Hello there, my name is Amy (Yes, I know that it says Noah53, but there's more than one person on this account). Don't expect quick updates, becuz we usually work together on stories (yes, Noah's also working on this). Anyway, I apologize for any future hold ups and cliffhangers. Enjoy

-Amy

Elsa was trying to catch up some last minute sleep when:

"Wake up, we're here," said her father. Elsa looked around. They were pretty early, because most of the students were still missing. Northwood high school was, to put it mildly, big. It probably held a lot of students. Her old high school only had 1000 students, and it was puny next to Northwood. Elsa shivered. She was never a fan of big crowds.

"Are you sure about this?" asked Elsa, "I don't like big crowds you know."

"That's why we moved here, Elsa," said her father, "you'll have to get used to big crowds." He checked his watch. "We're 10 minutes early. You might want to go now, so you can know the school a bit better before the rest arrive." He gave her a wink. Elsa smiled as she hopped off the car. In truth, her father was never onboard about moving over to suburbs. Her mother, on the other hand, said that Elsa needed to be more interactive. As if her old school wasn't enough. It was rather small, yes, but quite tightly knit. The people there knew Elsa. Her parents? Well, maybe her father, but her mother clearly didn't have a clue.

"Hello there," said the teacher on bus duty. "You must be Elsa, right? I'm Ms. Woodson"

"Hi, umm, can you show me around, I've never been in a school this big," said Elsa.

"No problem," said Ms. Woodson. The school was, too put it lightly, big.

"Here you go, class 206," said Ms. Woodson.

"Thank you, Might I just ask, how many students are in each class?" asked Elsa

"Typically 40-45 per class," said Ms. Woodson. Turning to Elsa, she asked, "Not a big fan on crowds?" Elsa shook her head, looking away. "So why didn't you chose another school?"

"My mom made me go to this school. She thinks I need to interact with more people." said Elsa

"Well, I can't really argue with that, but it's usually best you try that at middle school," said Ms. Woodson, "It gets pretty rough during high school, especially for juniors."

"Well that's great because I AM a junior," said Elsa.

"You better get to the cafeteria, the bells about to (*ring*) ring," said Ms. Woodson. Elsa thanked her once again and head over to the cafeteria. Fortunately, it was empty, so no one would suspect her. She quietly plucked herself down on the farthest table from the kitchen. \

"Hi there," said someone behind her.

"Hi," said Elsa, turning around. The girl's name, according to her ID, was Rachel. She was a pretty brunette. "You're a SC member too? I don't think I saw you at the meeting?"

"SC member? No, I'm just a new student. One of the teachers was just showing me my homeroom."

"Oh." Rachel didn't say anything, but she stayed with her. Not that that was wrong, but Rachel would probably have her friends over. She was just about to go to another table when another student entered. He immediately stole her breath.

"Who's that?" asked Elsa. Rachel looked over and…frowned.

Okay, I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, but Amy's parents just arrived, so I decided to just end it here. I hope you've enjoyed. Please review to tell us how we are doing, because this is our first high school fanfic.

Peace out –Noah.