Climbing out of my shiny, black range rover, I, Gabriella Montez, took a look at the school in front of myself. It was big, bigger than the last school I went to that was for sure. But, I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Maybe due to the size I wouldn't be so known. That was certainly a good thing. But, maybe I would get in with the wrong crowds and that was something I didn't want to do. I was sure of it.

As I took my first step towards the school, I left my car behind me, locking it as I walked away. I never have liked leaving my car, even if it was in the school's parking lot. I didn't trust many people. Not now, anyway. I had no reason to.

People stopped mid conversation, staring at me. I'm used to it, people look at me all the time. I knew this school wasn't going to be any different. I rolled my eyes at the colors, red and white. Schools always have those colors. Nothing like copying other schools when you say your school is different from the rest.

"OH MY GOSH!" I turned around, wondering where the voice came from. "YOU'RE GABRIELLA MONTEZ!"

What?

I looked at the girl stood in front of me. She looked...fake. Big boobs, long long long eyelashes and dressed up in a red and white cheerleader uniform. "I am such a big fan! You are such an amazing cheerleader. I had no idea you were joining our school. This is so cool!"

Nodding my head, I was extremely shocked. Luckily, the cheerleader girl or whoever she was walked away pretty soon after that short conversation. Leaving me to stand in place...scared out of my mind. But I guessed this wouldn't be the appropriate time to scream.

Monday 20th August 2012. Homeroom. 8:01am

Well, here I am. I managed to find my way to homeroom, after bumping into six girls, two guys, tripping over three times and walking into the wrong room twice. But don't worry, I am in the right room now. I think...

So, I'm the only one in the room and yes I feel like a complete idiot. To be honest, it feels strange to be at school in a room alone. I feel lonely. Back in New York I was never lonely which, don't get me wrong, it was great but I never got any time to myself.

Anyway, I thought a diary would be a good thing to keep. After everything that's happened, after all the drama, I need someone to spill my emotions too. Even if it is just a purple book. But I guess I've been holding my feelings in for too long and I need to let them out.

Oh have to go, people are arriving.

"Oh my gosh! You're in my homeroom!" Oh geez, it was her again. Oh god please save me now. She came bounding over to me, her boobs flapping up so high that they nearly hit her chin. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little. "This is so great!"

'For you maybe,' I thought, wanting nothing better than to get out of homeroom. "Uh, hi?" Okay, so I didn't truly mean to sound rude.

The girl smiled, her fake tan caked onto her skin. "I'm Heather!"

I nodded my head. Is anyone gonna save me? No? You sure? Okay then. I'll just sit here and die. "Uh, good to meet you Heather. I'm..."

"Gabriella Montez, I know!" She cut me off, talking the seat next to mine. Her perfume was beyond strong and it smelt like something an old woman who had lost her ability to smell would wear. I know, disgusting.

I sighed, frowning as I gazed at the girl in front of me. Her hair was obviously bleached, no one has that color hair naturally. I guessed that she would actually look pretty with her natural hair color, no makeup and less slutty clothing. But now, with all of that she looked kind of ugly. "How exactly do you know my name? How do you know who I am?"

She looked shocked, but I have to admit, her facial expression was priceless. She reminded me of a dear. A dear that knew it was about to be shot. "Are you being serious?" She questioned, fiddling with her ponytail. "Every cheerleader in the world knows who you are. I've seen you perform a whole bunch of times, you're amazing!"

Monday 20th August 2012. Homeroom. 8:06am

Okay, so I couldn't help myself. I just have to write something about Heather. She's...strange. But, she's one of the most popular people at school so it wouldn't be good to get on the wrong side of her. I know what high school cheerleaders can be like. Don't want them to hate you. No way.

Monday 20th August 2012. Homeroom. 8:09am

Is it bad that I'm bored already?

Monday 20th August 2012. Homeroom. 8:11am

Heather is boring the hell outta me

Monday 20th August 2012. Homeroom. 8:12am

How much can one person have to talk about?!

Oh god please please help me! My homeroom teacher, Ms Darbus, is a complete nut job. First, she asked me to stand up at the front of the class and introduce myself! Yes! I had to in-tro-due myself. I hated every single second of it. Then, she decided that some guy with bit red spots who was wearing a top with 'nerds need love too' sprawled on the front shouldn't sit where he was originally sat so she moved him to sit next to me. Me! Why me?

Oh and on top of that Heather was talking really loudly in my ear for the whole hour about how hot some guy is. I wasn't really listening to most of what she was saying, I zoned out. Yeah, I'm nice like that.

After a whole hour of homeroom I rushed to the other side of school and into my algebra class. Like, really rushed. I was the first one into the room which made me feel stupid. Why on earth did I rush?

Monday 20th August 2012. Algebra. 9:14am

Well, it seems a big portion of the class decided to arrive at once. Every single person that walked through the door stared at me. What is it with the people at this school and staring?

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice spoke up as a girl stood at the desk next to mine. She was pretty, very pretty. She had long blonde hair and bright green eyes.

I nodded my head, "sure, I'm Gabriella Montez."

The girl smiled, taking the seat next to mine. "I'm Taylor McKessie you're new here aren't you? I haven't seen you around here before."

I smiled, looking down at the desk in front of me briefly, closing my diary as I did so. "Yeah I am, hopefully I'll fit in," I sighed.

"You will," Taylor grinned, "all of the cheerleaders have been talking about you. You'll fit in just fine."

Monday 20th August 2012. Bedroom. 8:45pm

There's a boy in the house next to me playing basketball on a court he has in his backyard, he's extremely good. Dad would be impressed. If he were still alive that is. But that's a story for another day.

Today was okay, just another boring day at a new high school. Hopefully nothing will go wrong this time.