Isabella's point of view

I woke up and looked at the clock and it read 5:49. School starts at 8:00. I made breakfast for all the other foster kids and woke them up. It was their first day at school too. Afterwards I look a shower and then I took my medicine. By the time I finished getting dressed it was 7:00. The little ones bus came at 7:30. Once I saw that they were on the bus I knew it was safe for me to walk to school. My doctor said its good for me to walk to school instead of taking the bus for several reasons. The bus is really bad for my asthma and the fresh air is good for me. I know I'm only nine but I'm pretty mature for my age. That's my opinion anyway. I walked into the school. It was really big! It wasn't like a high school because I am in the 4th grade. The 8th graders were really big and mean. I wish one day I can be as tall as them. Anyway I'm walking to my classroom and this boy with pretty blonde hair runs me over.

Shane's Point of view

I was walking to my first class. I wasn't looking forward more at my schedule. I ran over this pretty girl. Very pretty girl! She had red hair and blue eyes and a pretty smile.

"Oh my god im so sorry! ….. Are you okay? Hello? Hello?"

I couldn't stop staring at her. I couldn't even talk. I managed to snap out of it because if dean were here he would call me a wuss. And im not a wuss! "Yea im alright. I wasn't looking where I was going its my fault. Hey are you okay" She was breathing kind of funny.

"Ill be fine" She pulled out her inhaler and took a puff.

Wow we have soo much in common! I have asthma too. Wait do I say that or will that freak her out. Say something.

" Am I freaking you out? I cant really help it" she said sadly

"No your fine… I mean not fine, Pretty I mean…"

"Its ok" she laughed. " I'm Isabella. You can call me Izzie. Or Bella or Isabel it really doesn't matter."

"Cool im shane. …. I don't really have a nickname."

" haha your funny. Im going to Spanish where are you going".

"Spanish." OH MY GOD! We have the same first class. She so pretty. She perfect.

"Cool"

They walk to Spanish together.

I spent my whole class staring at her. She's soo pretty. I know im nine but I think im in love. What if she likes dean? All the girls like dean. We look alike so if they like one of us they like the other. I should tell her. After class though. Shes really smart. When she speaks Spanish is so pretty and fluent. Ive never felt this way before. The bell rang. Finally I need to talk to her.

Isabella's pov

Spanish was easy. Maybe because half of my family is Latin American. I got my book and headed towards the next class until Shane came towards my way.

"Hey that was easy breasy right"

"Sure." He said "I have something to tell you"

"Fire away"

"I have a twin brother"

"Theres two of you? How does your mom survive" I say jokingly

"Very funny. Im just letting you know because when he sees a pretty girl he goes after her"

"You think im pretty?"

"Well.. umm… yea."

"I think your pretty too. Well handsome" Did I really just say that!

"alright ill see you later then. I have science."

"Kay I have algebra"

"algebra? That's 8th grade math!"

"I guess. I heard there mean"

"youll be ok you're a girl" He walked away.

He thinks im pretty? Wow! His blond hair and his green eyes. Snap out of it. You have algebra. Stupid eighth graders.