Becoming New

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  • Publiceret: 9 jul. 2020
  • Opdateret: 12 jul. 2020
  • Status: Igang
Gail Peters navigates her life from the beginning of her senior year of high school to the end of her first year of college.


3. The Transfer

             The morning started the same as any other morning. It was a Thursday, though, and on Thursday’s I had my therapy sessions. Knowing that made my day a little easier to bear, I just had to get through my incredibly fun and exciting schedule of being yelled by my yearbook teacher. I was well-liked in my yearbook class, well by the students anyway. It was full of underclassmen, and they were scared shitless of the seniors, but I was kind to them, so they liked me. I joked and laughed with them because I didn’t have any extra responsibility; it was my first year in the yearbook. Aria was the “Head Editor,” She didn’t hold back when it came to criticizing the staff’s work. I would hear about how terrible of a job everyone did from her.

“Ugh, her captions looked like a fifth-grader wrote them,”


“I had to completely re-write his story. It was garbage!”

              I never needed to know any of it. After all, this was just a high school yearbook. Nobody read the stories anyway. I was sitting at my regular spot, working on a story I was writing when my friend, a sophomore name Jessie, struck up a conversation. 

“How’s your story coming?” he asked, looking over at me. He was either done working or just slacking off. I leaned back in my chair and slapped my legs.

“Not great, still have a few interviews I need to get done, but they’re not answering my emails. I’ll probably just have to hunt them down in person.” 

“Sorry,” he replied. “Well, if it helps, a new transfer is coming in, so he might be able to help you with your story.” 

I looked at him quizzically. A transfer? I thought. 

“A transfer?” I asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know who he is, but he’s supposed to be showing up any minute. Apparently, he’s a senior, and I’ve heard he’s good at writing.” 

“Why is he transferring? He’ll only be here for a year.” I pressed. Jessie shrugged his shoulders and mouthed; I don’t know. Mrs. Schmidt then appeared out of nowhere.

“What are you working on, Jessie?” she asked forcefully. Jessie quickly exited out of the game he was playing to show a picture in photoshop.

“Just editing the soccer pictures,” he said innocently. 

“Let me see what you’ve done so far.” She asked. Jessie gulped, I guessed that he was just slacking off. I let out a chuckle and focused back on my computer. God, I am so tired of trying to interview people. Nobody wants to be interviewed. It was frustrating, and I needed a brain-break, so I excused myself to the bathroom. I walked out of the lab into the empty hallway. It was always so peaceful when everyone was in class. I rounded the corner only to see the most attractive man I had ever seen. I suddenly stopped in my tracks, and my breath hitched. I then remembered myself and kept walking down the hall. As I got closer to him, he looked confused. He’s probably lost, I thought. Then it clicked; I had never seen him before. He had to be that transfer Jessie told me about. He was so attractive, oh, lord. This guy was wearing a black crew-neck shirt, jeans, and a faded brown leather jacket. He was around my height, black curly hair, and emerald green eyes. He wasn’t muscular, but he wasn’t chubby, he was just average. He wasn’t average to me.


            His voice snapped me out of my daze. He was standing right in front of me. 

“Yes?” I asked, sounding completely caught off guard. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, scanning my face with a confused look. Shit, I look crazy.

“Yeah! Totally fine! And you?” I mentally face-palmed. I cannot believe I said, “and you?”

            He laughed, I melted.

“I would do a lot better if I knew where I was going.” He replied with a smile, “I’m new here so I could use some help.”

“Of course! You’re looking for the computer lab for the yearbook, right?” I guessed. I was hoping that was where he wanted to go. 

“Yes!” his face lit up, and he pointed at me, “That is exactly where I need to go, how did you know?” 

“I’m in that class, a friend told me about a transfer student, so I just guessed.” I was trying so hard to play it cool, but I couldn’t help but stare. 

“That’s great,” he said, “Now I at least know that there is one nice person here.” He smiled at me. He complimented me. A minor one but still. 

“Yeah, well, it won’t last long,” I joked. “Here, I’ll take you there.” I turned around and started down the hallway. 

“By the way, my name is Jason.” He said, catching up beside me. I turned my head to look at him. 

“I’m Gail,” I said with a smile. Before I knew it, we were at the entrance of the classroom jut looking at each other. I didn’t even notice until I looked over and saw everyone staring. I laughed nervously.

“I would go talk to Mrs. Schmidt,” I said, pointing to her, “She’ll give you the low down.”

“Thank you so much!” he said happily. “I really appreciate the help.”

“Eh, no problem,” I said, waving my hand. Just then, I remembered that I needed to pee. Fuck, I completely forgot.

“Anyways, I need to go take a piss, so I’ll see you later,” I said, then ducked out of the room. Why did I tell him that, I thought. He didn’t need to know that. When I returned from my pee, the bell rang, and everyone started to pack up. It was my last period of the day and my last period before lunch. I ignored Aria completely and walked straight towards Jason. 

“Hey!” I said again. He looked at me and laughed. 

“Hey, how was your pee?” 

            I blushed out of complete embarrassment. I felt utterly stupid.

“I’m sorry that was so gross,” I laughed, putting my hands to my face. 

“Nah, I thought it was funny.” He said. 

“Well, good,” I replied, “At least one of us did.” Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around to see Aria with her bag.

“Ready for lunch?” she asked me. 

“Yeah,” I replied. “Just a sec.” I looked back at Jason. 

“Would you like to eat with us? That is, of course, if you have no one else to sit with.” 

            He let out a sigh of relief. 

“I was hoping you’d say that. I don’t know anyone here but you.” 

“Well then, come with us,” I said, “You can meet my friends Aria and Donald.” 




“So, where are you from?” Donald asked Jason, spooning a mouthful of baked beans into his mouth. Jason looked at him like he was hilarious, one of the only people I’ve met that actually found Donald funny. 

“Umm,” Jason murmured, rubbing his hand on his forehead “I’m actually from Sioux City, my mom just got a job here downtown, so I had the choice to stay there with my dad or come to Des Moines with my mom.” 

            He looked a bit bothered, but I didn’t want to ask. 

“Why in the hell did you want to come here!?” Aria asked loudly. She can never contain herself. He then looked at her like she was crazy and said.

“Have you ever been to Sioux City? It’s full of pedos and meatpacking plants.” 

             I choked on my water, laughing; it was very accurate. We then locked eyes, and Jason started laughing with me. I had never met somebody with such a positive attitude. Especially being around Aria all the time, her pessimism was exhausting. Aria couldn’t stand not being in the center of attention, so she just carried on.

“So, do you have any hobbies, or are you going to join any clubs” she was leaning towards him. Maybe she was hoping that he would join swimming so she could look at him half-naked.

“Are you going to join the swimming team?” she asked with a sly smile.


“Hahaha! I am not a swimmer. I might do some basketball, but I’m not sure yet. I know that I like writing, so I think the yearbook will be enough for me for now.” He responded. Donald looked at me with a concerned face. He could tell I liked Jason, and I was quickly booted out of the conversation. Of course, Aria and Jason are hitting it off, another case of her seducing the men I like, I thought. I rolled my eyes so he could tell that I was annoyed with the situation. I just stayed quiet while they had their conversation and finished my lunch. She laughed at something he said then touch his arm. I was getting angry, clenched teeth, and fists tight kind of angry. When lunch was over, I decided to grab my stuff quietly and try to sneak away. Jason then tapped me on my shoulder and asked,

“Where are you going?” 

“I’m done with the day so, home,” I lied. 

“Really?” he said with a fake frown, “who’s going to show me where my next class is.”

“I am sure Aria will be more than happy to help,” I said, pointing her way. He turned his head to look at her. She was anxiously waiting. 

“Yeah, but I’d like YOU to show me around,” he said, meeting my gaze again. I just looked at him for a second. Then out of nowhere, Donald put his arm around Jason.

“I can show you around, buddy!” He said cheerily. Jason then looked up at him and said, 

“Sounds like a plan!” laughing. I smiled. Anytime I saw him happy, it made me happy, and Donald seriously needed a guy friend. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I scoffed. 

“I’ll help!” Aria squealed as she squeezed between us. Have fun, I mouthed to Jason. He chuckled, I melted. 

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