High School.

Everyone told her 8th grade year that high school was going to be the best four years of her life before college. She believed them. But when she first walked through the doors of the campus she was supposed to go to, she finally realized that what people tell you is not always the truth.

On the first day of high school she had a half day. All the classes were shortened just to meet your teachers, find your classes, and find out the supplies needed for class. She thought it was stupid and a waste of time. She didn't want to sit in eight hot classes for thirty minutes, and then go home. It felt like the longest day of her life. The end of the day finally came, and she was happy to finally be done. Every one gave her dirty looks in the hallways, no one spoke to her. She was an outcast to them. They all knew each other and she didn't know anyone. She was alone. She carried her school ID with her. She didn't need anything else.

As her freshmen year went by, she made some "friends". She was in house three, regular classes and it wasn't that hard to keep her grades up. She had A's and B's in all of her classes. She kept to herself most of the time, except for the occasional people that talked to her in her classes. She really didn't do much, she didn't go out or go to parties. She stayed inside. And she never would have thought she would still be the same way two years later.

Sophomore year wasn't any better. She changed houses, and went to house seven.She knew it was going to be hard, but she didn't think it would be as hard as it was. Her grades dropped badly. She went from A's to C's, but it wasn't her fault. She was trying, the classes just assigned to much homework. She was stressed to the max, to only be fifteen. All the people she had met the year before were gone because she switched houses. She felt like the new kid in a world where she wasn't accepted. She didn't know anyone in house seven. She was alone again.

It was her junior year, as the years went by more and more people knew her name. The first day of school everyone was saying hi to her, and hugging her. Normally, she liked hugs but this was doing to much. This was the year her sister would be at the same school with her. She felt responsible, showing her around to her classes and helping her find her locker. She felt like she mattered for once because her sister needed her to guide her through the first week of school. Junior year wasn't that bad for her, except for the immature and annoying kids in her seventh period class. She loved the class, just not the kids.

In Waukegan, each year that you're in high school the ID's change a little. She still has her ID from freshmen year, and as the next to years went by she kept her ID's from Sophomore and Junior year. They're apart of her, apart of the school that she grew to deal with and love. Even though next year she'll have a new ID at a new school, she'll still carry those three ID's from her first three years in high school. At the start of her Senior year she'll look at them and they'll help remind her of where she came from. They'll help remind her how how much she's grown during those three years at that school.

Hopefully, she'll carry that new ID with her after her Senior year just like she will with the other three. That will be the year that changes everything. And maybe, just maybe she'll continue to grow in this new school too.