Landon.

A cold rain drop hit my forehead and I angrily wiped it away before looking down at the was my first say at my new school and my heart was jumping right out of my mom lifted up my face and brushed a strand of hair away from my face before leading me into the school.

"Mom,stop."I whispered,my cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"It'll be okay stressing."she whispered back as she smiled warmly at me.

That was my mother for you.A yoga loving,environmental friendly,hippie freak who loves classical I'm worried about the house being clean and what we're having for dinner,she's worried about being at one with this Earth.

"I'm not stressing,"I hissed before frowning,"I'm nervous."I admitted.

"My little bad boy is nervous?"My Mother asked with a raised eyebrow.

I frowned deeper and shook my get in one fist fight and automatically you're the school bad boy,then you get expelled for telling your teacher where he can shove his history book and your bad boy rep goes up even higher.I mean,I'm not a bad boy,I just have this attitude that makes everyone think I am.I don't take any crap from anyone but that doesn't make me a bad person.

"That's not funny mom."I whispered.

"Will you relax,I'm just teasing you."she said as she grinned at me.

I shook my head and sighed before the seeing the principals office door open.I stood up from my slouching Mendoza walked over to me and I tried not to laugh.
Picture this:A 5"8,230 pound-weighing,waddling man with a comb over and a Hitler mentioning his name made me crack up but I couldn't laugh in his face.I mean,I could,but I refused to.
",here is your schedule."he said in a jolly voice as he handed me a small yellow sheet.

"Thanks."I mumbled softly as I looked over it.

"I think its best you scurry off to class now,you're already late for first period."he said.

I nodded slowly before turning to look at my mom and kissed my forehead and I tried not to get red again.I cleared my throat and she smiled at me before nodding once and I turned my back to her,my feet unwillingly began to move down the hallway and my heart raced rapidly.I never did well on my first day of school.I either got in a fight or got a teacher to hate this was my senior year and thats the last thing I wanted.

I promised myself and my mom that I'd make this year a good year.
I walked up to the door of my first class room and took a deep breath before grabbing the handle.

Just as I was about to open it,someone pushed it outward,knocking me backwards and making me hit my head on the ground.

"What the-"I said as I rubbed the back of my head and looked up to see two girls looking down at me.

I frowned up at them and shook my head before standing up and walking past them angrily.

Koraline

Two girls with their arms linked within each others. One of those girls was my best friend, Dakota James. The other girl just happened to have been me, Koraline Wisner, surprised out of my mind to get practically knocked out of Dakota's arm. I watched as this boy, this boy who didn't have the brightest of attitudes, walk past the two of us. "What was his problem?" I muttered to Dakota, who was staring behind herself to watch him. I slapped her shoulder. "Kota!" I exclaimed softly, finally getting her to break her gaze away from the new kid. "Hm, what? Oh, you say something, Kora?" she asked innocently, looking over at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Dakota was always one to look at boys and immediately go head-over-heels for them. I shed again and pulled her toward the nearest bathroom, her arm linked with mine softer then it was before we were bumped.
She slipped her arm out of mine as she stood herself in front of the mirror as I washed my hands, wanting more to wash them in the bathroom then in the science classroom. Dakota jumped into gushing about the new boy, talking about his hair, his eyes, his stance and posture, his way he walked, the feeling he gave off, the works. I looked at her, my eyebrows raising. "Do you realize that one: He was on the ground for most of the time and two: He didn't even give us a passing glance?" I asked her, pushing on the automatic sink faucet again for more water. "Oh, you're just being sour again 'cause boys were never your thing," she replied, pulling out a stick of lipstick from her back pocket. At this, I was a loss for words.
In truth, I didn't like boys enough to try and make myself known by them. I didn't want to change for boys, I didn't want to loose any friends because of boys, all I wanted was a boy who would care about me and love me for me. In high school, I personally didn't believe that it was going to happen. And this close to senior year? Not a chance in the world that my Romeo would come out in his shining armor. "Boys are my thing. The older, mature, really hot Hollywood ones," I said, fighting back a blush and a huge smile. Dakota managed a fake gagging sound. "You and your weird fetishes," she sighed, clicking the cap back on the shade of lipstick and now playing with her hair; I walked behind her to get paper towels. "Hey, we're juniors, Kota. What're the chances of your prince charming and my prince charming coming out all at once?" I asked, pulling on the paper towel, making it rip as I crumpled it up and dried my hands. She didn't even open her mouth when I answered for her. "Slim to none, those are the chances." She looked at me though the mirror, a thoughtful expression coming across her perfect face.
Honestly, Dakota James was one of the most beautiful people in the school. She had dark, burnt orange skin, really wavy, black locks that she destroys all the time by straightening, and even though she wears glasses, she's got the prettiest brown eyes. She had an hourglass body, slim, fit legs, perfect teeth, she always knew what to wear when it came to making herself look stunning, which she always does everyday, and to go along with the physical beauty that she portrays, she had a personality. Not just any personality, but she had one where you could sit next to her and almost instantly become her friend. She'll get intense and deep and very wise when you really need someone to be that way, She would take you under her wing and keep you there, her friend until the minute that you told her you were done, and even then, she wouldn't let you go because you've carved this special little nook in her heart just for yourself, custom-made and all.
Then you look at me, dear little Koraline Wisner. A whiter-than-normal white girl with blond hair and blue eyes, a slim, swimmer figure, she hated wearing shorts that didn't cover up her thighs because she was terribly self-conscious, never wore make-up, wore things that were out-of-style and were an eyeful just too look at, really gaped teeth due to sucking her thumb as a child and having her father's jaw but her mom's teeth arrangement, meaning she was missing a few, didn't ever keep her mouth shut, which almost always got her in the worst of trouble, she was a fan of odd things, she had a hyperactivity disorder going on in her brian, she had a rough childhood, and she's always trying her hardest to get though life even though she wasn't doing what the teachers thought was her best. She randomly breaks out into song during passing periods and during break time. She's gone through a bunch of backstabbing friends that left her alone to wallow in her own pain and depression after her mother died. Then Dakota comes along, takes her by the hand, and tells her every thing's going to be okay and that she'll be there for her. Forever.
I managed to smile a little at my own thoughts. "Hey, Kora, you okay?" Dakota asked me, looking over at me through her curtain of black side bangs. I nodded simply, knowing that I was indeed okay, knowing that she would be there. She relinked her arm in mine and tugged ever- so-slightly. "C'mon, we gotta get back before Mister Mosley flips his lid," she whined, tugging slightly harder. I nodded and walked out with her, soon coming back into the science classroom, where, to be disdain, found out that the new kid was across from me and in front of Dakota. I held back a scoff of surprise and walked over, taking my seat and Dakota's seats very quietly. Mister Francis Mosley didn't even look up from the book he was reading from. Nate sat in front me, and he looked more asleep, due to the fact that he had his head down on the desk and was breathing very calmly. I smirked a little as I watched the teacher circle about the classroom, still talking about Napoleon Bonaparte; he came to where me and Nate were sitting, and quietly, he bent down and slammed the book shut right above Nate's head, jerking the shaggy brown-haired and green eyed boy awake with a bang. The whole class erupted in laughter; I couldn't help but get a major kick out of seeing the boy I've known since freshman year, the boy I was whole-heartedly in love with, get in trouble for sleeping in class. "Long night, mister Ashford?" Mister Mosley asked, getting a smirk from the new kid and a stifled giggle out of me. And slowly, the teacher opened up his book again and begun to continue on with his lecture.