A/N: First of all, I do not speak English. It can be noted that my writing is not the best, sorry. Also warning that their personalities are a bit changed. And are the cartoon version. And here you can imagine them as human.

Chipmunks and Chipettes are not brothers. It's an alternate universe, hope you enjoy.

I was walking quietly with my dress and pink sandals near the park, suddenly, I saw a child sitting next to an oak tree, crying. I watched for a while, I took courage and walked over the green lawn to his direction. There were more than twenty steps to get where he was, and the boy soon realized that was before him, quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. I crouched to try to look on his face.

He slowly lifted his face with his knitted brow, I outlined a friendly smile on my face. I noticed that his blue eyes showed sadness and loneliness, I was heartbroken by it, he scowled at me and stuck out her tongue, and turned to the side. I rolled my eyes but smiled. Soon I noticed a large bruise on his on his knee.

I sighed. "Boy, were you hurt?" I asked.

"That's not why I'm crying, little brat." He growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Why then?" I questioned, impatiently.

He was quiet for a while before responding. "None of your concern." He laughed cynically.

My cheeks swelled with rage. I was just trying to help him, and how he treats me? Only it will not give up until I find out why he is crying. I insisted a little more. "Why are you crying?" I asked.

The silence came over us. That must be weird since he did not know me, but I did something he did not expect. I played with the palm of my hand in his brown hair, and I made lovingly in his head. He opened his eyes and turned his expressionless eyes for me.

I smiled again. "What is your name?"

The boy did not answer. I was still playing in his head, and the boy staring at me without emotion. He finally smiled and shrugged. "My name is..."

I opened my eyes when I realized I was flat on my face. I felt a huge pain in my face, stumbling upon the pale wooden floor, hearing an annoying alarm sound. Another weird dream when I was a kid... That does not matter now! I snorted, lifting me off the ground and went to see the clock. I exclaimed, loudly to realize that I'm late for my first day of school.

My name is Brittany Miller. I'm 16 years. I'm moving to a new school called West Eastman. I decided to leave my old school that was the highest paid of California, I left for a personal reason, and then I decided to move to another in Los Angeles. My father has always been against my ideas, but I do not care, I stopped arguing with him and steadied my idea of a simple study in college.

Never knew why he wanted to keep me at home, and we both do not talk anymore, the little time we were together we'd fight. Do not misunderstand me, I can't stand someone trying to control me. I do not hate, but getting stuck with my dad every day is driving me crazy.

I am very excited to go to school, I hope to make real friends now. And just hope I do not know anyone bad again, or better said, do not want friendship with boys. After that, I do not feel comfortable around them.

Yesterday I found this place to live, it was very simple. Packed my bags, I organized everything in its proper place with all my thousands of clothes in a wardrobe right size. My big dream is to be a writer, but rather was to be stylist. I sometimes change my mind, I'm still thinking about it seriously.

Now come on...

Guess what color the owner of the school decided to paint everything? The worst possible color, green. And if I know when the birthday of the owner of the college is, if I know the birthday of the owner of the college, I will give you a bouquet of green grass to graze this ox. Other than that, I'm happy. Went to school, there were so many different people all with their styles, although we use all the uniforms, but some girls change a few details to give a unique style, like my case. I really hope I can make new friends.

At moment, I was looking for my classroom. Second year in room A. College is really the giant in all aspects. I went into the hallway up the stairs, I stopped in the middle when I found the first year. Come up the stairs to the next floor. I arrived, I walked a few more steps and looked around.

Finally found the classroom 2B. The dark-haired woman stood in front of me with a smile. It seems a friendly person just by looking.

"How can I help there?" She asked.

"I'm a new student..."

"The new student!" She did not even let me finish. She quickly pulled my arm and led me into the staff room. She showed me some and I greeted them.

(~;~;~;~;~)

The bell rang and everyone went running in the halls. Quite different from my old school, all are fast. I followed a teacher with a strange name, to my classroom. He walked in and I followed. I went and stood in front of everyone. It was a room with many people, my new colleagues and very busy area, and many boys. This is not a good thing.

"Everyone stay silent. Please welcome your new classmate, with respect. "

"Yes!" They responded the same time.

"Brittany Miller, sit next to the empty wallet."

"Yes, sir." Went in direction for my wallet, some girls were looking at me, say I, and were curious. I sat down quickly. Beside me there was nobody. I think he must have missed in school... I not hope it's a boy, please.

After three weeks at the new school...

Everything was working. I met some nice girls, one of them was a little taller than me, call Jeanette, loves to read enough books, clumsy and was the first that came to call me, is polite and cute. Another friend is a blonde pigtail, her name is Eleanor, despite being a very responsible girl. She is the student council. I heard rumors that she's dating someone from another classroom, but I do not know. Has the famous black-haired girl, Amanda. And we have someone who did not like me very much. His name is Giselle, she is very popular at school, and gets to be annoying. And like I said, I'm avoiding for now guys, do not care for them and popular. I've changed, I'm not as selfish as before, but still hard to deal with my temper.

For now, have not met the person sitting next to me. And the strange thing is that nobody talks about the person, much fewer teachers. I need to know who it was, I'm too curious.

"Hey, Jeanette…"

"Yes?"

"Who is the person sitting next to me?" I Asked. The girls looked at me astonished. What was the problem I wonder? Who was the mysterious person?

"It comes when it wants, and whenever you want." Eleanor said with a straight face. "Only sometimes appears. He does what you want here. "

"Oh? He is the son of director? "I asked very curious.

"He is not the son of the director. We know nothing about it." Said Jeanette.

"Why?"

"No one talks to him, except for that boy there." Eleanor points to a boy with black hair who was conversing with others.

"Eleanor is absolutely right. Only he can talk to the person sitting on your side. "

"Why?" Wanted to know who was, because I have an extreme curiosity. Even as a boy, I wanted to know who...

"Simple, he's a troublemaker. When he comes into the college, arranges a fight. It's good even when he is out of school. Besides not paying attention in class, makes confusion and treats women made garbage." Eleanor said with a look of hatred. She gave me a little scared, but just asked out of curiosity.

"Britt ... When he comes to school, try not to look at him, or at least, not talk to him. Please..."

"Okay." I'm really not trying to talk to him. I know that if I stay close to him, I'll get myself in trouble. But my curiosity can speak louder than me.

A/N: What do you think? Deserve comment?
Kisses!