The sound of groans erupted in the class and I was pretty sure that everyone was slumping lower in their chairs, unlike me. I was already used to writing many book reports and there was no doubt in my mind that I had already read at least one of the novels on that list. I always liked reading books that were a level ahead of me. I always found it fascinating discovering new words that I could add to my vocabulary. The professor walked around the class, handing a few sheets of paper to each student that were sitting in the front row. As I was handed my stack to pass along to the person behind me, I took a quick glance at the list. At least half of the list were books I have already read, as well as I enjoyed, throughout this past summer. The only reason why I had read them to begin with was because my teacher back in Chicago had handed me a sheet that showed a general list of books which most schools in the United States had to read for their senior English class. Seeing as I had a lot of time on my hands, I read almost every single book that I was able to purchase at the nearest bookstore. After a quick scan, I left a sheet above my notebook and passed the rest of the stack to the person behind me. A smile crept along my lips as I folded the paper in half and placed it inside my notebook. Well this was going to be an easy assignment. For me at least. ~~~~~~ The last bell had finally rung and I was more than happy to leave AP Government. I always dreaded my history classes. It wasn't like I didn't like history or anything, the teachers that always taught them were just plain BORING! And the professor I had for this class had to be the top most boring history teacher I have ever encountered in my school years. I prefer reading out of the books rather than listen to that monotone voice of his. I walked over to my locker, pressing in my combination before I opened it wide. These locks weren't the ones where you had to twist and turn them a dozen times before you were able to open the damn thing. These were simple. They had small number pads where you punched in a four-digit code and it opens automatically. How cool was that? I placed all the needed materials I would use for the weekend in my backpack and left the others inside the locker. I slammed it hard, the locker protesting with a small groan as I walked away. I didn't want to stay here any longer. I needed to be in a place where I felt comfortable, or learned to feel comfortable since I had only lived there for merely a few amount of days. As I passed through the doors, I couldn't help but smile slightly as I remembered the fishing trip my dad had planned for us this weekend. Luckily for me, the job he currently had wasn't one that needed him practically 24/7. With this one, he was actually able to take the weekends off and spend some quality time with me. The funny part about all of this was that we actually rent a cabin south from where we are now. When we used to live in Texas, my dad, mom and I would spend the summers there and go fishing. How funny it is that we now actually live in the same state! Well, it's not technically ours because we only rent it; but we are practically the only ones that actually do. My dad hopes to buy it someday so when he finally retires, he can live there and go fishing for as long as he wants. I know what you're thinking, why is a vegetarian going on a fishing trip with her dad when she doesn't eat meat? Don't worry, that answer is simple. I never actually eat the fish. I do help my dad cook it since he isn't one of the greatest cooks on this planet, but I do it reluctantly. Whenever I do, I feel as if it's screaming out in agony, begging for me to put it back in the water. Weird right? But that's how I usually think. As my father enjoys his meal, I tend to just eat a homemade salad I bring along as I read a book outside on the back porch. That's sort of my sanctuary. My dad only intrudes whenever he thinks it's getting late and I should go off to bed. Other than that, he allows me to be outdoors in the quietness of nature as he watches something on TV in the living room. Thankfully for me, the living room is on the front side of the house, so all I could hear is the soft murmuring of the voices talking. I passed by many cars with teenagers lounging about, talking about the party for tonight. What was so great about it? I know he is the talk of the school but do they really need to make such a big deal about it? They were acting extremely idiotic if you asked me. It's just a party that most likely will happen again and again throughout the year. Seniors were known to party until they were partied out, especially because of all the alcohol and drugs that were sooner or later snuck in; hence the reason why I never go to any of them. That, and I never seemed to get invited. Pity. I made my way through the parking lot, ignoring the constant chatter that went on around me and exited the school's grounds. I turned right and began my usual walk home. Having a car would be ideal now, but seeing that there was barely any space to park inside the school, I preferred walking. And besides, it provided a great source of exercise that I was in dire need of. I wasn't getting chunky or anything, but I liked to stay active whenever I could. Active in the sense of simply walking long distances, not doing a sport that would eventually kill me due to the lack of agility I have. Hey, I am only human! After about 20-30 minutes, I finally reached my home which seemed isolated from the others. That was the good thing about this neighborhood. There was always a large distance between each home so there was no need to worry about any loud noises that your neighbors would make. Especially the party that was apparently going to occur later on tonight. I entered my house, surprised to find my dad sitting on his favorite couch watching TV. At the sound of the door opening, he turned around and gave me his heartwarming smile. I smiled in return and walked towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek before a puzzled look took over my features. "What are you doing here this early?" He laughed quietly as he sat up straighter, giving me his undivided attention, which was a surprise to me. He always seemed to have something to do so he rarely paid any attention to me unless it was needed. "Well, this job doesn't require a lot of work and the boss decided to let everyone go home early today. There's supposedly this party that's happening later on tonight and the whole neighborhood is invited. He even went to say that if you and I wanted to go, that we would be welcomed." He paused, tilting his head in question. "Do you know about this party? Has there been other kids talking about it?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I remembered the constant chatter that never seemed to end whatsoever today. I slumped down on the couch opposite of him, letting my backpack slide onto the floor in front of me. "Yeah. They wouldn't shut up about it today. I don't see why it's such a big deal anyway." I crossed my arms and looked at the TV, not even bothering to pay any attention to what I was seeing.