Hello, I'm back! Apologies for all the half-finished fics, and virtual chocolate for all the people that have stuck with them! Due to coursework driving me insane, I had to write something. And everyone seems to have a schoolfic, exept me, which is a bit of a bummer. So here we go. I promise regular updates this time!!! And pm me if I forget, I won't get annoyed! :P

This one's multi-shipped; and loads of other pairings should turn up in the next few chaps. Nothing's set just yet, so if there's any pairings you want me to add in, tell me! Though I have a general idea where I'm going :)

Rated T, just to be safe, but rating might go up. :)

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?

The car door slammed, the vehicle drove away; and the little blonde was left stood on the pavement, her nose pink, her hair windswept. She pulled her coat closer around her body and walked slowly towards the gates. There were small groups all stood together around the courtyard, people turned to frown at her in ignorance. She was the new girl, the loner that no one knew.

A blonde fan of just below shoulder length hair billowed out behind her in the wind, and she hugged her folders close to her chest. It was a relief when the bell rang, she walked through the corridors searching for the right room.

"Need a hand?" A dark haired girl bent her head a little, she was tall and had startling blue eyes, outlined with thick mascara and eyeliner. She was a drastic opposite to Sam's slim 5 foot 3, with only a slick of mascara.

"Please," Sam sighed, "Any chance you know where Miss um.. Centonze's form room is?" She smiled when the girl walked with her to a room, "I'm Sam," she introduced herself shyly.

"And I'm Kate," she smiled, showing all her straight white teeth, just imperfect enough to not have had braces.

The two girls entered the classroom, and Kate showed Sam to the free seat in her row. The rest of the seats filled and the teacher entered the room. She was olive skinned, dark haired. Her hair fell in big curls down to her waist, and every time she moved three gold bangles panged together on her arm. Of course, the boys were all sat in the front row, trying to catch a glimpse of tanned cleavage.

"Do you want something, Michael?" She asked in her Spanish accent, seeing him lift his arm.

"Yes perrlease." He grinned, and all his mates started to laugh and slap him on the back. Sam, meanwhile, opened her mouth, shocked. This was so different to her other school, so much less strict.

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

When break-time came, Sam was walking aimlessly through the courtyard once more. The school was huge, and she didn't seem able to find Kate, so she went exploring. She walked down towards the P.E block, she liked P.E, she was good at it. Even though she was small, she had a killer shot, lightening-fast speed, and strong legs having ridden horses since she was six years old.

She came to the astro-turf, where the boys in her form were playing football against another form, very competitively. She grinned as one of the boys went to kick the ball and missed, flying backwards. "How old are you?" she laughed, as he came over to sit on the sidelines, nursing a sore leg.

"You seem to have found your voice." he smiled slightly, embarrassed.

"What can I say, I like the sport." Sam sat beside him, taking in his muddied knees, tanned complexion and dark hair.

"Oh yeah? You play?" he grinned, she looked way too fragile to play a game like this one.

"If they let me join in," she smiled, knowing he didn't believe her.

The boy introduced himself as Zain, shaking her hand when she told him her name. He led her to the pitch, where she pulled her jumper off over her head, getting a few stares and a whistle, and dropped the jumper and bag on the sideline. She shook her hair out behind her and tied it messily up in a pony tail. They let her start off, the other captain, a cocky looking boy, kicked her the ball, watching her. Immediately she took off, speeding up the pitch and dodging the players. There was a look on pure concentration on her face as the boy from before tackled her and took the ball. She ran after him, sprinting faster and kicked the ball back from his feet, though he tripped over her foot and landed face down in the mud. She booted the ball hard into the goal and turned, laughing at the sight of him getting up with a muddy face.

"Suits you" she smiled good-naturedly, ignoring his glare. She walked off the pitch, letting her straight hair down and shaking it over her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were tinted pink from running. Maybe she'd found her forte.

She pulled back on her jumper and slipped her bag on her shoulder, to be met by a big chested girl stood by her. "Nice work," the girl grinned widely, "Some one had to show him 'what for' one day."

Sam smiled, "You don't get on then?"

"Get on? Oh, Phil's my best mate! He just always thinks he's got a way with the ladies, thinks he's best at everything."

"Oh," Sam looked back at the pitch, her bottom lip catching between her teeth, playing with a loose string on her jumper. "So, who is everyone? I've met Zain."

"Zain, huh," Jo smiled knowingly, "Just watch him, charming as pie, but swaps between girls like a moth to ten candles,"

"Oh, I wasn't-"

"Sure, Honey" Jo grinned, and carried on; "So the one you tripped is Phil.."

"Hang on," Sam stopped her, but looking over at Phil. "So, you're his best mate, how come you've not.. you know," she looked taken aback when Jo began to laugh,

"No, definitely not! I've got my reasons."

"Why? What's wrong with him?"

"Well, he's a guy for a start." Jo laughed, seeing Sam's face change,

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realise.." She blushed,

"Oh leave it out." Jo grinned, tweaking Sam's cheek, "You're too little and cute for me."

"Um.. Thanks..?"

"Oh yeah, and Sam, remember we've got a mufti day on Friday." Jo reminded her as she left school that afternoon. Everyone was leaving together, seemingly all having places to go.

"What's a mufti day?" Sam wrinkled her button-shaped nose.

"Well, it's when we all come in naked--" Phil butted in, a cheeky grin on his face. Jo nudged him hard in the ribs,

"Shut it, Sparky." She turned to Sam and rolled her eyes, "Non uniform."

"Oh, right," Sam blushed pink, hiding behind her blonde fringe. Zain smiled, along with Jo. Both of them saw the blush rise on her cheeks, and looked from her to Phil, who had abruptly looked away smirking.

"So, new girl," Phil grinned,

"-Sam." she butted in, her voice soft.

"Sam," he repeated, nodding slightly and smiling. "We're going out for a bit later, fancy tagging along?"

She thought about it, "What would a Friday night with you consist of?" He grinned immediately,

"Well, I could think of a fair few th--"

"Phillip." Jo smacked him round the back of the head. "She's innocent."

"Alright, fine, fine." He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Sam, who stood blushing. "It'll just be hanging out, there's a rec down the road." Seeing her confused nod, he continued, "Like a big kids play ground" he grinned.

"I'm up for it," she smiled, "About five?"

"On the dot."

"She's little." Zain commented when Sam walked off in the other direction.

"No shit sherlock," Phil laughed, casting his gaze back to where she walked off. "Come on then, Jo, she a goody- goody or what?"

"You saw her play football." Jo answered, "In fact, you felt her play football. Whipped your butt."

"Alright." he shoved her arm, "Shut up."

No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life.

Hope it's okay. Like I said, any suggestions welcomed, I like ideas. And I have a few other pairings up my sleeve :)