It's 6:45 in the morning and Bianca is only halfway through getting ready for the first day of school. She stuffs her "actual outfit" for school in her purse and then covers them up with her cell phone, wallet, and make-up. She then starts putting on her father-approved outfit when the devil himself walks in. Her father preps her again on the dangers of talking to boys and what a smile will lead to. She rolls her eyes and sits through the talk until he leaves and she can get back to work. Walking into her bathroom, she starts putting on her mascara when her feminist sister walks in. "What do you want," Bianca asks annoyingly while looking at her sister through the mirror.

Charles flipped the omelet in the frying pan with his trusty spatula clenched firmly in his right hand as his left was fishing in the cabinet for a bowl. "Wheres my backpack!" A young female voice cried out, and without looking up Charles yelled back "On the hook behind the door." A faint metallic popping sound escaped the nearby toaster "Nikki! Your toast is ready!" He called as he placed the discovered bowl on the counter using one hand to pour milk as he took the omelet off the frying pan and onto a plate "Mathew, Madison, your breakfast is ready." He called once more into the house.

It didnt take long as the three kids can in Mathew taking his omelet, Nikki her toast, and Madison her cereal. "Nikki.. are you sure you dont want something more than toast?" He asked turning on the sink to wash the dishes he used to make breakfast. "No" A rather tall blond girl said "Got to watch my weight.." She said almost shyly taking her two pieces of plain toast. "Your in 8th grade, why does it matter?" He asked still scrubbing away at the pan. "Dont have any boys after you do they? Im pretty good with this frying pan.." He chided lightly as he placed it in the drainer to dry. "Whatever" The 13 year old girl said rolling her eyes.

He took this momentary freedom to glance at the kitchen table which had the three kids at it. Nicole was eating her toast, which looked rather nasty to him. The short boulder that was his little brother Mathew, 7th grader now eating the omelet he had made. The same boy used his fork to open the omelet "Wheres the bacon?" He asked curiously picking around. Charles let out a smile as he filed a glass with milk to drink for himself "We are out. Ill run to the store after school and see If I can pick some more up. Instead I used sausage, not as good but I think it coops rather well." He said taking as sip. The boy snorted taking another bite. It wasnt the same Charles knew that, but hey, what could he do? The youngest of the bunch, Madison, was eating her cereal, well, his cereal since fruity pebbles was his favorite for a long time, but today she decided it was her favorite too. 1st grade.. so strange how they grow so fast.

"Remember Nikki, Madison has to be at the bus stop at 7:12, not a second later." he reminded her for what must have been the 30th time this week, but he was always worried. His school started earlier, so he wasnt able to stay and keep tabs on them like he would have wanted. He reached into his pocket fishing out his cellphone to check the time. "Alright guys I gotta go.." he said doing a mental check, phone check, backpack by the door so check, hat.. he reached on top of his head and sure enough felt his Dodge hat check, and his wallet.. reaching into his back jean pocket sure he was going to find it.. nothing?

"Hey guys have you seen my wallet?" He asked them still checking his pockets "Yea" came Nikkis voice, "its on the table." He walked over and sure enough there it was, he scooped it up but stopped extending his hand to Nikki flexing with his hand in the common give it sign. Rolling her eyes, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a 5 dollar bill she had taken. Charles shook his head before instead taking 2 dollars out and switching out the five. "Next time ask" He said flicking her in the ear to which she gave a yelp and a glare. "Mathew, no more fights" he warned pointing at him before kissing Madison on top of the head "Have a good day at school."

"Bye!" he waved before closing the door to the house. It was a nice morning, and his old beat up 74' dodge pickup was still sitting on its side of the drive way, his mom having left long ago for work. He opened the drivers door and slide in turning the ignition letting the truck bark a little before coming fully alive once more. "Ok, time to pick up Kate." He said as a verbal reminder before turning on the radio to a random station, a talk show! Aw what a lovely morning this was turning out to be.

6:30.

The alarm clock that stood on the nightstand next to the bed suddenly began blaring out its screeching call, jarring Irene van de Velde from what had previously been a serene, dreamless sleep. The young woman awoke with a start, as if taken by surprise, and then grumbled a bit as she practically slapped the alarm clock off the nightstand to turn it off—she’d been using it all year, and yet she still hadn’t gotten used to being awoken by a screaming alarm rather than being gently shaken awake by her younger sister, who had always managed, somehow, to wake up at 6:30 AM every morning, consistently. Living alone has its drawbacks, I guess… Irene thought to herself as she climbed out of bed and stumbled towards her closet to find clothes for the day.

With the fierce independence the currently half-asleep Irene had shown all her life, it had been no surprise when, as soon as Irene, only a month ago, hit eighteen years old, the age at which one was no longer required to live with a parent or guardian, she immediately found a cheap apartment nearby and moved into it. Since then she’d had the time of her life. There was no mistake—she loved her family. But having a living space all to herself, living all on her own with no one else around to bug her…it far outweighed the drawbacks.

Yawning still, Irene turned to make her way to the bathroom, stumbling in and staring at herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was a tall girl about five foot ten, with dark, slightly tanned skin, and black hair currently raised up in a ponytail; the white tank top she wore showcased the Celtic knot tattoos running up her forearms and the crimson tribal dragon tattooed on her left bicep. For a moment Irene simply stared at herself in the mirror, as if meeting herself for the first time, before she began the long and seemingly laborious process of brushing her teeth and washing her face. There was no lipstick, no mascara, no eyeliner, no makeup of any kind to be found anywhere in the bathroom—or anywhere in the house. Not that that was a bad thing; after all, Irene simply had no desire for makeup.

By the time she exited the bathroom, Irene was significantly more awake; dousing her face in cold water had done its job well. She swiftly slid a leather jacket over the tank-top before going out to the kitchen to eat breakfast—which was two pieces of buttered toast. After all, she wasn’t Iron Chef…or any chef, for that matter. She devoured the two slices of buttered bread quickly before slinging her backpack over her shoulder, walking out the door and locking it behind her, and then making her way down the steps of the apartment building and out to the apartment parking lot. She scanned the area quickly, locating her car rather easily—a black ’67 Camaro with flames running up the hood tended to stand out. Smiling slightly as she approached the car (even two years after buying it, she loved it no less than ever), Irene entered the Camaro and started the engine, which rumbled and roared loud enough to be heard down the street with ease; she quickly turned on the CD player she had installed in the old muscle car and slid a CD into it. As the car pulled out into the driveway and began to speed down the street, the sound of Motörhead’s “Overkill” blasted out from the open windows of the Camaro, informing everyone within a ten mile radius that Irene van de Velde was currently on her way to school.

Kate stretched and yawned as she walked past the bathroom still in her Star Wars pajama pants and a tank top. Scratching the back of her head she knew her little sister was in the bathroom gussying up. "You know dads gonna find out your changing clothes at school. I swear he has short skirt radar", she walked over to her side of the bathroom and proceeded to brush her teeth. She knew her sister and her were very different personality wise and she resented Kate's decision to not date. But Kate had decided there was really only one guy she liked and her dad wouldn't like him but then their father didn't like any guy that got within a thirty mile radios of his girls. She rinsed and spit into the sink on her side of the bathroom vanity. She raked a brush through her plain brown hair, she looked over at Bianca she was lucky she had got her looks from their mother. And Kate looked more like their father, dark hair and dark eyes. "Well Im gonna get dressed before Charlie get here", she said even though she knew she didn't give a rats patootie.

Charlie he had been Kates best friend as far back as she could remember. They were always in the same class in elementary, he was one of the few kids that still associated with her in the third grade after she broke that boys nose at recess. He was a great guy and a good friend, it hurt her sometimes she wanted to date him so badly. But her father had formed an incorrect opinion of Charlie a long time ago. Her father allowed them to be friends and she didn't want to loose him completely by changing their relationship to romantic one. She had hoped that her father would have changed his opinion of Charlie over the years. But every time her friend comes around her father becomes tense and grumbles. She really doesn't know what causes this reaction to Charlie. The guy was great totally behind the times, with an old chivalrous personality that guys his age didn't typically have. She pulled on a pair of skinny black jeans, a whit t-shirt and black vest with various smart ass comment buttons on it. A pair of rainbow colored socks and Chuck Taylors finishing off her typical school dress. Walking down the stair and into the kitchen she rummaged through the cabinets, till she found a chewy granola bar. Grabbing her back pack off the floor next to the door. She made her way outside and sat down on the front step to wait for her ride.

Charles had been listening to this man on the talk show for awhile and had settled on the opinion that the guy was an ass. If faced with a question he couldn't answer, or a caller he couldn't quite meet; he would cut the line than continue on for a few minutes on how ignorant they and America was. It wasn't much different with many people in high school, but at least that wasn't on the public radio, he clicked the number 2 button on his radio for the local rock station. Personally, he was in a country mood or more specifically a Zac Brown mood, but, strangely, he found not many in high school truly appreciated country, so he would go with rock to be safe even with Kate.

He pulled up on the street with Kate's house and parked. He reached for the door handle when he noticed she was already on the steps. Well, that makes it easy, personally, he didn't like meeting her dad unless necessary. Even since elementary school the man has hated him for some reason, it didn't make him stop trying to get him to at least not pull the three g's: grit, grumble, and glare. His old truck didn't have much in the ways of air conditioning, so he always left the windows down when driving for the air, and he waved at her out the window. She looked the same as always, as if time did nothing to her. Still that same choice in style, but her shirts did give him something fun to read during Physics. Mr. Jordan had to be the most monotonic teacher in the entire school.

Well, it might not be fair to comment on her clothes, when he wasn't exactly walking fashion. He was wearing a plain gray shirt that luckily had no holes in it, jeans with a hole at his left knee, but he was proud to say that he did not buy his jeans with that hole like many people did these days, his old sneakers, and, of course, his hat. Leaning over, he made sure the passenger door was unlocked and pushed it open for her.

"Oh please Kate, I've been doing this for years. Dad won't figure it out." Bianca finishes putting on her make-up then goes back to her room and picks up her laptop and folders and places them in the stylized case she bought a few weeks ago. Bianca checks out her outfit in the mirror one last time before going downstairs. The plain V-neck and jeans weren't all that bad if she was staying in on a Saturday but it wasn't Saturday. It was the first day of school and she couldn't start out the year by wearing something plain. Who does her dad think she is, her sister?

Mr. Millo watches from the window as his eldest daughter sit and waits for her ride. Every time he looks at one of his daughters he remembers a time when they were little and they didn't even look at boys. The only boy they thought they ever needed was him. It seemed life was much simpler back then. His memory was cut short by his other daughter running down the stairs. He glances over at her and glimpses his late wife. It's amazing how much Bianca looks like her,

"Dad, Can you give me a ride to school?" Bianca asks while shuffling through the refrigerator for something to eat. She takes out the milk and a toaster strudel. While her breakfast is in the toaster and her milk has been poured into a glass, Bianca walks over to her dad. Mr. Millo runs outside and stops Kate and Charles from leaving. After giving Charles a cold glare, he turns to Kate saying, "Bianca needs a ride to school. Can she ride with you?"

Kate stopped in her tracks and sighed she was looking forward to sitting and just talking about whatever with Charlie. But that was just shot all to hell, "Hurry up Bianca!", she growled out, she went on ahead and got into the truck sliding over to the middle of the bench seat. "Sorry Charlie but we have to wait on Bianca", she leaned over and set her elbows on her knees then put her chin in the palms of her hands. She looked over at Charlie and smiled she really did love this guy, he never changed and the older her got the more handsome he got. It drove her crazy sometimes she wished her father wasn't so hard on him because they were really allot alike. Maybe that's what bothered her father the most he wanted them to find guys better than him, but he never takes into consideration how great of a guy he already is. Kate sighed and yelled out the truck again, "Come on Bianca Jeebus!".

Hearing Kate holler at her to hurry up was not what she was expecting. Bianca rolled her eyes and took a bite of her toaster strudel. Grabbing her bags, she hurries out the door passed her dad and into the truck. "God Kate. Don't get your panties in a twist. You're not going to be late." There isn't much room in the back for her legs so she tries many different sitting positions before finally settling down and putting her seat belt on. "At least this is better than riding with Mr. Control Freak," she groans as she pulls out her iphone and starts texting frantically on it.

Upon hearing Bianca was going to ride with them, he smile an gave a shrug "Its fine, I don't mind." Bianca somewhat reminded him of his own little sister, a little older, more rebellious, and other minor differences, but she never truly bothered him all that much because of that resemblance. He was even willing to bet she ate toast today like his sister. He looked out the window in time to see Mr. Millo glaring at him. Whelp, he would be lying if he said he was hoping for something other than a glare.. maybe a verbal assault? Just something to spruce up their relationship.

With Bianca in the car.. texting, well that was a good way to encourage communication and friendship wasn't it? It reminded him of last year when two girls sitting right next to each other texted each other instead of speaking.. creepy. Senior year, man, he got old. With everyone in the truck, he switched gears and drove off down the street singing in off-tune with the song playing. He didnt think Kate would want to talk as much with Bianca here, and whoever was texting Bianca seemed to be far more interesting than either of them, so when in doubt sing it out.

"Urgh, my brain..." thought Joe. "I hate mornings." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced at his clock, noting that he had woken up late. Again. He stretches his toned body and heads for his bathroom relieving his bladder. He brushes his teeth and washes his face absentmindedly. Taking his time, Joe dresses in his jeans and dress shirt. He grabs his wallet and car keys along with an apple and heads out the door. As he starts his car up, he thinks about the coming day.

"Maybe I can learn something in class today. If I decide to pay attention that is..." Gunning his 350z, Joe speeds to school getting there just in time for his first class.

A few moments after the Camaro had begun on its way to the high school, ‘Overkill’ gave way to Megadeth’s ‘Back in the Day’—though by no means did the music get any quieter, remaining at the same ear-splitting volume that meant just about everyone down the street was being treated to Irene’s music whether they liked it or not. As for Irene herself, she merely smiled and sang along to the music, hardly caring if anyone was bothered by the thunderous guitar riffs and vocals booming out from the muscle car.

The Camaro slowed down and stopped as it approached a red light, and there Irene heard through the open window the sound of a car barking and rumbling. Well, she knew of only one person whose car matched her own in terms of the sheer noise the damn thing made as it drove; indeed, when she glanced to the side, she saw a familiar old truck stopping at the red light next to her car, accompanied by someone singing along with music as well. In the car she saw the very familiar face of Kate Millo—Irene smiled and called out through the open window, waving at her before she then took note of who was seated next to Kate, and her smile lessened, if only a little. Of course Kate would be riding with Charles to school, Irene thought bitterly. She could have asked me instead… The second after that thought appeared, Irene mentally reprimanded herself. I shouldn’t be so immature about it, she reminded herself, and turned back to the red light above, hoping it would turn green quickly so that she could get to school and then see Kate there.

When they threesome arrived at school Bianca thanked for the ride, mainly out of courtesy, and left to go change into her clothes before too many people saw her. Walking into a new school for the first time can be breathtaking. It is so much bigger than middle school and is easier to get lost in. Walking by some classmates she finds the red door that says ladies room. She walks in and finds the nearest empty stall. Pulling out the clothes she stuffed in her purse, Bianca starts getting to work with her outfit. She takes off the jeans she was in and replaces it with a royal blue skirt with white polka dots that goes slightly above the knee. Her plain v-neck shirt was switched to a white button up blouse. She switches out her converses for blue high heels. When everything was in it's place she left the stall and checked her make up in the mirror. Bianca left the bathroom and walks around campus looking for her friends but what she finds is a whole lot of people all hovering around one area. She looks around for her friends and is starting to get a little nervous.

Michael's eyes fluttered open as he emerged from sleep. He sat up and began walking towards the mirror looking for something to wear. His brown hair was messy and he stood in front of the full length mirror in a pair of sweatpants and blue t-shirt. After a shower he exchanged it for his favorite skinny jeans, converse, and white t-shirt. He fixed his hair so that it still had it's cute naturally messy look and walked into the kitchen. His mother was asleep and he didn't bother fixing himself breakfast. He grabbed his backpack and walked out the door. He walked along the sidewalk waving at familiar faces and smiling. It was surprising like nice out today, the sun wasn't exactly shining bright or anything but it still gave a warm glow, and it wasn't cold at all. He smiled walking along ans stopped at his favorite tree grabbing a leaf off of the tree and twirling it around in his fingers. He dropped the leaf and continued walking on. Once he reached the school he did the same in the hallway, as he spotted Bianca he greeted her the way he greeted everyone on days were he was happy. He flashed a boyish smile before hugging her. "Hey Bianca, you look great." He saw Charles and Kate and smiled hugging them also. "Hey Katey, Hey Charles." He almost laughed knowing that Kate would most likely hate being called Katey. Though a pang of jealousy went through him seeing Charles with Kate. He knew she shouldn't be jealous. Pushing it away he focused on Katey. Then looked away for a second blushing a little. He hated how he could seem like such a little kid. Though it was just how he was, he couldn't change it.

All was going well, and compared to usual his singing today was on top form! At a stop light, he heard rather loud music and looked over more than curious to see who it was and behold there was Irey. He consider her his friend.. although sometimes he got the vibe that maybe she didnt like him, which he hoped wasnt true. When she waved, he instantly thought it was to him, so he waved back smiling. He continued his rather lovely singing all the way to school.

On the arrival, as soon as he turned off the engine Bianca hoped out of the car with a thanks. "No problem!" he yelled after her in hopes she would hear it. She ditched them rather fast, but than again she always was more of the 'I want people to love me' kind of person. He didn't know it was that bad to be seen with him. The majority of people in the school liked him, with a few who didn't, but he was rather proud of that fact as they were assholes, and he didn't like talking to people he considered like that. Kate was Kate, he didnt understand how people could not like her, but he was glad that she never let that get to her and try to change like many girls.

He started to climb out of the truck only to remember he still had his hat on. With the briefest of mutters on his own stupidity, he tugged the hat off and left it on the dashboard, his hair no doubt flat from the hat. He locked and rolled up the windows before climbing out only to get a surprise hug from Mickey. It was a surprise, but not a bad one. He didnt mind hugs, he preferred them to handshakes as they were just awkward. "Hey Mickey." Charles said with a laugh as he hugged him back.

(I'm going to have to leave you guys for 10 days. I wanted to tell you because I don't want you to think I'm bailing. I'm going on a trip that requires me to have no internet. If there is a way I can get on I will.)

"Mickey! How are you!? I haven't seen you all summer. I tried calling a few times but all I got was nothing." Bianca says glad to have found someone she knows. She hugs him back smiling. She then notices that he's looking at both Kate and Charles in two different ways. She can't put a finger on it but she knows something is up.
Bianca starts looking for words, "Uh... I have to go find someone. Uh... They left something at our house and I should go return it." She starts to walk off when she turns around and smiles the famous Bianca smile and waves to Mickey, Charles, and her sister (she has no clue why to her sister). She then disappears into the crowd and starts getting bumped around. She gets a few looks from guys but those guys were just the assholes who wanted to say they got into the pants of a freshman the quickest. She then sees a guy over by a 350z. He looks bored out of his mind yet still pretty hot. At that moment her view of him was blocked by a group of goths and she starts getting pushed around some more. When the bell finally rang, she was pushed around some more by everyone who didn't want to be late the first day. Someone trips her and as she falls all her stuff comes out of her backpack. "Crap. What the hell." Leaning over she starts to pick up her stuff off the floor.

Kate watched as her sister ran off to fraternize with the shallow people, She then looked down at her watch, looking over at Charlie she smirked, "Hey Pavarotti! whats your home room this year", she asked Charlie "Hey Mike whats up man?". She looked at him she laughed in her head he looked like he was desperately trying to channel Justin Bieber. She smiled only Mike could pull it off and still look better than the Bieber, "Mike as long as you don't start singing "Baby" we'll be cool".

Irene watched as Charles turned and waved back, smiling as well—but Kate didn’t seem to notice, or maybe she hadn’t heard Irene. A bit put out by this, Irene nevertheless redirected her smile towards Charles in a friendly manner, though she did bite her lip slightly before doing so. After all, we’re friends, Charles and I, even if I feel the need to be immature sometimes and be cold towards him for something that is totally not his fault… Well, an end to that, she told herself as the red light turned green and the cars began to advance onwards. It was a new school year, after all. Changes were to be made.

Soon the Camaro was pulling into the student parking lot, coming to a slow halt at one of the designated spaces. As Irene removed the keys from the ignition, the car’s tumultuous racket died away, as did the deafening rock music booming out from it; pausing for a moment to get her things in order, returning her iPod and cell phone to her jacket pockets and slinging a backpack strap over one shoulder, Irene pushed the door of the car open and strode out into the parking lot, marching out towards the main buildings of the school.

When she entered the hallways of the main building, Irene saw, not far away, Kate and Charles, accompanied by Michael, one of Bianca’s friends. As she approached the group, she heard something along the lines of ”As long as you don’t start singing ‘Baby’…” “Good god, no,” Irene said with a smile as she approached. “If people start singing Bieber in the hallways I just might start walking around belting out the lyrics to my favourite Iron Maiden songs…”

Kate smiled, "You and me both Irey, I was just letting Mike know to not try it or I'll have to commence kicking his butt". Irey was allot like Kate and was one of her best friends. But she kind of acted weird when she and Charlie were together, she assumed it was some kind of jealousy thing but Kate didn't want to read to much into it. "Well we can sing Iron Maiden or Metallica its up to you Irey", Kate laughed. "Come on Mike Im just kidding I know everyone thinks I'm a royal Bisnoch but Im not right Charlie", she said smiling. Even though most girls wouldn't give Charlie a second thought Kate thought he was one of the cutest guys in school. She always wondered why he didn't date to often. She shrugged the thought off.

"Mrs. Heddings, room A244" Charles replied to the homeroom question, before the talk of bieber, and Metallica. "HA!" Charles exclaimed placing his hands on his hips in a mockery or a hero. "None of them compare, to the glory of the gaga." He said with a fake awe. He did have a huge crush on Lady Gaga, although he meant it all as more of a joke. He would sing lady gaga of course, as how could he not? He temporary left the world lost in his thoughts before hearing with the patented mans selective hear "Right Charlie?"

Crap. What did she ask? He wasnt paying attention, of course he found that all girls get made if they find out that you werent listening. He glanced to the left and to the right before smiling "Right." He confirmed. He needed to quickly change the subject least Kate catch on to the fact that he had no idea what he said right to. One of his friends Mario walked by "Hey Mario!" Charles yelled waving, and Mario waved back still walking towards the school not really stopping to chat with them. Damn, so much for changing the conversations, but eh what was he to do?

“Metallica, Iron Maiden…either one’s got more balls than Bieber’s crap for ‘music’,” Irene chuckled. Anything to block out any fool who dared sing the ‘music’ of that pitiful excuse of a ‘vocalist’ (for if it wasn’t already obvious, Irene was rather…opinionated about music). Kate laughed, and turned back to Michael. "Come on Mike, I’m just kidding… I know everyone thinks I'm a royal Bisnoch but I’m not.” “I am, though,” Irene stated in a mock-serious voice. “And I’m just going to say that if you mention Lady Gaga one more time, Charles, I will honest to god kick your ass.” A second later her face split into a smile, as if to assure everyone she was just joking—apparently you couldn’t be too sure when Irene said anything about kicking your ass…something she herself had only just found out recently.

“Ah, it seems like real music is starting to get replaced by all this pop and hiphop shit…” Irene murmured, mimicking an old man remembering the old days. “Some people have never even heard of Black Sabbath, it’s sad…” She glanced back as Charles called out to a friend, looking a bit nervous about something, but disregarded it, instead glancing down at her schedule to find her homeroom teacher. Heh…last time I’m gonna get a schedule for new classes, she thought to herself, thoroughly glad this was the last year of school. Sure, it was a great place to see friends and such, but it had always been something of a hassle as well, with all the classes that Irene had no interest in.

Though to be fair, Irene also wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to be interested in. She had been told to take classes that would prepare her for what she was going to do in college, but she wasn’t sure about that either. Ah well, I’ll deal with that when it’s necessary… she mused as she took out her cell phone to check the time. The signal to go to homeroom would sound in a couple of minutes…and the last year of school would officially begin.

(I'm back and extremely tired so I'm sorry for the shortness)

Bianca looks up from the ground and sees almost everyone inside already. She tries to quickly clean up her purse and jams everything in. She gets up and starts to smoothen out her outfit. She hurries off to homeroom and makes it in an open seat right as the bell rings. Looking around, she sees a lot of people she were friends with already and some new classmates. In the back of the room sat Mickey. Seeing him look at her she waves swiftly then turns back around in her seat and starts taking out her things for class.

Joe wasn't exactly world's biggest fan of school. But he did his best, usually. He made his way into home room in time for the final bell to ring. Deciding to take his usual spot in the back of the room, he sauntered over and took his seat before opening up his notebook and a mechanical pencil. He looked around and saw a few of the better looking girls were also in the back and decided he would eventually make a move on one of them. Depending whether they had boyfriends or not. Sighing, he listened to the teacher drone on about rules and how this is the first day to a great year, yadda, yadda, yadda. He started to draw some of the scenery he saw while traveling the wildernesses of the US over the summer. Slowly the time moved and by the time he was done with his first very rough sketch, he noticed that only 15 minutes of class had passed.

"I. Hate. School. Time passes way too slow." he thought, before turning the page in his notebook and beginning yet another sketch.

Kate was bored, she never really liked school but she wanted to get and education so she could get a job and move out of her father's house. She loved her father with all her heat but, hated the way he felt he had to run her and Bianca's life like they didn't have brains of their own. She was playing with her pencil holding it under her nose with her lips. "Miss Millo?, Could you please come back to this planet?", asked the teacher, Kate looked up at her, "Well when the planet makes sense I'll come back", said Kate as she removed her pencil mustache. Some of the other students giggled. The teacher rolled her eyes and tried to continue her lecture.

All through the first hour of school Bianca was barely paying attention. The first day of school is the same every year. Teachers go over the "classroom rules" and fees while the students act like they're listening when actually they are doodling in their notebooks. Bianca was no exception. By the time the bell rang ending first period she had drawn a whole page of random things. The teacher gave a short homework essay on if they learned anything over the summer. Bianca gets out of her seat as quickly as possible and bolts out the door. She heads towards her the locker she was assigned when she bumps into the guy she saw outside by his car. "Sorry," is all she could say before she started to walk off.

Joe just finished his fifth sketch when the bell rang, signalling the end of homeroom. As he made his way around the halls towards his locker. As he walked, a girl from homeroom bumped into him. She quickly said, "Sorry," before she started to walk of. Joe turned around quickly and looked at her and said, "Hey wait up!" as he followed her down the hall. He walked up alongside her and saw that she was actually really cute and good looking. "Hey," he said, "My name's Joe. You're new here right? Maybe I could show you around sometime."