A Mountain We Shall Climb Together

Chapter 1:

Jane walked down the hall of her high school. It was her first day as a freshman. She was a little nervous, but not too much. She was popular among most of the high school students even though she was just a freshman because of her basketball ability. She definitely was a legend. As she arrived at her first class she sat down at a desk in the middle of the room. Jane was byno means stupid. She held high grades as well as worked so hard physically she could be playing basketball on the varsity team that all of the seniors were on as a freshman in high school. As soon as Jane was settled in her desk and looked up she saw that she was surrounded by her classmates. All of them were smiling and wanted to know about her summer.

Soon the bell rang signaling the start of the class. The people around Jane's desk didn't move until the teacher clapped her hands and ordered everyone to their desks. When everyone dispersed from around Jane's desk she caught sight of a young honey blonde girl sitting in the very front row with her eyes glued to a book. Jane couldn't help but stare at the honey blonde whose brow was creased in concentration. The girl didn't look like she belonged there. She worn clothes that looked expensive compared to her jeans and Red Sox t-shirt.

Soon class had started and she got pulled out of her daze. The teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Lee. She was a petite woman maybe in her early to mid-fifties. She had short light brown hair. Mrs. Lee was our Algebra I teacher. "Ok class, today we are just going to review today what you learned in Pre-Algebra. If you can't add, subtract, divide, or multiply you are going to fail this class." One boy diagonally behind me snorted and said 'whatever' under his breath. Mrs. Lee handed out sheets of paper that contained a few problems from everything we learned in Pre-Algebra last year. "Now, I don't expect all of you to remember how to do every single problem, but I do expect you to know most of them. And, don't worry about getting it all done today. We will be working on the packet all week."

Jane looked at the first few problems on the paper and got them done with little trouble. The problems began to get harder and she just couldn't remember how to work them. She looked up from her paper to think when her eyes landed on the honey blonde from earlier. She was already done with the first page and half way down the second page. "Damn, how can she remember how to do all of this?" A short time later the bell rang and pulled Jane out of her trance. "All right class, before you leave hand in your packet and we can work on it again tomorrow" Mrs. Lee stated as she stood next to her desk.

As soon as I turned my paper into Mrs. Lee at her desk I turned to look for the honey blonde. She was already gone. My search was cut short when Barry Frost stood in the doorway and called to me. "Rizzoli, come on. I can't be waiting on your ass all the time," he chuckled. "I'm comin'" I yelled to him as I picked up my backpack that was next to my seat. Frost was one of my best friends. Through all of the fame I received he was there from the beginning and stayed true to himself.

"So, what class you got next?" Frost asked.

I looked down at the schedule in my hand. "British Literature, you?" Frost looked down at his schedule "Computers". He had a huge smile on his face.

"You're such a nerd." I laughed. Frost gave me a light punch to the arm. "Ow, don't you know it's not nice to hit girls." I played with him as I rubbed my arm and hit him back. "Come on, you know you love me." He teased. And with that, we went our separate ways.

The rest of the morning went by quickly. It was finally lunch time and I was especially hungry after having a great workout. I met Frost by a soda machine, and got in the lunch line. Frost was the first to speak. "So, looks like you have a fun schedule."

"Yep, I'm pretty excited about it actually. I think I'm gonna really enjoy this year. Except for the academic part of it of course." I replied with a laugh. We continued our conversation all the way to the table until a particular honey blonde caught my eye. She was just standing there in the middle of the cafeteria with her tray and a book in her hands. Her attention was brought to a group of guys sitting at a table close to her. "Hey little hottie, you new here cause I'm sure I'd remember eyes like those." A boy with short blond hair said as he put his hands to his chest as he said the eyes part referring to her breasts. The whole table burst into laughter. The honey blonde looked confused for a moment before she realized what they were talking about. She glared at them and walked away. "Jane. Jane. JANE!"

"What!"

"Are you even listening to me?" Frost questioned.

"Yeah, sorry, I just got a little distracted that's all."

"All right, so what I was saying, what are the rest of your classes?" I pulled my schedule out of my back pocket and read it out to Frost. "English, Biology, and Basketball slash PE."

"Sweet! I have English and Biology too."

"Nice! well, we had better hurry up and finish eating before we're late." I said as I glanced at the clock on the wall.

Frost and I walked into English together and sat right next to each other. Frost leaned over to me. "Have you heard the rumors about this teacher, Jane?"

"No, what about her?"

"It's said that she haunts the halls on a full moon and parties with William Shakespeare."

"What are you talking about Frost, that's ridicules? I'm sure she's a very nice lady." With that, an elderly woman stood up from her computer in the corner of her room and walked over to her podium. I looked over to Frost who looked just as stunned as I was. Frost looked over to me with his mouth still agape. "I thought they were joking." He whispered to me.

"Hello children. My name is Mrs. Thomas. I will be teaching all of you wonderful children English and in addition to that, Shakespeare. We will be doing Much Ado About Nothing this year. It is one of my favorite plays and I hope you all enjoy it just as much as I do. Every Monday and Friday is Shakespeare Day so make sure you bring your books I am about to hand out to you."

As one could suspect English was as boring as ever. I was so happy school was almost over. I just had one more boring class left. That class was Biology. As I entered with Frost I noticed the honey blonde girl from math and lunch sitting in the first row not looking up from the book she was reading. 'Is the only thing she does is read?' I thought to myself as I walked to a desk next to Frost. The teacher was standing at his podium watching the rest of the kids file in. I was sitting in my chair talking to a group that had gathered around my desk when the bell rang for class to start.

We were learning about molecules and atoms today. Talk about boring. Whenever Mr. Allen, the biology teacher, would ask the class a question I noticed only one person would raise their hand and answer the question correctly and enthusiastically, the honey blonde. Eventually you could tell that Mr. Allen was getting tired of having just one person participate in answering his questions. "Since it seems that I am only keeping Ms. Isles attention, everyone open your books and read to the section review and answer the questions."

Groaning and complaining filled the whole classroom. "I don't want to hear it. If this is the only way you guys are gunna learn then it will be like this all year." The rest of the class was completely silent except for the occasional snores here and there. Finally, the bell rang. I grabbed all my things happy to go to basketball. When I was nearly out of the door Mr. Allen spoke. "Oh, and class, there will be a quiz tomorrow on what you read." Good thing I heard that.

I looked in my locker to grab all of the books I needed for homework before heading to the locker room to get changed for basketball.

We only worked on ball handling drills. By the time school was out I was exhausted. I met Frost outside by the fountain. We talked a bit while we walked to our bicycles. We always rode home together. All of the way home we exchanged stories about our day at school. When we finally reached home we said our goodbyes before I went inside and Frost continued his way down the street to his house. I went straight to my room for some alone time before the rest of my rowdy family got home. My mind thought about nothing in particular as a sat at the edge of my bed and shot hoops into my miniature basketball hoop that hung on the door.


This is my first fan fiction. Please let me know in the comments if there is anything I need to fix or clear up. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I will also take any suggestions on where you want me to go with the story. I will try to update as often as I can. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story.