The day has begun and finally, once again, the campus area is teeming with life.
Friends reunite with one another, chatting about something cool they did by the weekend (wild house parties and even their odd intern jobs just to earn cash or something to write for their college apps). Cliques form up again, meeting up at their hang out. Couples are making sure they make up to each of their “precious” sweet time. The troublemakers and the hall monitors are chasing each other to their heart’s content (detention list now started early this week). Newly made banners and posters are adorned in each face of the wall, and even the smell of bland coffee from the teacher’s lounge is evident again.

And yet it was another typical morning in Packett Maryland High School

But there was something that just didn’t quite right.

“OMG! They’re here. They’re here. All Time Low is finally here!”

Several students crowded the hallway entrance, pushing themselves just to see a glimpse.
They roared and acted wildly, as three boys came down from a limousine

“Jack, could you please sign these for me?”
“Rian and Zack, man, you’re both awesome!”

Oh, that’s right, this so-called All Time Low, a pop punk boy band has agreed to study at our most unfortunate school, to complete the rest of their secondary education, because of a certain condition, their producer told them. After that, they could go on countless world tours and sign with the biggest record deals, if the condition is made.

The rumors had been spreading since last semester, and was proven true when Principal Vic declared it last week. Hordes of diehard fans had been waiting for this day. Now, school life would be so much better with international rock stars being your classmates.
What’s not to miss?

“Alex, holy shit, do my eyes deceive me?”
Then the last guy came down the car. He wore a hoodie that went over his disheveled straw brown hair. Holding his backpack with his left hand, and a Riley Hawk signed skateboard on the other. Eyes were furrowed and agitated by the overwhelming flash of the cameras and phones.

Whoever he was or whatever he did, I couldn’t care less why the crowd had gone crazier because of him.
As if he were some legend like John Lennon or Kurt Cobain

“Come on, Abby, we’d better go before we get stampede on”
Tugging her elbow, as I crept back when…
“Damn girl, watch out!”
I stepped on something slippery, and landed my butt on the floor.

This is an ENTIRELY- HUMILIATING- AND -WOULD- CAUSE- ETERNAL -EMBARRASSMENT- FOR - THE- REST- OF- MY -LIFE- big- situation
And to add that, the “something slippery” turned out to be Alex’s skateboard.

If I could just disappear into thin air, ugh, shame on me.
Instant social death
“Kinda clumsy are you?” Alex chuckled as he picked up the damned skateboard.
I could swear the crowd was giving killer stares and are already scheming bad plans on me.
“Not usually, sorry dude” picking myself up and grabbed my completely shocked best friend and left.
Alex managed to chuckle again as the rest of All Time Low and the fans came to him.
I’m grateful that he didn’t hold a grudge on me after that incident, maybe I could take back what I thought about him.

I knew I had it coming
I knew it all along