Isla’s Point of View
First Day of Senior Year – Whitney Young Magnet High School
The first day of senior year felt like stepping into a chapter I wasn’t sure I was ready to write. The parking lot of Whitney Young Magnet High School was buzzing with students, laughter, and the occasional honk of a car horn. Shane’s car rumbled as he turned into the lot, finding a spot toward the back.
“You ready for this?” Shane asked, pulling into the space and shutting off the engine.
I glanced at him, my fingers idly twisting the strap of my bag. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
He reached over, giving my hand a squeeze. “You’ll be fine. Let’s just survive senior year together.”
I chuckled softly. “Deal.”
We both got out, the September breeze ruffling my hair as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. Shane
