Then I looked at MacKenzie, comfortable in skinny jeans and a green T-shirt with a rainbow across the front.

“You, too, Kenz,” I offered.

MacKenzie laughed. “No thanks, Tamiko. I’m not into fashion like you two are.”

“But I need a red-haired model,” I said. “Hashtag gingercutie.”

“That sounds awful,” MacKenzie teased.

“One of these days,” I said, and then we made our way into the building.

I found my locker and then headed to my first class, Spanish. As I made my way through the halls, I got stopped by a few kids, most of them complimenting my outfit.

“I read every single blog post you put out this summer,” my friend Kyra told me. “Tokyo looks like an amazing city. I hope I can go there someday.”

“It’s a long plane trip, but totally worth it,” I told her.

It was really cool to know that I still had so many blog readers. I mean, I always got a count of who was reading my posts, but to get feedback from fans in person felt great—kind of like I was a celebrity!

Finally, I got to Spanish class, and there stood Ewan! He smiled, accenting the dimple in his left cheek.

“Hey, it’s the world traveler,” he said.

“Hey, it’s the guy who was stuck in Bayville all summer,” I replied.

Ewan laughed. He gets my humor. “It wasn’t so bad. You know, people come from hours away to spend the summer in Bayville. The beach is great.”

“This is true,” I agreed. “Hey, let me see your schedule.”

Ewan showed it to me, and I frowned. “This is the only class we have together!”

“Really? That’s disappointing,” he said. “But at least we…”

“!Hola, estudiantes!”

A woman with short, black hair walked into the room.

“Yo soy Señora Hernandez,” she said. “In this class we will be seated alphabetically. So escuchame, por favor. I will call out your names. Leesa Allan, please take your seat here in the front row.…”

I looked at Ewan and frowned. “You’re a K, and I’m an S, so…”

“See you at lunch, I guess,” he said.

Señora Hernandez is one of those people with a lot of energy, and class was very intense, in my opinion, for the first day of school. She even gave us homework!

The rest of my teachers that day were a little more relaxed, and the day went pretty smoothly. That was a little disappointing, actually, because I was hoping for something exciting I could write about in my blog. Food fight in the cafeteria! Gym class confessions! Teacher who wears crazy ties! But everyone behaved themselves at lunchtime, we didn’t even suit up for gym, and only one of my teachers wore a tie: Mr. Miller, my third-period English teacher, and his was a very tasteful navy tie with black pinstripes. Nothing to blog about there.