It was the middle of August, the start of the school year. Sparkle never thought she would be in her Junior year already. Summer already seemed to pass so fast for her. But arriving to the school where she knew how the district would try and make the school look pretty on the outside and somewhat as nice on the inside. Though she remembered how some teacher had either already decorated their room for the start of the year and as welcoming, or still be in the process of it all. At least they had their agendas planned for the year. 

Students from the ages of 15 to 20 years, were being dropped off by parents, walking from their homes and onto the grounds, or drove themselves and maybe their friends or siblings. Either way the grounds of the school be from the front or sides, chilling amongst those who they got to see again, reminiscing of their summer vacations or something like that. Rocking new fashion trends that were as school appropriate as possible, as well as new hair styles. For Sparkle, rocked whatever she had and stuck with it. You could say she was rocking the school girl that had parents that afford what they could and she would wear it as long as she could. A backpack that she had last year and showed it was well used. A dark purple with a slight glitter to it, black that consumed most of it. 

Ducking her head, seeing alot of who she may not recognize or new, Sparkle had her objective. Pulling out her schedule, she began looking for her first class, her shoulders slumped down. Biology. She wasn't too happy about it but at least it would be out of the way therefore the rest of her classes would be and hopefully more exciting. However she needed to head to her locker, go ahead and have everything she brought put in besides what she was going to need for a few classes. Dodging and weaving through what few people littered the halls she had to go through, Sparkle entered her combination, opened it and set what needed to go in. With the shut of her locker, the blonde went to to take a stroll of where her classes were to be, and so plan her routes of how she was going to get to each on time. While she walked she saw many hand made to printed out papers and posters of clubs that decorated some of the walls. With this she started thinking about making writing a song for the start of the year, or at least the year and seemed excited about it. However as she started thinking about it, Sparkle wasn't feeling much inspiration like she always have. While roaming the halls and seeing the mass of students, in the commons, nothing seemed to click. Sparkle seemed to think that maybe that with the start of the year, things were going to be a bit buggy with figuring things out as well as come up with something so quick. 

With the time flying, the bell for the classes to start sounded and Sparkle was off towards her first class. With a usual sit at a random seat, the teacher giving introductions and getting to know their students, Sparkle seemed to just let herself blend it, make sure not to stand out too much. With the spent time of knowing what supplies that would be needed for the class, a book to go ontop of it for that was of course the most important. By the end of the first class, Sparkle on her way to her second class. Didn't seem so bad already. But that was because all first days were introductions, supplies of what was needed for the students and class as a whole. All she had to make sure was the potential bullies that might be lurking. Like most students who were weary off and rather avoid.