Her name is Janelle Smith and she transferred to a Western Summit High School. She hated being the new student, but since her Dad got a new job, she had to move. She has hazel eyes and long dark brown layered straight hair that passed her shoulders and she was the only child. Her friends always told her she had the most beautiful smile and that she was so pretty. Janelle heard rumors about Western Summit and a guy named Charlie Bartlett who had just graduated two years ago. She laughed at how easy he got away with it. The principal must have been oblivious. It was January and it was cold out. That's one thing Janelle liked so far, the cold. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, but not too skinny. She wore a white hoodie under a black leather jacket and she was wearing white Vans. She wore glasses and was wearing her black Ray Bans. Janelle came from California so she knew how to dress well. She put on her black Jansport backpack and walked into her new school. Her Dad dropped her off and told her to go to the principal's office to get her schedule. This day would be one of the worst. Apparently, school already started because no one was in the halls. This was also new for Janelle. Western Summit was an indoor school. In California, all the schools over there were out door. She was sort of glad that they had lockers so she wouldn't have to be carrying her backpack around all day. Anyways, she went to the principal's office and the principal seemed nice. She was white with blond curly hair that reached her shoulders. Her name was Mrs. Wright.

"I would like to welcome you to Western Summit, Janelle." Mrs. Wright smiled at Michelle.

"Thanks."

"So, you are a junior?"

"Yes."

"Alright, here is your schedule and your locker number and combination. I am glad to have you in my school."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wright."

When Michelle read her schedule, she could not believe the classes they gave her.

Period 1: AP World

Period 2: Pre Calculus

Period 3: PE

Period 4: AP English 5/6

Period 5: Photography ½

Period 6: Chemistry

Janelle immediately wanted to run out of the school and just go 'home.' Wherever home was. She hated having History for first period because she never really liked the subject and having it in the morning would just bore her out of her mind. When she finally found the room, she entered and everyone was staring at her. All the girls gave her dirty looks, while all the guys were staring at how pretty she was. The teacher's name was Mr. Gardner. Janelle was surprised at how her teacher looked. He looked handsome to her opinion and when he smiled, she couldn't help but smile too.

"Um, how may I help you?" Mr. Gardner asked her.

"Oh, I'm new."

"Oh, you must be Janelle." He smiled at her.

"Yup." She smiled back.

"Well, Janelle, I'm Mr. Gardner, nice to meet you." He held his hand out for her to shake and she gladly accepted and shook his hand. His hand was so smooth and soft, she thought.

"Nice to meet you, too."

"You can take a seat over there." He pointed towards the back of the room near a very cute guy. Janelle took out her binder and pencil and did whatever Mr. Gardner told the class to do. The guy she was sitting next to was very attractive. He had black short hair and he looked Asian and had brown eyes. He was wearing a WSHS gray sweater with dark blue skinny jeans with black converse. When I looked at him, he smiled and his smile was amazing to her.

"Hi." He passed her a note. Janelle laughed quietly.

"Hey." She wrote back.

"I'm Jay. :)" He wrote back.

"I'm Janelle."

"You're very pretty." Janelle smiled to herself, but she tried paying attention to what Mr. Gardner was saying about The Holocaust, but she couldn't pay attention.

"You're pretty cute yourself." Janelle gave him the note and he looked at her. He smiled at her again and Mr. Gardner saw looked at the both of us before speaking.

"Jay, stop flirting." Everyone laughed.

"That's your fault, Mr. Gardner. You put her next to me." Mr. Gardner laughed at that.

"You're right, Jay. She is pretty, isn't she? Well, enough of that, stop flirting or I'll move her up to the front." Janelle smiled at Mr. Gardner when he complimented her.

"She is pretty, very pretty." Jay looked at Janelle and she smiled at him.

"Alright, enough. Get the books up here and begin your assignments." Mr. Gardner said to the class. Janelle waited until everyone got a book because she didn't like going up there and having to wait. When she got up, there were no more books.

"Um, Mr. Gardner?" Janelle stood at her desk and he looked up at her, removing his glasses. She was speechless at the sight of her teacher.

"Yes?"

"There are no more books left…"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I think you'll have to share with Jay." He smiled at me.

"Jay! Share your book with Janelle." Mr. Gardner yelled.

"Thank you, Mr. Gardner!" Jay yelled back. When Janelle looked back at Jay he was all smiles. She turned back to Mr. Gardner and thanked him. When she was walking back to her desk, she could feel Mr. Gardner's eyes on her. The bell rang and Janelle and Jay didn't do any work at all. They were just talking to each other and Janelle was happy she at least made one friend, a cute one, too. Janelle was the last one to leave.

"It's a pleasure to have you in my class, Janelle." Mr. Gardner smiled at her before she left.

"Thanks." Janelle's other classes were boring and during lunch she was alone. She didn't eat; she just sat at the table, texting. It was cool that the school was indoor, but lunch was outdoor. It was weird that the teachers also ate outside with their students. Janelle didn't really pay attention to the people around her, the looks she was getting from other girls, or anything. She put her phone on her back pocket and saw a girl giving her a deadly look. Janelle isn't the type of person who lets something like that go, so she gave that girl a deadly look back. Next thing you know, that girl was walking towards Janelle. When she reached to where Janelle was at, she just stood there looking at her.

"Take a picture, it'll last long." Janelle smiled at her.

"Excuse me?" The girl sounded annoyed.

"I didn't stutter."

"Do you know who I am? I'm Ashley Adams, the most popular girl in the school!" She was yelling at Janelle now, but she didn't really care who she was.

"I didn't ask who you were." Janelle said, sarcastically.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Oh, someone you don't need to know. You can leave now." Janelle said, still not caring.

"Hell no! I'm not leaving!" Ashley said.

"Bye." Janelle stood up and walked past her.

"Come back here!"

"What do you want?" Janelle and Ashley were staring at each other, eye to eye. They were the same height and now everyone was watching us. Even the teachers. What type of school is this?

"Why were you talking to my boyfriend, Jay?" She asked, still yelling.

"Why not?" Janelle smiled at her, again which made Ashley even more irritated.

"He's mine, not yours." Ashley was still yelling.

"That's cool." Janelle said, not even making her voice rise.

"Back off of him."

"No, thanks. By the way, he's just a friend." Janelle said, walking away from her. Ashley pushed her from behind and everyone started gathering around them. Janelle kept walking because she did not want to get into a fight on the first day of being at her new school. Ashley pulled her so that they were facing each other. Ashley was looking angry, but Janelle still looked calm as ever.

"What? You going to hit me?" Janelle asked. Ashley clenched her fist and hit Janelle. Everyone around them was yelling, 'fight! Fight! Fight!' Ashley was walking away now, smiling because she hit Janelle. Although, Janelle would not go down without a fight.

"Hey, Ashley." Ashley turned around and Janelle hit her so hard she fell to the floor. Janelle bent down and looked at her.

"It was nice meeting you, Ashley." Then Janelle got up and walked away. The teachers finally did something about it and most of them helped Ashley up and bring her to the nurse. One teacher, Mr. Gardner took Janelle by the arm and was leading her to the office.

"What are you doing?" Janelle yelled, trying to break free from his strong grip.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Did you not see that? She hit me first."

"I know, but now they told me to bring you the principal's office."

"This shit is stupid. I hate this school." Janelle said, finally breaking free of his grip and walked faster than him.

"Wait up, Janelle!"

"Mr. Gardner, stop. I know the way, I don't need guidance. Don't worry, I won't get into any other fights while going there." Janelle clenched her fist and hit the door. Mr. Gardner saw her and her hand was bleeding. Her knuckles were bruised and cut.

"Why the hell did you that for?" Mr. Gardner asked as he caught up to her.

"Why the hell not?" Janelle snickered.

"I never expected you to be the type of girl who gets into trouble." Mr. Gardner said.

"I don't." Janelle and Mr. Gardner entering the principal's office.

"Miss Smith! This is your first day at Western Summit and you already got into a fight?" Mrs. Wright was yelling.

"She hit me first. I just used self-defense." Janelle replied as she was looking at her bleeding knuckles.

"That is no excuse! I will have to talk to you later. Nathan, bring Miss Smith here to the nurse's office to bandage her fist, please."

"Okay." Mr. Gardner said.

"So, your name is Nathan?" Janelle asked.

"Yes, it is."

"That's cute." Janelle was out of her mind for saying that to her forty-something year old teacher, but she couldn't deny the fact that he was so handsome and looked younger than his age.

"That is not appropriate, Janelle."

"It's also inappropriate to call me pretty." He looked at her and smiled.

"You got me. Anyways, the nurse will fix your hand and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks." The nurse was nice and she agreed that it was a good idea that Janelle hit Ashley back since she hit her first. Janelle had to walk home since it was just a couple of blocks away and Janelle didn't have a ride home, anyways. When she got home, her Mom already found out what had happened.

"Sweetie, do you want to talk about it?" Janelle's Mom asked.

"Mom, do you believe that it's not my fault?" Janelle replied.

"I know it isn't, but you still shouldn't have hit her."

"Mom, she hit me first. What was I supposed to do? Make everyone think I'm a coward?"

"No, honey, but – never mind. Are you okay, though?" Janelle's Mom was pointing to her right hand.

"Yeah, it's nothing." Janelle decided to take a shower and once she locked the bathroom door, she began to cry. She turned on the shower, so her Mom wouldn't hear her crying. She hated this place. She just wanted to go back home.