Hey, Misty36, here with another fanfiction story to add to the many other SVTFOE fanfics already out there! This is just something that popped into my head while I laid in bed in the morning, so it may seem like it was 3 in the morning… which it might have been. But I hope that you understand it. Then again, I may just be underestimating my inner night owl- and myself, but whatever.

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Now on to The New Teen!

"Ah, high school," Star sighed. She walked with her best friend, Jackie, to her first class, arms outstretched, her head tilted back and a blissful smile on her face. "The release of the annoying routines from elementary and middle school." Her arms dropped down and her face lost the smile, head straightening to its normal position, the hearts on her cheeks dimming as she spoke.

Jackie laughed, her friend always looking for the bright side. In one hand, Jackie was carrying her skateboard, and the other was making sure her bag slung over one shoulder didn't fall off. "Oh, please, Star. Give me one thing that we won't do here that we did in elementary and middle school."

"Uh…" Star furrowed her brow in thought, trying to remember what sort of things that high schoolers didn't do that she did the last few years. "We…" When Star finally remembered something they 99 percent chance wouldn't do, her face lit up. "We probably don't have to do Make Your Day anymore!"

"And if we do?"

"Then screw my life, 'cause that was annoying." Star fished around in her bag for her schedule, all but one class the same with Jackie. "304, 304…" she muttered while they walked along the line of doors with the starting number of 3.

"You know, we'll still get tons of homework, teachers who may or may not like us, who are also strict at times- and I know that's not how you do things," Jackie said as Star murmured a little "ah-ha" at finding the correct room.

"I know that," Star replied as she opened the door. "But I also know that most teachers here are helpful for once," she whispered, not wanting their History teacher to hear. Star looked back at her schedule, searching for the teacher's name. "Uh, hi, Mr. Rayman. Can we come in?"

"Of course. Go ahead and take a seat," he said, eyes still locked on the papers he held. There were already a few students scattered around the room, none of which Star knew.

Mr. Rayman's desk was in the center of the back wall, a walkway in front of it leading to a camera cart, loaded with books and a projector placed on top. A group of desks were on the left side and another group on the right, each facing the cart at the front of the room, all angled towards the center of the chalkboard that stood against the wall. Star took a front-row seat on the side closest to the door, and Jackie took the one to her left.

"Ooh! Old-timey desks!" Star squealed, and shifted in the chair connected to the desk. "I love this little arm rest thingy, 'cause then I can do this!" Star moved her back to the corner where the chair met the desk and stretched out her legs so that they almost reached into the walkway, leaving her arms laid out across the top.

"You and your weird obsessions of random things."

The door opened and Star whipped her head around to see who was walking through- anyone she knew or didn't know yet, she didn't care.

"Already scouting for boys?" Jackie teased, pulling out a pencil from a pocket inside her bag.

"Not just boys. I'm looking to see if anyone else I know is in this class."

"Which shouldn't be a problem for you, because you know everyone," Jackie said sarcastically, starting to twirl the mechanical pencil in her hand.

"I don't know those people." Star gestured to the other kids sitting on the other side of the room: two boys, one girl. "Yet."

"Uh-huh. Exactly my point."

Only two boys had walked through into the classroom, but Star already knew them. "Hi, Ferguson! Hi, Alfonso!"

"Hey, Star." Ferguson waved, and so did Alfonso, but Alfonso only smiled. "Hey, Jackie."

"Hey," Jackie responded, somewhat lost in her little twirling session. The door opened again, and Star's head whirled around exactly the same way it had before. This time it was a group of students, most of them Star had never met. But she did catch a familiar face. "Hi, Janna!"

"Hi." Janna still wore that beanie from 2nd grade; Star was beginning to think she never took the thing off.

The classroom started to fill slowly, only two seats remaining when Mr. Rayman decided to start class. But before he could, there was one more student rushing through the door, drawing everyone's attention away from Mr. Rayman.

"Sorry, sir," the boy said. "I overslept." The teen wore a pair of black jeans, a bright red hoodie, and a pair of gray converse. He handed the little slip of paper he held to Mr. Rayman.

"Ah, no worries, Mr. Diaz," he replied, reading the paper and getting the name from it. "You're only a minute late, and I was about to start class."

The boy only nodded in response and looked around for a place to sit. He walked to the seat behind Star, suddenly asking, "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

"Of course not. I love meeting new people!" Star whispered. "What's your name?"

"Marco," he answered as he sat down, placing his bag to his left in the aisle. "What's yours?"

"Star."

"I like that name," Marco said, smiling an awkward-ish grin.

She beamed. "Thanks! My mom's name is Moon and my dad's name is River. I guess they wanted to keep the nature and astronomy name-line going," Star said, starting to talk rapid fire. "It's weird, though, because only my mom and all my grandmothers have astronomic names while my dad and all my grandfathers have nature names." Star looked at Marco, and his eyebrows were pressed together.

"You don't get anything I just said, do you?"

"Kinda grasping it in my head right now, but I think I get it." Marco smiled sheepishly, his brow still pressed together.

Star gave him an understanding smile, rolled her eyes discreetly, and turned around to face Mr. Rayman.

The rest of the class was a little bit of a blur for her, as the class only went through all of their names for those who didn't already know, and they went through some basic "get to know you better" exercises, like "what's your favorite color," or "what do you do as a hobby." That kind of stuff. Star could remember that there was an Allison, a Tessa, a Jack, a Connor, a Jackson, an Alyssa, an Olivia, a Celeste, a Zach, and a Marco. There were more, but she didn't really want to go over the list of names that swam around in her head.

"Already met a guy. What an accomplishment for you, huh?" Jackie asked as they walked away from History, looking for their lockers. "You like him, don't you?"

"I guess you could call that an accomplishment," Star said, trying to avoid the last question. "But my goal is to meet and remember all the students in our grade! And, no," Star deadpanned, realizing there was no way around that stupid question, "no, I do not." Her hearts lit up and totally disagreed with her, which Jackie noticed.

"Okay," Jackie said skeptically, "sure, but, isn't that a little… difficult to do? I mean, you already did that in elementary school, but that was when we had the same classes for the whole day. Now, we constantly switch them."

Star scoffed. "Oh, puh-lease. It's just as easy as it was then."

"Really?" Jackie gained a little mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you remember the name of the boy who sat behind me?"

"That was Connor."

"The girl to my left?"

"Allison."

"The boy behind Allison?"

"Jack."

"The boy behind you?"

"Marco. Duh."

"The girl on the other side, across from you?"

"Tessa, or Tess."

"The boy on the other side, across from me?"

"Jackson."

"Girl behind Jackson?"

"Alyssa."

"Girl in front of Tessa?"

"Olivia, or Liv. You done quizzing me?"

"Fine," Jackie said, and let off of the questions. "I swear, it's just you and your mind capacity for that many names. I'm pretty sure you remembered everyone from Starsky Elementary and Lakeview Middle School."

"It's only one of my many talents." Star smirked. They stopped at their lockers, and Jackie immediately started to twist the lock to match the code. Star, however, had to rummage through her bag again, just to remind herself of her own. "I will say, though, that remembering passcodes is not one of my many talents."

Jackie gave a single laugh. "Oh, sure. The one talent that can be the most important isn't the one you have."

"Ha ha, so funny." Star began to twist the knob on her locker and opened it to retrieve her science books.

Star heard a sigh, like one of relief, from behind her, then came a voice. "I have a locker next to someone I already know." Each word was full of the sound of relief.

Jackie turned and stifled a laugh. "That's awesome. Hey, Star, look who your new locker neighbor is."

"I'm aware," Star muttered, the brightness of her hearts too difficult to hide. She closed her locker and turned around, locking eyes with the only guy she'd met face to face that day. As Star studied his face, she noticed that Marco's cheeks had a pink hue about them, like he was… embarrassed about talking to her? That couldn't be right, right?

"At least it won't be that awkward for the first few days," Marco said when Star met his eyes. "It would be for me"- his voice cracked, so subtle it almost slipped past Star's keen ears- "if my locker was next to someone I didn't even know." He started to twist the knob. Left, right, left, right. "Where you guys headed next?"

"Science," Star muttered.

"With Mrs. Marisol," Jackie added.

"That's where I'm headed," Marco stated while he gathered up the same books Star and Jackie were holding.

Jackie tried to hold back another laugh, but a small snicker slipped through. Star glared at her.

"What other classes do you have? Any of the same ones we do?" Jackie asked.

Star's eyes widened at Jackie's antics, kicking her in the leg with her boot. Jackie gave her a small glare, one that Marco wouldn't notice, and turned back to him, waiting expectantly for what she wanted to know.

"Umm…" Marco looked at his schedule. "After science I go to the gym as my elective…"

Star scrunched up her shoulders.

"Then lunch. After that I go to English with Ms. Haims. Then Math with Mrs. Mathis, then my last elective, career and life links."

By that point, Star was balled up so tightly on the ground she could've fit into her own bag. Jackie simply grinned, pleased with her small goal in making Star go a little bit crazy.

"Looks like you and Star have all the same classes," Jackie giggled.

He smiled, too, but the look of happiness fell as he finally noticed Star. "Is… she okay?" Marco gestured to Star balled up, rocking back and forth, a smile that looked kind of happy?

"Oh, she's just fine. See you in science!" Jackie called after him. She bent down to help Star back up onto her feet.

"I have every. Single. Class. With Marco?" she gasped when she was finally upright. Jackie only nodded, but that was enough for Star.

Star headed towards room 406, her steps wobbly and uncertain.

"Oh," Jackie sighed, walking to catch up with Star with more secure steps. "this'll be a good year."

For those of you who don't know what Make Your Day is, what some of the electives are, and for those who don't know what electives are, then you're in luck, cuz this has become a lesson!

… Just kidding. But, honestly, Make Your Day was something I used to do, like for lunch and morning recess, you can earn points out of 50, and for every other period you could earn up to 45- plus, if you weren't behaving, the teachers would tell you to go sit or stand in front of a wall, or go to the office, also known as Step 1-4. And electives are the classes you choose to take, as a part of your regular school day. Career and life links is like real life- cooking and cleaning, how to care for a child, stuff like that. And I'm pretty sure you know what gym is. So, I hope you'll stick around for the next chapter!

Misty36, signing off.