LOGAN
I woke up with a start and realized I’d overslept. Great. Late again. I got dressed in a flash, grabbing clothes off the floor. I forged a quick note, jumped in my car and sped off. As a senior at White Mountain High in Lancaster, New Hampshire, I had an easy schedule, but I still hated to be late. I stuffed my car into the last spot in the school lot and raced inside. I jammed hard, hauling so fast past the administration office that I almost missed them. Almost.
Three girls were leaning against the administration counter in the office, chattering back and forth and filling out papers. The prettiest one immediately caught my eye. She was tall and slender with long hair the color of honey and shimmering green eyes. A younger girl with red curls and smiling eyes stood close to her playing with the zipper on her backpack and next to her was an older girl, tallest of them all, with short, dark hair. She busily filled out most of the papers. Glancing up when I approached, she appraised me swiftly, her eyes clearly NOT smiling at me. That one leaned over and whispered something quick and sharp to the blonde one, who waved her off and ambled right over to where I still stood, motionless.
“Hi,” she said. Her voice was like soft music. “My name is Serena Starr.” She motioned to her dark-haired sister. “This is my sister, Elizabeth.” She indicated her other sister smiling widely at me. “And this is Tabitha. We call her Tabby”.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Logan. So, you’re new here?” Great, I thought. I sounded so lame.
“Yes,” she answered. “Just transferred in. My sister is registering us.” And then she favored me with a smile and I thought of how dazzling and bright the sun had been this morning.
“Hey, Logan, what’s up!” My best friend Dave waved at me from across the hall. He thought he was better looking than me and secretly I did too. Not that I would ever admit it. And Dave’s radar was uncanny. He had probably sensed me talking to the new girls from clear across the parking lot and killed himself to get here before the first bell rang.
“So, who’s this?” Before I had the chance to answer, the first bell trilled. Dave gave me a pained expression that said I’d have to tell him everything later and trotted off down the hall. I wanted to say something to the girls but they were gone too. I caught just a glimpse of them as they rounded a corner. Their hair made me think of three different flavors of cotton candy.