Chapter 1:

Claire's pov ~

Come on... Who needs math anyway? I don't think it will get me too far in life... (Puts her head on her desk and closes her eyes) 5 more minutes and i'll be outta here for march break. But then, i'll be back in school avoiding math problems just like today.

"OUCH. What the?"

Someone just through an eraser at me. Great. It's actually pretty normal now days. I'm getting used to people throwing school supplise at me. I've learned to ignore it. (picks up the eraser off of the floor before someone else decides to pick it up and chuck it at me. I put my hood on)

This is why i don't like school: I was forced to move here 3 years ago, for my fathers job. Which well, didn't really work out. He got in a car accident first day at his new job. It's still hard for me, I was always daddy's girl. But i'm alot closer to my mom now, she didn't want to move back to my hometown. Back to where i had plenty of friends, back to where I had a life. But the reason she made me stay here is because she bought an icerink. It was old, but she fixed it up. She used to be a professional figure skater, so now she coaches me. When i was little, i always wanted to be a hockey player - like my dad. I only started figure skating when i was 11 years old. (I know.. Too old to learn how to figureskate, i thought so.) but i caught right up too everyone and i'm trying to be the best. So now i'm here, in this stupid town for that stupid reason. That and, my mom would never move back now that she met the love of her life, Phillip. So i've learned to stop bugging her about moving back home, because lets face it - never going to happen. School isn't working out for me here. I used to get such good grades, everybody wanted to be my friend, i was popular. Now, i am a nobody. Since my dad died, when i first started going to this school, I was always really quiet. Never wanted to talk to anybody then. Who would blame me? I just realised that my father was dead, i needed some time. But shortly after that, when i wanted true friends, and was missing my old life. Nobody was there for me. Basicly, i'm invisible. Besides the few times a day when the guys sitting behind me think it would be funny to use my head as a humain dart board.

(BELL WRINGS)

School is FINALLY over.