Everybody sorry!!!!! I'm so sorry that I didn't update for the past months and also that I deleted the stories, I'm rewriting them. This one is unique love if you remember. And for those who have no idea what I'm talking about. Just read. =D Also this is my new pen name, from Ella unique to Valerie baby. They are both my nicknames so you can call me any of them. XD Please review!! I won't be lazy and not update this time. I'm so sorry, I want to know if this is good or I should have another beginning. Please review, I love you all my beautiful viewers. ;P

Keep smiling and reading.

Valerie/Ella.

They say first impression is important, because you can't get it back. You make a first impression in 5 seconds. Gabriella Montez, first impression!! I scolded myself. First impression!! I chanted to myself, and then I realized what state I am in and sighed. Obviously you don't make a good first impression when you're dripping wet and because your bag tore on the way to school, you put your books in a paper bag from McDonald's. Great, isn't it?

Gabriella!! What are you doing?? Keep your head high, take each step with confidence!! I imagined my best friend, Grace who lives in L.A, shouting at me.

In front of me was my new school's door, elegant with clean silver handle and a note saying this handle is cleaned and disinfected every 2 hours. I realized that after I get in there, I'll be making first impression to not one but about 500 teenagers of my age. Maybe it's worth a try I thought. I held my head high and tried to take confident step to the door. That was my first mistake.

I put my sweaty hands on the handle and gave it a little push. It didn't open. I looked around of signs saying 'Pull' but eventually there weren't any. So, I tried again and this time I putted a lot of energy into it. It opened with a sway and hit the wall next to it...more like the people next to it.

"Oh shit!" A girl's voice came

"Who the fuck did that?" It was a guy this time.

I froze, in front of me was more than 500 people and I just made the worst first impression.

"I'm so sorry" I poked my head to see the people who were "Injured" by me.

My jaw hit the floor. First I saw long dirty blonde hair, a girl. It seems that she was pinning this gorgeous boy with beautiful chocolate brown hair and striking blue eyes. Her lips were swollen so it was obvious what they were doing. His hand was firmly around her what looked like a fake butt. It wasn't the position they were in that shocked me; it was the guy he was so gorgeous like a model who escaped from the front cover of rolling stone. I sure didn't make a good first impression but he did…on me.

He seemed to notice me staring at him with my jaw hanging because his frown turned in a smirk. "Hello there, what is the beautiful's name?" He asked with his hand on the blonde girl's bum.

I either lost my voice or I forgot how to speak because I just stood there, staring at him. He cocked an eyebrow and suddenly I remembered my name "Gabriella Montez" I said almost whispering. The blonde who was snuggling in his chest finally snapped her head at me. Her annoyed face told me I was disturbing and that I should get going. My brain reacted immediately to that assumption and I awkwardly left that situation. I finally found the reception and got hold of my schedule. I got to my first class which was a disaster from the people's stare digging holes on my back since I was on the front seat. Thankfully the teacher, Ms Darbus, didn't make me introduce myself. Ms Darbus briefly told us her rules which was pretty easy to remember since they are what every teacher's rules are; no eating during class, cell phones off, don't be late. She gave us free period so the class was very noisy, it seemed like they were minding their own business but I could still feel their stares. I couldn't think of anything to do so I just sat there for half an hour observing Ms Darbus; colorful clothes, loud and annoying voice, sharp eyes and last but not the least very dramatic.

It is a nightmare for me to have gym on the very first day of school. I usually don't mind gym, I do mind when gym is co-ed. Unlike my old school is L.A where boys and girls had gym separately, East high we're supposed to cooperate with the opposite sex. It was a total nightmare because our gym shorts were smaller than Paris Hilton's brain.

The gym was humongous, the floors were so shiny you could see your reflection it in. There were banners everywhere saying WILD CATS and even some of the cheering team. In one of the banners, there was the gorgeous guy from before, hm…basketball team eh? In his picture he looked like he was saying "you know I'm hot" He surely was hot and he seemed to be well informed of it.

Everyone had gone to the changing room to change so I thought I'd wait until it's not crowded. The coach came, "Aren't you changing?" He questioned. "It's kind of crowded there" I replied. He seemed to understand and nodded. I didn't get it, it was just gym class what were those girls doing in there. Finally a girl came out, I was surprised because she had make up on and somehow made our already short shorts even shorter. A few more girls came out looking exactly like the first one; make up was on and extremely short shorts.

I waited until a few more girls came out to get in the changing room. My jaw for the second time that day hit the floor. The girl's changing room smelled like a mixture of perfumes and the girls were applying blemish creams, foundation, eyeliners and other products I don't have note of.

"I bought this from Hong Kong, it's sweat-resistance" A girl nearby announced proudly, the others around her drooled over the small bottle.

I recognized the girl from the cheering team banner. She was a pretty girl, with blonde hair and petite body. She looked nice too.

"What are you staring at?"

I had dazed off so I was actually staring at her. "Oh sorry" I apologized. I take back the nice thingy for her.

I went in an empty stall and quickly changed. I expect most of the girls to be gone when I came out but they were all still there.

I was totally freaked out, why would the girls put make up for gym? They will eventually sweat it out and their eyeliner will be smudging all over. What was so special about Monday gym? I heard basketballs hitting the wooden floors of the gym; the girls froze, decided to make me deaf and ran out of the changing room all at once.

Gaga, this sure took me time to write, I hope you liked.

Val