The first day of school was always the hardest, even if it was her second year at Daltamere High School. Awen parked her car twenty-six spaces away from the sidewalk that led up to the main doors. Why twenty-six? It was the farthest away she could get without parking out on the street. She shrugged her backpack onto her shoulder and started walking up the path. Neatly trimmed bushes lined the walkway, the windows were cleaned to perfection and sign was re-painted to look almost new. There were several other students walking passed her, some dressed up to look their best. Others looking as if they just rolled out of bed. Awen almost ran into the clear double doors while she was taking into account all of the things around her. It wasn't that she hadn't been paying attention as much as she wanted to think of everything BUT the fact school was starting again. She sighed, pushing open the door that led to what she thought of... as her complete and utter destruction. In her gloom, she somehow managed to reach the front desk. "Hi, could I get another schedule?" she asked the plump woman that sat before her. "Of course, deary. What's your name?" she replied an a loud, stuffy voice. "Awen Fox." A few moments later, she was trudging to her locker, number 222. At least it's easy to remember. She thought to herself.