It seems so weird, absurd, that love is possible in high school. Even I thought so at first, love takes time, love at first sight can't exist, it's not something that is possible. As cliché as it sounds, my whole attitude toward "love" changed when I saw her.
It was the first day of school, Hollywood Arts, the most elite performing arts school in the nation. As freshman, we were meant to be super talented to get in, by passing multiple auditions. I was quite proud of myself for making it in, I was ecstatic. As a performer, I could only feel blessed to be around talented kids my age. I was happier than I have ever been – scratch that, I was happier when I met her.
We, the new arriving freshman, were all in the auditorium. The school was filled with theatres, but this one was the biggest, seating over a thousand people. I was sitting in the front, no one had really arrived, and I had forced my parents to drive me a half hour earlier than needed, I wanted to experience everything – not miss a second. So I had gotten into the auditorium much earlier than the other kids, and taken the first seat in the first row. I was browsing through the theatre arts book we were told to purchase, fascinated by the rich history of theatre. I was so intrigued in the book; I could barely hear the mutters and shouts of the kids around me. And then someone plopped down on the seat next to me, so hard and loudly, I felt the whole row of seats shake. I turned my head slightly, to be shocked to see a girl.
She had brown hair, slightly black, with red highlights lingering the bottom ends. She had a nose piercing. She was wearing all black, with a hint of red. She looked angry, slightly annoyed, and well, kind of mean. Well, of course, that made me all excited, because this girl seemed super interesting. I wanted to know what "all that" was about. I kept looking at her, wondering why she would be mad, when she had been accepted into the best arts school in the nation. I really hoped my gaze wasn't too strong, but before I could second think that thought, she looked at me, her eyebrows crunching up on her face, her eyes fiery.
"WHAT?" She looked at me with aggravation and anger.
"Nothing. I'm Beck, what's your name?" I asked, attempting to create some type of conversation.
She smiled, a small smirk, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, "Jade." She held out her hand for me to shake. I took it gratefully.
"So…" I couldn't think of much more to say. First days are always so awkward.
"What do you do?" She asked, looking down at the textbook that was wide open on my lap, and then back up into my eyes. I looked back at her, my heart skipping a couple beats. She was really pretty. She had a lot of makeup on, her whole face, but she was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen even with all that makeup. The most astonishing feature on her face must have been her eyes. They were an soft baby blue, the total opposite of her hard core look -
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and re-evaluated her question, "What do you mean?"
She smirked again, her eyes blinking, revealing the dark eyeliner and eye shadow, "Like, what do you like to perform?" She asked.
"Oh, well, acting." I shrugged. I always loved to act, it was my passion, and I knew acting was where my career had to be in.
"Cool." She looked at me, smiled slightly, and then turned back; flipping through a small script I had not heard of.
I looked back down to my book, peeking every couple seconds by this girl. I thought she was beautiful. She obviously was talented. She was different. I turned my head around to see how much the auditorium had filled up. Pretty much every seat had been filled, besides the one by me and Jade. I was so intrigued by this girl; I had totally excluded all surrounding sounds. I took a look at everyone, the girls. They all wore bright skirts and tops, headbands, or pig tails, and they all looked happy and excited – and then there was Jade, wearing black, hair loose and highlighted, and her face serious than ever. She was different, and I wanted to explore her, get to know her, because different was interesting, different wasn't plain old normal, it was different.