignore the jerks, and stare at every girl that walked by. Then, he’d see her. She’d have a confused look about where to go. One of the other girls, usually someone she grew up with, would run over to her and scream and jump and hug, and walk her to her locker.
This was where the day tanked.
The new girl’s friend would walk her right past Donny, whisper something, and they’d giggle themselves over to the “Real Men.” That’s when he was reminded that he would never live down his freshman year.
The best and worst day, full of excitement, and seasoned with dashed hopes.
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