"So, Beck its quite hard to lose a loved one are you ok?" asked the nosey school psychologist. My parent's insisted I visit her at least once a week. I hate it. The room is too small with gray walls whenever I come here I feel claustrophobia kick in, but what really gets too me is that I can here everything that goes on outside the room and I can only assume they can her what happens inhere too. So much for the poster in big fake letters saying what is said here stays here.

"Actually me and Andre weren't that close, it's to bad he died but I'm not suicidal if that's what your getting at?" I say. That's a total lie, I'm in terrible pain, but no way is this loon is going to find that out.

"I sense you holding something back, you wouldn't be here if nothing was wrong…" she states this slowly leaning towered me. I lean back because she could really use a breath mint.

"My parents just overreacted, I'm fine. Really." I try to reassure her with a slight smile, but she doesn't buy it. She blinks a few times searching my face for any type of falter, I smile again and she sighs.

"Well if you're really ok there's no point in being here. If you ever do need to talk my door is always open." She says gesturing toward the exit. Score! I got her off my case!

"Thanks Mrs. Sovin see you later" I squeak, bolting for the door. Soon I'm into the sweet sanctuary of the hallway, heading to my beacon of hope (and pencils). My locker door opens spilling two note books out onto my feet.

"AWW thanks Lockie I needed those for class" I coo to the clear plastic I hear high pitched giggle from behind me, upon turning around I spot the red headed source of the noise. Cat. Who is crazy. Really crazy. Why is she even here? She should be having lunch now.

"You talk too your locker too? I talk to mine all the time!" cat squealed. Then walked away before I could even reply. She is so weird, but I just cant forget the from the diner…

*FLASHBACK*

My parents and grandparents are catching up at the local diner. I've been to this diner tons of times. It had red walls covered with family photos of the owners. The booths where tan with orange tables. In one corner was a coffee pitcher, half and half, milk, and a basket of sweeteners on a wooden table. They have terrible coffee but that's made up for in the wonderful sugar supply. Of course I sip my cup of gross but sweet coffee as my grandparents order. The waitress leaves and conversation begins

"Beck any new teachers this year?" asks grandpa. He smiles his old man smile making his face wrinkle up like a raisin

"Yeah, a couple" I answer.

"What?" grandpa exclaims. Putting one hand to his ear showing he hadn't heard what I was saying.

"He said a couple" my mom said, butting in to the conversation, then whent on to describe them in great detail occasionally pausing for a yeah or nod from me. I zone out looking to the door. Until SHE walks in. She is the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Her black hair had random streaks of color, her wrist where covered in wristbands, her skin was pale white and the best part? On her arm was a tattoo a REAL one. From afar I gawk at her beauty. Soon enough she notices me and flashes me a look that says "what are looking at?" Quickly I switch my attention back to the dry hamburger on my plate. Snatching up ketchup drenched fry to busy my hands. Glancing back up I see she's-

*RINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG*

"OH CRAP THE BELL!" I whisper as the hall fills with students headed to their lockers after lunch. I scoop up my note books and head to Phycawits's class. I keep my head down as I walk admiring the light blue tiled floor. Cringing when I spot a he wad of gum a little ways ahead. Then something hits my shoulder. I turn and see the girl.

"Hey I'm jade a new girl could you point out where improv class is? She asks placing her hand on her hip raising her eyebrows.

I stood there shocked.