I was on my knees, placing the textbook obtained from my last class and putting it with the four others. The floor felt cold through my jeans and you can see that the janitors haven't been doing there job well. I stand up and wipe the dust off my shins. Then I drop my binder on accident as I pick it up from the nasty tiles, one of my brown hairs falls out of it's place. And because it was my first day at Casper High School, anything could so easily tick me off.

I feel I slam my locker shut with all my irritation from the whole day, and I hear it echo through the long and populated hallway. Every head turns my way and look down like I don't even notice. The last thing I needed was attention. I've moved around a lot, and Amity Park seems like one of those places where the new kid is going to stand out more than they should. But it's been like that most places I've been to and I never live somewhere long enough to not be the new kid.

I look down and attempt to walk out of the hallway but I feel a tap on my shoulder. I made a quick turn around and pointed at the person, "Don't touch me." I growled. But then I try to recognize who I'm pointing at. He had glasses, a red beret, and a PDA in his other hand. I recognize him from somewhere-a past class maybe?

"Sorry." He apologized, but it didn't sound sincere. "You're Eleanor Monroe, right?"

The fact that this boy knew my name made me uneasy. "Who's asking?" I replied. I tried to repel him so that I can be alone for the next three minutes before I get to the gym. I'm not good with other humans beings. They aren't very good with me either.

"I'm Tucker, Tucker Foley." He reached out his hand for me to shake.

I didn't shake his hand, I just left him hanging. The quicker he sees that I'm not interested in becoming anyone's friend, the better. " Look," I say, "I know you're trying to be nice, but I'm not looking for a friend right now." I don't give him the option to reply as I turn on my heel and walk towards my next class.

I look at my feet and I run through questions in my mind. The same questions that go through me every time I have human interaction. Why'd he do that? Was he being nice? Or was he dared by his friends to try to have a conversation with the new girl? Why'd he do that?

I give the teacher the note he was supposed to sign and he scribbled on it. It didn't look like he thought anything of it, even when he told me to sit in the last desk in the second row. I sat down and twiddled my thumbs as people walked into the classroom. Two people sat down on either side of me and I refused to look up from my desktop.

When the bell signalled that everyone was due in class, the teacher stood up and said, "Good morning class, today we are working on page eight-twenty-two and we have a new student." I shrunk in my chair and tried to hide as best as I could. "Stand up, Eleanor."

I cringed and then stood up in my seat, and gave a single wave to the twenty sets of eyes trained on me. Then I sat back down. I hoped that would be it and I curled back up into my little ball.

"Where'd you move here from?" The teacher asked.

"Florida." I mumbled only loud enough for the class to hear me.

"Well that's a big change from the sunny state to Amity Park. I hope you find your stay here well." The teacher smiled and I slouched in my chair. To my relief he moved on to the actual teaching part. It was all things I learned at my old school, that I could tell, so I allowed myself wander off.

When the school bell I rang I walked out of class calmly when I felt like running because I wanted to get to lunch fast. When I began to walk out of the class, I get called to the teacher's desk. "Ms. Monroe," He looked me in the eyes in a way that sent shivers through my body. "I'll let it slide this time, but next time I want you paying attention in my class, not staring at the drawings on you're desk."

Shit, I was busted. "It won't happen, again." I lied.

"It better not." He said and I dismissed myself to lunch.

I power walked through the hallway towards my locker and grabbed the paper bag that contained my lunch. I calmly walked into the full cafeteria. For the first time today, I felt lucky as I walked towards the empty table in the corner. I sat down and pulled an apple out of the brown bag. But then I heard a familiar voice that made me remember that nothing can go well on your first day of school.

"Hey, Eleanor!" Tucker waved from the table next to me. I moved the palm of my hand to my face and tried to pretend as if I wasn't even my self. He kept saying, "Eleanor, it's me, Tucker!" Then he walked towards me. He sat down in the seat across from me. "Hey, El, how's you're first day going?"

"Did I not make it clear earlier today that I didn't need any company?" I asked.

"I saw it as a sign for me to try harder." He smiled.

"You should take it as a sign to leave me alone." I tell him.

"Do you wanna come sit with my friends and me?" He pointed his thumb towards the table next to the one we were at and I don't even bother to look.

I reach into the paper bag and pull out a pudding cup, "You can have this if you leave me alone." I tell him.

"Sweet!" He smiles as he takes the pudding cup out of my hand and walked back to his table. I sighed and took a bite into my apple. I felt eyes staring at me from every part of the room. I hear questions that are whispered in hopes I don't hear them. And as usual, I look down like I don't even notice.

I finish my apple quickly. When I look up around the room I suddenly don't feel like eating the sandwich I packed. I get up and throw away the sack and I sit down at the table again. I pulled a book out of my backpack that I had already read over the Summer, just so I didn't look to awkward.

I wasn't always like this. Every other time I moved to a new school, I was open to new friends and stuff. But because of what happen a month ago, I don't think it'd be safe for anyone to be near me. When the memories of that cold, black night come back to me, shivers run down my spine. Because I know that he could be watching me right now, waiting to attack.

Somehow, I survived the rest of my classes that day. And even though Tucker ate the pudding cup, I caught him several times that day waving at me and trying to catch my attention. Because it was my first day, I expected to get a little break and have less homework than the others because they were learning different things than I was, but I got even more.

When I got home my parents weren't really in the mood to talk. They asked me how my day went and if I made any friends and I quickly told them that I had a ton of homework and they sent me to room to do it. I don't talk to my parents that much. We never have much to talk about. When I was done with my homework, we talk over dinner.

"So, where are we moving to next?" I asked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" My mother said.

"Tell me what?" I said while poking at my peas.

My mom and dad held hands and looked at each other lovingly. The long pause made me believe that I wasn't going to enjoy the news. But as soon as I put the spoon full of peas in my mouth, they said at once, "We're staying here!"

I began coughing as the pea was lodged in my throat. My mom got behind me and pressed on my stomach, causing the pea to fly back out of my mouth. When I had the ability to talk, I asked, "What?"

"We're living in Amity Park until your done with high school." My dad told me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well," My mother tried to explain, "You always complain about how we always move all the time and we thought that this was the perfect place to settle down for a while."

"But I don't like it here!" I said.

"C'mon, El, give this place a chance. One second you're hating everything about this place, and the next you want to kiss payment because you love it so much." My dad told me.

"And you'll finally have time for a boyfriend." She sang on that final word.

"Uh," I stood up and carried my plate to the trash can. "I've had a long day. I'm gonna go to bed early." I told them. They both shouted their good nights at me as I walked up the stairs towards my room.

My mom is currently working as a cashier at a store in the mall and my dad is . . . I don't even know what because he changes careers so many times. He was selling lumber in Florida. I think he told me what he does now, but I forgot. We don't get much money and I'm not sure how we make it through the weeks where my dad doesn't even have a job.

I close my door shut and look around my room. It's almost empty, because everything but ourselves in a yard sale before we move every year. All there was was a mattress in the corner with a heavy blanket and pillow. The sun went down around five o'clock in Florida, but the sun is still up here. I was tired from the whole day and I felt like going to bed early, but I felt like there was something wrong with that.

'It's only because you don't like to sleep somewhere you're not familiar with.' I think to myself. I then decide that I should just sleep if I am tired, so I prepare for bed. When I'm done showering and changing into my pajamas I crawl into bed. But I couldn't sleep even if my life depended on it. Something was definitely off about Amity Park.