Hey, Sparrabella fans! So this is something that crossed my mind the other day. First fic, so any help and reviews would be greatly appreciated! Thanks! Oh, and Sabrina's my oc. I thought Arabella needed a female friend, to talk to, so, yeah. Anyway, enjoy!

Arabella Smith bit her lip as she stared at the building before her. Her pretty auburn hair blew in the wind, creating a sort of streamer behind her. Her brown eyes took in her new school, and she nervously took a step forward-

And crashed into another girl!

"Sorry!" Arabella cried, reaching a hand out to help her up. The girl turned out to be about her age, a beautiful blonde, who smiled and accepted her hand.

"It's okay. I'm used to it." The girl held up a book she had had her nose buried in. "It's my fault, really. Are you new here?"

Arabella nodded, glad she had found someone reasonably nice to talk to. "Yes! I still don't know why my dad picked this school for me to go to…" she gestured to the school. "But he was drunk at the time."

The blonde laughed. "You'd have to be, to choose a school with a name like 'Barnacle High!'"

Arabella shrugged. "This is Florida," she said, laughing.

"True." The blonde smiled kindly. "What's your name?"

"Arabella Smith. Yours?"

"Sabrina. Sabrina Georgina Lacy Rocky."

"That's… quite a name!"

Sabrina shrugged. "That's what people always say."

"Sorry," Arabella apologized.

"Don't be. But I'm not the one with the fanciest name in the school."

"Who's that?"

"You'll meet him later. Can I see your schedule? I wonder if we have the same classes."

Arabella nodded and took her schedule out from the pocket of her jean-shorts where she had tucked it that morning. Sabrina was carrying a folder, and she pulled hers out of it. It was overflowing with papers. Sabrina gave a weak smile when she noticed Arabella's stare.

"Honors courses," she explained as she accepted Arabella's schedule.

"But it's the first day of school!"

Sabrina sighed. "Summer homework. Regular kids don't have to do it."

Arabella gave her new friend a sympathetic grin as she leaned over to see the two slips of paper.

"We both have Miss Willow for homeroom," Sabrina noted, then paused to smile at Arabella. "Then we have all different classes. You know, Bella- is it okay if I call you that?"

"Just not Bell," said Arabella dryly.

Sabrina frowned. She knew she had struck a nerve. "Why not Bell?"

"My mother used to call me that before she was kidnapped. That's why we moved. That's why my dad gets drunk all the time."

Sabrina's mouth dropped open. "Arabella! I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me before?"

Arabella sighed. "I've only known you for five minutes."

Sabrina gave a gesture of agreement. "Understood. Anyway, kidnapped by who?"

Arabella shook her head. "The police don't have any leads."

Sabrina put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I hope they find her." She paused, allowing for a respectful silence. "What I was about to say was, you could take the test to get into honors and then we could be in all the same classes."

Arabella smiled. "I'd like that. Thanks, Sabrina."

Sabrina nodded. "No problem. C'mon, let's go to our lockers."

"You'll need to show me where those are."

"Alright," Sabrina said happily. "Follow me."

The two fifteen-year-olds crossed the courtyard to the main building of Barnacle High. Sabrina held the door for Arabella, and she got her first look inside.

It was just like any other high school she'd ever been in.

"Nothing special, huh?" Sabrina asked.

Arabella shrugged, gazing around. It was completely normal. The walls were painted white, and there was a hallway leading to her right. Another hallways went straight ahead.

Sabrina took the lead and went down the right hallway. After a few minutes, the hallway widened out and took the girls to the locker area.

Arabella and Sabrina had lockers near each other, but not close enough to talk to each other. As Arabella was loading her books and things into it, she heard a whoop.

A boy with raven dark hair came flying down the hallway, running like the wind, holding a gold pocket watch. He had a red bandanna in his hair, and dark, handsome brown eyes. He was sneering as he ran, and he finally stopped a few lockers in front of Arabella.

Next came a boy with long blonde hair (not as pretty as Sabrina's!) and blue eyes, glowing with anger. "I demand you give that back at once!"

The boy with dark hair tossed it up and down. "I think I'll just keep it for a while," he said casually, leaning against the locker.

The boy with blonde hair stomped his foot. "Give that back this instant or else!"

"Or else what?" replied the other boy, and he took off again, past Arabella's locker, then past Sabrina's, then out of sight. The other boy followed, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Arabella hurriedly gathered her things and slammed her locker, then ran to Sabrina, who was rolling her eyes. "What was that about?" she asked.

Sabrina glanced over. "That was Jack Sparrow, school's biggest troublemaker. Followed by- and this is the guy with the fancy name I was talking about earlier- Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III. You can just call him Fitz. But when you want to annoy him, Fitzy is okay, too."

Arabella shuddered. "I hope I never meet this Jack Sparrow."

Sabrina sighed. "All pretty girls do, sooner or later. He always finds some way to seduce 'em."

"What about you?" asked Arabella.

Sabrina laughed. "Me? I'm part of the nerd group. You know, the geeky kids. He's tried once or twice on me, but never really focused. I'm not that pretty, anyway."

"Yes, you are," Arabella insisted. "Look at your golden hair! And your gray eyes! If he judges by looks…"

Sabrina shrugged. "He knows I'm not stupid. Only the stupid popular girls are unintelligent enough to like him." She spat out the word 'popular' as if it were a curse. "Now come on. We can't be late. Forget about dumb Jack. You're going to love this school, Bella."

Arabella smiled at her new friend and followed her down the hall to homeroom. But this Jack character was still racing through her mind.