I hated Mondays for two reasons, one school and two, school. If you didn't get the point yet I hate school. I hate everything about school, students, teachers, books and everything else. School was my prison, as a matter a fact everything was my prison. I was the outcast of the School. No friends, Bad grades, getting in trouble all of the time, all the typical Characteristics of an outcast. I was the weird kid. Some people describe me as emo. Yes an emo. I wasn't the type that would purposely hurt myself. I was more of …well... Gothic. I might have fit in at another school, but defiantly not the one I got to now. My school is full of rich preppy people. Another reason that I did not fit in at my school is because I am very shy. I am so shy that people think that I am mute. This is my story of how one person changed my life forever.

Do not go where the path may lead~ Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

-Emerson

"Lily, time to get to school, or else you will be late." My mom called

"Coming." I yelled and ran downstairs. I saw my mom with tears in her eyes

I knew what she was crying about. It was a year since my father was murdered, by his own brother. I had trusted my uncle. Then he killed my father. I could not even comprehend my hate for my uncle. Ever since then I have had extreme trust issues. I never trust so I am isolated. I keep to myself and never ever trust anyone.

"Mom are you okay?" I questioned

"Yes I am fine," she said then sucked in a breath and continued. "We have to go I do not want you to get another detention for being late."

I get detentions like every day. Some for being late for school, others for not doing homework, sometimes I get them for talking back to teachers. I am not a mean person but the teachers are just so rude!

But anyway…

I grabbed my light green neon backpack and headed to the car.

"Mom are you sure you are okay?" I asked again

"Yes I am fine. Just drop it." My mom said in a venomous tone

I knew that my mom was not fine. I was not sad today though. I had stopped crying a long time ago. Quite frankly I had stopped everything a long time ago. I stopped caring, loving, believing, and so much more. My life is meaning less to me. I am just some dead soul stuck in some person's body. I am nothing not even a person. I am just someone who is going to live a very lonely life with nothing and no one.

"Lily…Lily! Stop your day dreaming and get your butt out of the car this instant." My mom yelled

"Bye. Love you." I replied

Yes I did love my mom. She was the only one in my life who understood me. Sure I had my moments when I hated her. But really deep down, I really genuinely will always love her.

I walked into my first class, which was AP English. As usual everyone stopped their conversation to stare at me with there "You are such a loser, why do you even go to this school?" Glare. I took my usual seat in the back of the room. I loved that seat; there was no one back there to bother me. About three minutes after I walked in my teacher Mr. Madden Came in with an unfamiliar Boy.

"Class," Mr. Madden said in his high-pitched old lady voice, it makes it even funnier because he is a nice looking 30-year-old man. "We have a new student starting here today at DSH High School. Please introduce yourself Vince."

That is when I noticed 'Vince'. He was about 5'11" With black hair that comes to his mid neck and slopes over his right eye. He has the most dazzling Emerald green eyes that sparkled with the light. He was wearing an "All Time Low" Shirt that showed off his apparent Six-Pack. He had on bleach washed skinny jeans with black converse.

"Umm…Well my name is Vince Anderson. I just moved from Philadelphia PA, to here Springtown Ohio. I am 17 years old...And…I am a senior Well…Yeah." Vince said in an overly confident voice

"You can go take a seat next to Miss. Rider." Mr. Madden said pointing at me, knowing that this kid was going to be trouble.

I swear I heard all of the girls curse. Saying 'Why can't Vince sit next to me? Why does he have to sit next to a loser?' But I was too mad to care. My peaceful quiet spot now had some arrogant jerk sitting in it. Vince took a seat next to me, and put on a smirk. He leaned over to talk to me.

"What is a beautiful girl doing sitting back here all alone?" he asked in a cocky tone.

"She won't answer that. She is a mute and a total loser." Said some random girl with a neon pink sparkly shirt on.

"Oh. My. God. Why does everyone think I am mute? Just because I am shy does not mean that I am mute!" I said in a very strong voice.

"Wow. She talks, who would have guessed." Another girl said. I looked at the rest of the class. They were all in shock that I actually talked.

"Wow. You have a nice voice." Vince said looking deep into my eyes.

"Back off." I said in the most venomous voice I could make.

I already hated him. He was like all the rest of the guys, arrogant and over confident. He was going to make my life a living hell.

"So class we are going to start a project," Mr. Madden said in a happy voice while everyone else groaned. "We will be studying Shakespeare soon. So I thought it would be appropriate if we acted out some of his plays. You will be put into groups of two. The groups will consist of a boy and a girl. The names will be picked randomly out of a hat to get the pairs and also the plays the groups will do. Lets get started shall we?"

Oh joy I hated group projects. I rarely ever do anything in the project. I just let my partner do everything. They don't even bother me to ask any questions. I wonder who will be my partner. Maybe Jessie Adams, wow then this would be the project from hell.

"Alexis Black and Jessie Adams doing A Midnight Summers Dream."

Well then I guess he is out of the question…

After about 5 minutes I started to wonder when my name would be called…

"Last but not least, Vince Anderson and Lily Rider doing Romeo and Juliet."

No way! I am stuck with an arrogant jerk doing one of the most romantic plays! Please shoot me now.

If I could kill myself I would right now. But I am extremely scared of blood. So anything along the line of suicide is out of the question. But why do I have to hate blood? Well maybe I could poison myself...No…well…no.

"Lily, stop thinking about how to kill your self and let's get started." Vince said in a worried tone.

How did he know I wanted to kill myself?

"How…Did you know?" I asked

"Oh… Umm," Vince said trying to come up with an answer. "Well I was just guessing, anyway we have to get started." He finished

"Sure, well what scene do you want to do?" I asked

"Let's do the make out scene."

"Oh No way in hell!"

"But why not you look so kissable and your blood smells amazing." He said

"What my-"

"Well that ends class for today. The project is due in two weeks, have fun" said Mr. Madden

Vince immediately ran out of class leaving me puzzled.

He must have just said something else and I thought he said blood. Yea that is what happened.

I got up and walked slowly to my next class, which was Physical Education, Oh joy my favorite class. Not. I hated PE especially when we had to do something with partners. Of Course I am always the last one left.

I walked into the Locker room and got changed in my usual spot which was the old abandoned shower in the back of the locker room. I changed into my DSH gym uniform which consisted of a Light blue 50/50 Cotton T-shirt and Short-shorts that were black with white on the bottom. I walked out to the Basketball court which was where PE class was being held today. As usual I was the first one out because everyone else was socializing in the locker room. About six minutes later people started to arrive to the basket ball court.

"Well class today well will be doing team building. I want everyone to get into pair of two then go and do a lap around the football field and meet me back here." Mrs. Wilton our PE teacher announced

I sat down waiting to find the unlucky person who would have to be stuck with me. After waiting for a couple of minutes no one was left.

", There is no-" I started before guess who interrupted me. Yep Vince

" I am so sorry that I am late I am Vince Anderson." Vince said

"Well Mr. Anderson I will not make you stay for a detention because it is your first day here. Partner up with Miss. Rider here and then go run around the football field and meet me back here." Mrs. Wilton said like she was in a daze.

With that I started to run around the field before Vince caught up with me.

"Hey what's up?" Vince asked

"Umm not much." I replied trying my hardest not to think about how he said my blood smelled amazing

"Well…"

"What do you want Vince."

"I was just thinking about the Project in AP English."

"And your point is?"

"Well we need to get together sometime to complete it so I was wondering when we should get together." Vince said "Okay, don't answer that. How about you come over to my house like tomorrow at seven?"

"Sure where do you live?"

"72 summer street."

"I have never heard of that street where is it."

"About one mile south of the Hess Gas Station on State Street." Vince said to me like I was a little kid

"See you at seven then." I said and ran off pass him

When we got back all of the girls wanted to be with Vince. Some girl name Kat Meyer convinced Vince to be her Partner. I now was stuck with Gary Ward for PE.

After PE the rest of the day passed quickly for some odd reason. Somewhere deep down I'm happy to be doing something with Vince.

What is happening to me?

A/N: Hi guys! This is really my friend's story (Hence the grammatical errors. :) but I jump in every once in a while and work on it too.

If you're wondering why she doesn't upload it herself she's a bit too busy and doesn't know how fan fiction works.

Hope you enjoyed! Leave a review and I'll upload the next chapter!