Ever since I moved to Whitechapel, nothing good has happened. My name is Esme Grace. It was my first day of school at Whitechapel High. As I leave my house I feel tired and nervous. I walk across the street not really knowing what to expect. I mean, I'm no dork or anything but, I don't want boys drooling over me and asking me on dates every five seconds. I walk into the school as I see the office. "Hello sweetie, what's your name?" I look over to my left and see an old lady sitting at a big desk. "Esme Grace. I'm new." I say as she opens a drawer in a file cabinet and takes out my schedule. "Here you go. Locker 134. Have a nice day." She says as I walk out of the office. I search the hallways searching for my locker. I finally see it and walk over. I enter the combination as I try to open the door, but it won't open. "Do you need a hand?" Says a sweet voice. I turn around to see a girl with chocolate brown hair and Carmel colored skin. She reaches over and tugs the locker as the door opens. "I'm Sarah." She says. "I'm Esme." I say still stunned by her strength. "You're new here right?" Sarah asks. "Yeah. Do you know where Chemistry is?" I ask. "Yeah, I have chemistry next too. Walk with me and I'll show you." Sarah's sweet voice says. "Thanks." I stutter. I take my books out of my locker and shut the door as someone smashes into me, making me drop all of my books. He has brown curls in the front of his head and is wearing a stripped shirt. "Dork! UGH!" I yell as I pick up my books and catch up to Sarah. "Sorry, I just ran into some business." I say as we walk into Chemistry.