Hiya! This is a new story! I would update my other ones, but I'm running out of ideas!! So if anyone has any ideas you can email them to me, or you can leave them in a review, or someone can even write a chapter for me in one of my stories!! Then you could just send your chapter to me and I'll post it, but I'll give you credit for it!!! Anywho I only own Roxanne, Ms. Landry, and Mr. Cornell!! S.E. Hinton owns everyone else, unless I say otherwise! Review please!

                I brushed a chocolate colored lock out of my face and just stood there holding my purse. On one side of the hall there were boys wearing wornout jeans and shirts with leather jackets and girls wearing short skirts and revealing tops, while on the other side of the hall there were boys wearing madras shirts and khaki pants and girls wearing knee-length skirts and decent tops. Here I was standing in the middle of the hall, not knowing which side I fit in with. Then again, how was I supposed to know?

                It was my first day at Tulsa High School and it seemed hopeless. I couldn't find my locker, I had yet to get my schedule, and I had no friends. Brring…and then again..Brring! I glanced around as students filed into their classes and left me standing there in the middle of nowhere. That's what I thought of Tulsa. It was the middle of nowhere. It was just some little town in Oklahoma. I would much rather have lived in California, but no. My mom and dad just had to move to Tulsa and away from California. They wouldn't even give me a reason for moving, other then the fact that my Grandparents live here in Tulsa.

                Brring! The bell rung again. It was true, I was now officially late. I sighed and headed off toward the office thinking my day couldn't get any worse. When I got to the office I came to the conclusion that this school was just plain weird. It had big red and yellow banners hanging up everywhere that said, "Welcome To Tulsa High School – The best high school in Oklahoma!" I just rolled my eyes. Yeah, it might be the best high school in Oklahoma if I had friends, or if I could find my locker, or if  I could get my schedule.

                "Excuse me," I said to a light haired woman that had glasses. She just looked up at me from her desk and smiled. "I'm new here."

                "And you're late to your class on your very first day." The woman shook her head and looked at me as if she was disappointed.

                "That's because I don't know what my first class is. You guys never gave me my schedule." I smiled now. "Also while you're getting my schedule could you please tell me where locker number," I looked down at the paper I was holding in my hand, "287 is?"

                "Sure, but to get you're schedule I need your name." The woman put her fingers on her keyboard, getting ready to type my name so my classes would come up.

                "Roxanne Clarkson." I brushed my skirt down as the woman, who's name I had learned was Ms. Landry, gave me directions to my locker. "Thank you," I smiled as Ms. Landry handed my my schedule. "Do I need a pass to get back to class or something? I mean for being late."

                "No, just tell your teacher that you're new and you had to get you're schedule. You'll be excused from being late then."

                "Thanks. I'll be going then. Bye." I waved to her as I started to walk out the door.

                "Wait!" I heard her call to me and I turned around. "Do you need someone to show you to your class?" I shrugged. I could probably manage it on my own, but I guess I didn't need to be any later then I already was.

                "I guess. I mean if it's not to much trouble." I didn't want to cause the school anymore trouble then I already had on my first day.

                "No trouble at all deary." I smirked a little. Who calls anyone deary in this day and age? "If you sit right there I'm sure Mr. Cornell will be done with Mr. Mathews in a few minutes and he can show you to your class."

                "Ok. Thanks." I sat down in a hard wooden chair that was not comfortable at all. It was, like I said before, hard.

                "Did you think it was funny to throw a piece of chewed gum in Ms. Valance's hair?" I heard a loud, angry voice bellow and I strained to hear the rest of the conversation.

                "It wasn't funny to throw it at her, but it was funny to watch her screech and scream like a little girl!" The person started laughing like a hyena and it almost made me start to laugh as well but I stopped when the loud voice started yelling again.

                "Keith Mathews! Get out of here! Get out of here now! You have two weeks detention and I don't want to see you in my office again this month!"

                "Yes, mommy!" I suppose that remark came from Keith for as large amounts of laughter were followed after it.

                "Out!" A guy with reddish colored hair and sideburns came out of the orange door with a crooked smile on his face. He had on a pair of dark jeans and a plain white tshirt but the thing that I noticed the most was his smile. I could tell that he was laughing inside. He just had that look; the look that lets you know that he thinks everything is funny whether it really is or not, the look that lets you know that he doesn't take anything too serious. I hated guys like that. They would think it was funny if you're grandmother died.

                "Mr. Mathews." The boy looked up to Ms. Landry. "You have first hour with our new student. Could you show her where it's at?"

                "Is she not capable of reading the classroom numbers that are above the door?" He smirked sarcastically at Ms. Landry. I saw Ms. Landry just roll her eyes and point Keith over to me.

                "Oh goody, another Soc to make fun of!" He grinned at me as I got up. What was a Soc? And why did he just call me one?

                "What's a Soc?" I wondered absentmindedly once we were out in the hall and away from Ms. Landry and Mr. Cornell, who I assumed was the principal.

                "Oh, you don't know your own kind? Isn't that like a sin or somethin in the bigtimes?" Ok. What was this guy smoking? He obviously sounded like he was on crack or pot. Or maybe he was drunk. Whatever, I knew there was something wrong with him.

                "My own kind? What are you talking about?" I asked in a quiet voice. I'm kinda shy around new people that I meet, but once I get to know them you can't shut me up.

                "A Soc. The rich kids, that's you. I'm a grease. To make a long story short, you don't hang out with me, you don't talk to me, kapish?" I just shrugged. I still didn't really understand what he was talking about but whatever.

                "So, uh your name is Keith?"

                "You're still talking to me when I just told you not to? You dig ok. My name's Two-Bit. Everyone calls me Two-Bit. Does Ms. Socy have a name?" He ran a hand through his hair and put his other hand on the doorknob. "This is your class, and mine."

                "My name's Roxanne." I walked in the classroom as he opened the door for me.

A/N~ Hiya!! This is the end of chapter one! I hope you guys liked it!! I know this kind of story has been done a million times but I'm going to put a twist on mine so yeah! Anywho review please!