Hi! I had some idea so I decided to write it down. I craved a Niley story, but couldn't find any I liked so I thought 'hey, why not give it a try?' This more than likely won't be continued; we'll see.

P.S. I'm obsessed with semi-colons (;)

I'm seriously thinking about dropping out of school and becoming a hobo. When you think about it, they live the best lives. They don't have to worry about homework or class work; being part of the cheer-leading team; money; and the best thing is they don't have to worry about keeping up with the latest trends. I swear, the moment I started wearing Aeropostale, it was like everyone else started wearing it. I should come to school in a burlap bag and see what the student body would do. The only bad parts are that they don't take showers daily and have nowhere to live. But, I see the Salvation Army around weekly. I am still deciding on the dropping out thing, but for now I think I'll continue high school. After all, I only have 2 more years. Those should fly by quick. Well, at least I hope they do...

Oh, yeah, give me what I need

Aero graphic tee, skinnies from Forever 21, ballet flats, sloppy French bun, light eye shadow and lip-gloss; I was good to go.

Toast, butter, jelly, OJ; good breakfast.

"What time's Nick supposed to be here?" My father asked, spooning a bit of his Fruit Loops into his mouth.

I shrugged. "Dunno." Nick was my best frien. We'd agreed on carpooling to school to at least do our part of saving the Earth. He'd pick me up some days, and others I'd pick him up. It was a good thing, too, because we lived about 5-6 blocks from each other, depending on how one looks at it.

He nodded. "Finish your English essay?"

The toast crunched against my pearly whites as I took another bite. I nodded my head 'yes'. I disliked awkward morning conversations, which seemed to happen more often than I'd like. My mom passed away when I was about 8 months; she was killed in a drive-by. It's not like I missed her; I barely knew her. Still, I wonder what she would've been like. Occasionally I ask my dad about her and then he puts on an old movie and I tear up a little, but that's as far as it gets. I can't actually remember the last time we talked about her. There aren't even any more pictures of her, except for the one I keep tucked safely under my pillow. That was just life...

Just then my phone started ringing. I picked it up with my free hand, going through all of the procedures until I reached my inbox.

I'm outside, hot stuff. :P

"Bye dad, I'm out." I downed the last of my OJ before dashing out of the house and into Nick's car, which sat waiting in front of the house.

"I've never seen you in such a rush to get to school." He joked, closing the door after me. He'd gotten out prior to and had it opened by the time I came outside. He then hopped into the driver's seat. Nick, always the gentleman...

"Hot stuff?" I questioned, pushing my phone into his face, which displayed his text.

He shrugged, starting the engine. "You can't blame me for telling the truth."

It wasn't that I didn't do well in school, I simply didn't like it. Boy, was that the understatement of the year or what? Let's be honest here; I hated it. I hated the 'cliques'. I hated the 'jocks' and the 'popular people' and the other classifications as if we were animals in a food chain or something. I hated that it was so early in morning; night school would be better, but then I wouldn't have a life. It's not like I have one now, but still... I hated how everyone dressed as if they were going to some night-club instead of sitting in a classroom for the majority of their day. Seriously, who wears stilettos to school? Obviously, idiots, which was another thing I hated. Surprise, surprise, this school was filled with them. I think it had something to do with the water... or the fact that most of them smoke away the few brain particles they have left. The teachers are complete idiots as well; 'weed', as most people know it by, is an insanely gross and detectable smell. I've come up with two solutions as to why the weed-heads never get caught. A.) Idiotic teachers and/or B.) The teachers probably smoke with them. I can count a few days where Mrs. Wheeler looked as high as the Statue of Liberty.

"Oh, God, hide me!" I ducked behind Nick, using his body as a cover. There, in all of his ugliness, was my ex-boyfriend Justin Russo.

"You're being ridiculous." Nick spat, trying to remove himself from my tight grip.

"Let's not forget who beat who during arm-wrestling." I placed my hands on his shoulders, slowly walking in the direction opposite of Justin. Once I was sure we were out of sight, I deeply exhaled. "Whew, that was close. C'mon." We began walking to the side door of the building.

"What's the deal with Justin, anyways?"

I gasped. Had he seriously asked me this question? "He's ugly."

"If he's so ugly, then why did I see him and Tawni Hart making out Friday night?" He opened the door, gesturing for me to go in first, which I did. I did mention something about him being a gentleman, right...?

"Seriously? When?"

"At Manny Santos' party, which you'd know about if you'd bother to have a social life." He said that in the most sarcastic, obvious tone, which made me force a humorless laugh.

"Oh, Nicky; have you learned nothing these past 2 years of knowing me? High School parties are overrated. They're a ploy created by sexual offenders to drug slash intoxicate girls and force them into doing what they want. It's all easily explainable." I casually said, walking upstairs with Nick right next to me.

"I chose not to pay attention for fear of brain damage." He retorted with a sly smirk. I pierced my eyes at him. At that same moment, some bimbo bumped me. "Watch where you're going." I hissed, looking up at them. As soon as I saw their face, my expression softened.

"Um, excuse you? You bumped me, but since you're my best friend, I'll let it slide." It was Sonny, my best friend, as she previously stated. We immediately engulfed each other in a hug as if it'd been years since we'd last seen each other, instead of 3 days.

"Um, hello? Am I invisible today?" We pulled away to laugh at Nick.

"Soz, bro." Sonny then gave him the same hug as we continued down the hallway. The usual white walls were covered with life-size posters of idiots running for 'class president' and 'homecoming king/queen'.

"Who are you guys voting for, for homecoming royals?" Sonny asked. I take it she read the posters...

Sonny was the cheerful one of our group. She liked to look at the bright side of things; always smiling and being 'perfect'. I envied her OCD, but at the same time hated it. She was an 'A' & 'B' student, and was always active in school events. She was the reason I became a cheerleader. Well, that and the idiotic-but-super-hot football players.

Nick shrugged. "I'm not really into that stuff."

"He's a loser, he doesn't know who to vote for." Sonny and I shared a laugh. Nick lightly shoved me, which caused more laughs to erupt from us.

"Whatever."

"Mi, what about you?"

"It's between Jake Ryan and Marco del Rossi. Either way, they're both hot."

Nick looked from me to Sonny, disgusted. "That's my cue to leave. And, FYI, Del Rossi is gay, so I'd have better chances with him... not that I want him or anything..." He stammered. "I LIKE GIRLS!" He scurried away as Demi and I burst into another round of laughter.

"He's so gay."