The School of Drama Queens, Stoners, and Scaredy Cats

High school. Those two words sent shivers down my spine. Realizing I was going to be in high school this year was like going up to a normal person and saying a terrorist was going to attack their work tomorrow.
And the sad part is, that’s not even an exaggeration.
Normal sounded pretty good right now, come to think of it. I was getting my backpack ready for school tomorrow, my hands shaking.
It’s not like I was panicking about high school itself. I was a pretty average student and I had a friend, so I wasn’t worried about that part. You see, I’m ephebiphobia. In case you don’t know what that means, I’m afraid of teenagers.
Don’t give me all that crap, like “Aren’t you a teenager?” or “Isn’t your best friend a teenager?” or anything like that. I know that I’m a teenager. And yes, I know my best friend is a teenager too.
Ok, so let me specify. I’m afraid of a certain type of teenagers. It’s a long story. But one I guess I have to tell.
This story is about me, Treasure Mickey, and my best friend, Tess Logan (Also my long lost cousin) and our first year in hell...I mean, high school.