"Oh God , you've got to be kidding me", I thought while being held by my tie. Getting cornered in the playground by four boulder sized boys is not how I pictured my first day at school to be. I did not return to my hometown, after 10 years of staying overseas, for some dimwitted bullies to ruin this for me.

This was , apparently, a ritual here at the prestigious Kings Valley High School , new unsuspecting, students getting their *** beaten by the seniors which sucks i know.

My mind raced to figure out a way to escape from this situation. I had to get out of here. I wanted to audition for the annual day celebration and getting to music class was paramount.

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I plan on playing solo tho thats how it has always been ,but right now I had no choice but to focus on them, I look up to the 4 "rocks" and try to shove my ego down my throat, "umm excuse me can you please delay this tradition for just a lesson later? I really have this important lesson that I need to attend to " I tried to be as innocent as possible, hoping they would let me go but how stupid could I even be to believe that such an explanation would even work on those idiots. Instead I get what they thought I deserved , I get a punch straight in my face which sends me flying to the ground with probably a broken nose.

"Ouch " I say as I dont bother getting up , I hear all 4 of them laughing but I just avoid them and control my anger that could just take control of me any moment , "sissy, it wasent even fun to thrash thus guy up, lets go look for some other chumps, this year there are many new students which means a whole lot of punching bags" is what they say and they go the other way laughing , God i hate such type of people . I pick my guitar up and run around the whole school from hall to hall looking for the audition hall where the audition was being held, without caring if I have a bleeding nose , as soon as I reach the door and slide it open almost out of breath, a light shines infront of my eyes, I close it and when I open them I see a girl standing there, I just couldn't take my eyes of her , something about her threw me of balance and I fell on the ground with a loud thud "ouch" I say again , I dont bother looking up as I had already embarrassed myself enough,"wow way to go Ryan what worse coukd even happen now " but then i see a hand infront of me and it turns out to be her hand ,"damn she is so cute" I think in my mind as i smile and grab her hand and thats where the story began, "A story of an unexpected change".

Has it ever crossed your mind about how fun life would be at school if you were a campus belle? on top of that what if you were also one of the top beauties of the school and the student council committe member with a whole lot of admirers ..sounds amazing right? Gues what its not.. infact its the opposite. You have to be nice to everyone even if you don't want to with a whole lot of responsibilities on your head along with the expectations people have of you , "ughhh its torture" is what actually goes on in the mind of that girl. Incase you are wondering about who am I talking about ? Its me .. Hi I'm Sydney.

I wont say that all of it is torture , there are many benefits of being a campus belle and having support of the teachers and I really do like being responsible but the major drawback is I can't be who I wanna be at the school, the "image" as people refer to has me surrounded in a 360 degree circle. I really miss the old times where I was carefree and free of all these duties and the fake atmosphere I had to create , on top of it I really miss having fun with "him".

The "him" I'm referring to is someone with whom I have spent a lot of my time with as a kid and the most bizarre thing is that I dont even know how he looks anymore because he had to shift with his family to some place far away from here. I wonder why my heart holds a special place for him even after all these years, I dont even know what the feeling is but its something special and cannot be there for just anyone is what I can say for sure . The only thing I remember from that time is a scar he got on his left eye while saving me from a stray dog in the park and his name "Ryan".

That's my life and today is my first day of the new year of high school . My responsibilities for today were mainly to supervise from the auditions going on in different halls from time to time to check on the first year students if they were participating or not as it was compulsoryof the first years to take part in it , it could be considered an easy task compared to the things I did in middle school. I go around from hall to hall staying there for 10 to 15 minutes each as there are many auditions going on today and a whole lot of first years to check on .

"Not as easy as you thought Sydney" is what I say to myself as I walk towards the last audition hall , I slide the door open and see a huge crowd there all lined up to perform for the audition, "woah compared to the different halls i have been through the music hall has to way too many students" i say to elle who's also committe member in the student council and also my best friend. "Yeah I guess I have been here for almost an hour and only 30% of the auditions are done , in pretty sure the teachers would need a lot of time to relax after this" she laughs while saying this, I laugh then I stand there at the end with elle to observe and get the students to check their names on the list and put a tick mark next to it. I notice there are a few people whose names haven't been tick marked yet,"hmm maybe they aren't in the school today i guess" . After 15 minutes I compile all the lost and wave goodbye to the elle and start walking towards the door .

As soon as I am about to slide the door open, someone does it for me , its a guy there trying to breathe in and out seems like he came running here in a hurry , he has a fair skin ,dark hair and a "broken nose". I wonder what happened to him , no wait I actually know what must have happened, I sigh as I look at him "poor guy" I think in my mind and to my surprise he falls in the ground when he seems me , must have been shocked I guess. I extend my hand to help him and when he looks up to me and something strange struck me thats when I see it its there its right there.. the scar on that guy's left eyebrow the exact same scar "he" had...

I could literally feel my heart beat rising while holding her hand, what did I even do to recieve this? first I get beaten down to the point where I get a broken nose and now I am holding the hand of one of the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen? ,damn I dont know if I am lucky or unlucky considering how flustered I am at the moment.

As soon as I get up I see her staring at me as if she is in a shock, "I wonder what's wrong" is what I think when I remember the fact that I have a broken nose, "no wonder she is looking at me that way". I break the awkwardness by trying to strike a conversation "thank you so much" I say with a smile as she now seems to be back in her senses, "oh no problem" she says as she smiles "are you here for the music auditions?" she says. "Umm yes but am I late ? I got held up somewhere " I say hesitating a bit knowing for a fact that my nose must have been all the proof she needed for me being held up somewhere.

She laughs a bit "haha don't worry you're not late actually u could still give auditions even if u were an hour late there is a huge line waiting to give the auditions , but I think its for the best if you get your nose treated first because i don't think performing with a bloody nose would be much of an attraction for the judges". I instantly cover my nose "yeah I guess you're right" I laugh awkwardly. "I should leave now I have some where to go now" she says. "Oh yes yes thank you once again ummm..." she tilts her head "my name?" I nod and blush at the fact that she looked so adorable at that moment, "Its Sydney".

She smiles and starts to leave. All I could do was watch her as walks way from the door and down the hall, I kept looking at her till I couldn't see her anymore just enough for me to get back to senses only to realize that I didn't say tell her my name, "jeez how stupid can I be" I mutter to myself "wonder if I'llsee her again". I wonder about it when i walk down to the infirmary to get my nose patched up, turns out I wasn't the only one with a broken nose today.. i could see atleast 2 more kids in the infirmary getting treatment and soon as the nurse sees me she give a sigh "we have another broken nose here" . "wait another? " i look shocked as I see her expression which shows that this tradition has been going on for a long time and now even these nurses have also gotten so used to it which is even more annoying .

After getting my treatment I walk back to the audition hall, Good thing is that I dont feel that kuch of the pain anymore that i felt before..no wonder those nurses looked at it normally they have gotten pro at treating these wounds . I moved back to my old home 2 days back and was so busy with unpacking my belongings that completely forgot to contact my friends that I have been in touch with all this time I really look forward to meeting them all to be honest but more than that I was really hoping to find "her"

That girl whom I would only meet in the park as thats where were we became friends but I couldn't ask for her name because she was an introvert sort of a person but the fact that she used to come to the park everyday in the afternoon was enough for me , she did know my name tho as I practically told her everything, the park was a happy place for me in this town and she was the core to that happy place, I still remember all the time is spent with her clearly, I really hope I get to see her again, see how she is doing and " hopefully this time I can get her name".