Poway. Some suburb near San Diego. The only thing to do here that is even remotely fun is go to the skate park. I have no clue how I ended up here. Oh yeah. My dad got transferred. The weird thing is I dont even know what exactly he does for work. Something with computer programming I think. But instead of moving to the city where theres actually things to do, we end up in a more relaxed environment as he calls it.
It was still dark outside when I got to the street corner. I looked down the road and noticed that all of the other street lights were on except the one I was standing next to. I checked my watch which read 6:50 am. The bus should be here in a few minutes.
I heard footsteps walking quickly from behind me. I turned around and saw a guy with brown hair, standing a bit over 6 feet walking to my corner. As he approached, I noticed he was wearing Converse, jeans, and a NoFX tee shirt. He had a lip ring too. Only making him hotter.
He reached the corner and we stood in silence. He was the first to speak. "You new?" I replied with a simple "Yeah." He went on. "What year are you," he asked. "Senior," I told him. Why was he talking to me? Guys never talk to me. Especially hot ones. "Oh cool me too. I normally don't take the bus but my friends borrowing my car. Where'd you move from?" He seemed nice enough. "Detroit."
The bus stopped in front of me and I walked on. Apparently this was the first stop because there was no one else. Just me and guy-without-a-name. I took my seat near the middle o the bus. The guy sat in the seat across from me. "So whats your name," he asked me. I looked at my feet. I was never good around new people. "Summer." I didn't know if he was still looking my way. "I'm Tom." I looked back up from my shoes and gave him a quick smile, which he returned.
There was a green and white flag in front of the building with Titans on it and a "Poway High School" sign in front. I read my schedule. 1st period is Design and Mixed Media. I had no idea what that meant. Maybe just a fancy way to say Art Class. I walked through the grass to classroom B-1. I entered the room, which looked like a normal art class and took a seat in a corner table.
About 5 minutes passed. The bell was about to ring. Tom ran into the room at full speed just as it went off. The teacher was at the front of the room. He had gray hair, a mustache, and was a bit chubby. "Tom, glad you could make it, he stated. Wouldn't want to get on the Dean's bad side after last year eh?" Tom laughed. "No way." Tom sat down at the other side of my table. The teacher began talking.
"Welcome to the first day of school." He picked up a piece of chalk and started writing his name. "I'm Mr. Reis, and I'm your art teacher for the semester or year if you like the class enough." I advanced my gaze over to Tom who had his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly, doing something to the wooden leg of the table. Mr. Reis continued talking. "I'm going to hand out these sheets, write your schedule on it and I'll collect them at the end of the period. Since this is the first day, I'm going to allow you to talk to your friends. We'll get started on work next class."
Well this is great. I had about 50 minutes now to do nothing. I don't know any of these people. Well except for Tom, but I just met him. "Hey Summer come over here." It was Tom. I walked over to the other side of the table. He pointed to what he had just scratched in the leg of the table. I observed what he was talking about. There were a lot of scratch marks and names written in the wood. Right next to the word "Gay" was "Blink" in block letters. Under that was "Tom DeLonge 93".
"Whats Blink," I asked him confused. "Its my band," he told me. "I started it about a month ago with my friends Mark and Scott." I stared at him. "Are you any good?" He took a deep inhale and looked around. "Not yet, but were getting there." I laughed. We talked about music we liked for the rest of the period. Once I started talking to him, it got easier and I wasn't so nervous. The period ended and we went our separate ways
Nobody believed us,
This could be our one shot
