[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/cursive-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180712/c7efc53436504ac489e1e7c1729f1bb1.png[/img][/url] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/5yWeo4yPQyTo4/giphy.gif[/img] [color=gray][b]Where you're from You might be the one who's running things Well you can ring anybody's bell and get what you want See it's easy to ignore trouble When you're living in a bubble[/b][/color][hr][hr] [/center] Everyone was always so hyped up and nostalgic for their senior year of high school. As he threw the blankets off of himself, and hit the annoying alarm to shut if off, Oliver would come to the realization that he had no idea how people could ever feel such a way. Sure, he got to see his friends, and maybe he would have a new crush this year, but he had never been able to stand school - at least not the academic part. English was okay, he supposed, but Oli was more of a social guy. He went through his morning routine with ease, a slight smirk on his face at all of the potential juicy gossip that would be filling the halls this year. He had actually had an idea to start a school website with all of the who’s who, said gossip, and the like, though he would have to most likely discus it with Victoire first, of course. He could convince her that it would work as a sort of helpful tool of the freshman, and he would probably have to promise her her own spot of dedication, just like the rest of the class representatives, but maybe, just maybe, he could get it approved. Showered, fed, and dressed in the insufferable uniform, he made his way downstairs. His father was away on yet another business trip, so he only had to have a brief conversation with his mother to please her before walking out the door. Most of the other students took the bus or drove, but Oliver decided to walk more often than not. He didn’t have that many of friends, so carpooling was out, and he hadn’t decided what car he wanted just yet. Plus the bus was bound to be full of annoying little Freshman that he would much rather avoid. Arriving on school grounds, he would see that Victoire had already assembled a small crowd, playing a Kesha song. An old one, at that. He rolled his eyes. Though he was open to pretty much all kinds of music, Kesha had never been prefered. He was more of a Brittney kinda dude. His eyes scanning the scene in front of him as he made his way towards the doors, he spotted Johnny with his camera. Oli had a feeling inside telling him to run and hide, but, since he had always sort of considered Johnny a friend, he gave a small wave and a smile in the other boys direction. Dodging the aforementioned freshmen, he would take a deep breath as he made his way over to one of the spare tables, sitting down, and grabbing his pen and notebook from his backpack, already starting to take notes of his observations from this year.