In the car it was chaos. The four friends could barely keep their seats. Adrianne sat, nervously brushing her newly straightened hair out of her face. Her mother looked at her through the rear-view mirror, one eyebrow raised. Adrianne's mum was the only mother out of all of their mothers that they trusted to tell everything. She remembered what it used to be like to be young, and how she would try and scream at her own mother when she was denied her rights as a teenager. Emily caught Adrienne's eye, winked at her, and reached across the other two to give her a squeeze. Adrienne couldn't help but laugh. Her stomach was flipping over and tying itself in a gigantuam knot that couldn't be undone. This was how nervous she was. Her mind raced with scenarios of herself, tripping, falling, stumbling, stuttering, making a complete and absolute fool of herself. Adrianne was like that. She made up little skits in her head of different people and different places and different times and different scenarios, but always the same subject - her. Suddenly the mini-van slowed and finally halted, and all four girls simply stopped talking. First Adrianne looked out the window, followed by Sasha, and then Bethany, finally Emily. It seemed like an hour before Adrianne's mum turned around, with her right arm around the back of the seat next to her, and said, "Alright girls, this is your stop. Are you ready for this? Because I can run in and tell the secre--" But Adrianne cut her off. She said confidently, "Mum, mum. We'll be fine. It's just highschool. How bad can it be?" Her mum just smiled at her and gave them each a hug as they piled out of the van. As she drove off she opened her window and stuck her hand out and waved. All four waved back. Hitching their backpacks and messenger backs up their shoulders or backs, they linked arms, elbows around elbows, and starting with the right foot, began the first day of highschool. How bad could it possibly be?