AUTHORS NOTE: hi! my name is Sara and I wanted to writE this story, tell me if its good? It's my first story! So let's hope all is well and I really do hope you like it! Thank you!

P.S. This is only the first chapter, there will be more!

"Now don't you forget your lunch and Yonkers okay?" my mom looked at me, oh god, she's tearing up.. It was my first day at my new highschool. We just moved to Maryland from Colorado. I lived in that hell hole for all of my 17 years of living. "Mom, you know that I am 17 years old, right? I am not bringing Yonkers." Yonkers is my stuffed frog that has been with me through it all. "You sure honey? Cause you might need him today!" Jesus. My mom is more frightened than I am.

I was always known as the weird one who did her own thing, back in Colorado. Ever since I was in the womb I was dancing all up in my mothers uterus. I love dancing, free styling mainly, but other than that all types. Here's my back story: my dad hated when I danced he said it gave me too much freedom, so my mom up and left the guy when I was around seven years old. My mom told me that she never loved him the way she loved me. She told me that the reason she left him was because he didn't give us enough freedom, but we all know that's a lie. He was never really around either. I just remember my mom dancing with me in the kitchen for 4 hours straight most nights, when he would be out with his Sexratary, eh-hem excuse me, I mean Secratary.

"Honey. I'm sorry that we left Colorado.. I know you had lots of friends and Mike and that I just took you away.. But look on the bright side! You can start fresh!" My mom said enthusiastically. I groaned. I was so sheltered in that town, I felt out of place. Most of the people there were told what to do, whereas my mom trusted me. I mean sure I got into some deep shit sometimes but never too bad. "Mom. I'm fine, can I just go?" I asked. "Sure honey, please be careful, I love you!" "Love you too!" I called to her, closing the door behind me. I put my earbuds in and turned on 'Sail' by AWOLNATION, and began to subconsciously pop and lock, and glide to the swelling beat. I turned the direction MSA was and began walking. I was dressed in my maroon sweats, a tank top that said, "all you need is love." My red and black Nike high tops I got from my boyfriend back in Colorado, and my Afro-esk, unbelievably curly, dark chocolate, brown hair all tied up in a braid that laid on my left shoulder. I had the bracelet that Mike gave me when we were at the airport about to board the plane. I'm not a cryer, but it was like I had onions rubbed in my eyes, I have never cried so much.

When MSA came into site, I immediately started to hyperventilate. I hate first days, at new places. I came closer, and almost instantly felt out of place. Hmm feels familiar. I felt as though I was on display... New meat. I walked up the stairs and into the building. The halls were scattered with cliques of people. I look around to see if I recognize anybody in the crowds, which is silly because I came from Colorado. I take out my earbuds and put my iPod in my backpack, and turn around quickly to find my first class, because the shrill ring of the bell rang in my ears, and then that's when it hits me. No, something literally hit me. I stop dead and gasp when I felt cold liquid pour down my shirt.

"Oh... My...God..." I gasped, when the blue slushie made contact with my boobs. SO COLD. I looked up and saw a guy with brown curly hair, stammering the words, "I'm so so sorry" repeatedly. Then somebody shoved into me, causing me to trip and fall on top of him. I hit my head hard on the floor. I was laying on top of a strange guy with blue slushie sticking as a glue on both of us. I heard him say "sorry" really breathy. I was trying to get up, the the sticky drink was all over us and I couldn't move for some reason. I began saying "oh my god, I am so sorry I-" until this Asian looking girl grabbed me and pulled me up, then screamed, "what the hell is this?!" RIGHT into my ear.

"Jesus Christ." I breathed, while rubbing the back of my head where the concrete tile made its mark, "could you be any louder?" I asked sarcastically. "What we're you doing on top of my guy?" The Asian girl retorted. Wow, on my first day of school I would have never guessed that it would start out like an incredibly cheesy teen movie. I processed what she said to me, and I quickly replied, not wanting to make enemy's with the wrong girl on my FIRST day of school, " oh no! He just spilled this blue shit all over me, then some jerk, pushed him over and- no! It's not what you think, look I'm new and-" "Well, new girl, maybe you shouldn't be messing around with girls boyfriends, huh? Maybe think before you actually 'do'. Come on Moose." She snapped at me. Moose? That was his name?

Moose got up with difficulty, he slipped twice. I couldn't help but hold in a laugh. Then he stood up straight as if nothing embarrassing had happened to him. I looked him up and down, he was wearing some skinny jeans that were slightly sagged, a blue jacket with white strings hanging down, a purple shirt that had Adidas written on it. When I got to his feet, he was wearing blue Nike high tops with white trimming. I fell in love with those shoes. I wonder how they felt when you dance in them, you could tell he was a dancer because they were worn, in places where my shoes were worn. I was staring at them for a long time, so I looked up, and he knew that I loved the shoes. He looked at me with intrigue and curiosity, a half smile painted onto his milk chocolate skin, until he was gone in a flash and so was his Asian girlfriend. I snapped out of the trance of those gorgeous Nikes, and ran to my first class, Geography.

The rest of the day was a complete blur. After Geography, everything just mixed and flopped everywhere. There were a lot of people glaring at me, no doubt it was because that Asian girl. Oh! I know her name now! She's in my ballet/jazz class, her name is Sophie. I heard her whispering about me to another girl in that class. I'm thinkin maybe that's why I have so many glares.

I heard the familiar shriek of the bell. Thank god. I started walking to my locker, "...244..244... 244!" There it was, my locker... Aaanndd there was the boy, Moose was it?, who stained my shirt with blue slushie, ruffling some papers in the locker right next to mine. Great. Could this day get any better? I sucked in a breath and sneakily went over to the locker next to his, cover my face with my mane and started twirling the combination.

He saw me in the corner of his eye then turned"Hey, do I know you-" he stopped dead. He turned a funny shade of pink, there ya go, I'm the girl you stained with your freezing cold drink. "Look, I am soooo SO sorry about that! I am such a clutz, I can't even walk straight!" He said slightly laughing but completely serious. I caught myself giving an odd smile to him, and giggling, what the hell? I'm usually pretty good about holding grudges. "I really am sorry! And I'm sorry about Sophie back there, she's really nice once you.. don't fall on top of her boyfriend." He laughed. His laugh is so contagious, I burst into laughs, as soon as he starting laughing. He looked at me with a tilted head, and light in his eyes. Then I realized my laugh is SO obnoxious, so I stopped abruptly, making this whole situation so awkward. I looked at him, and looked at the floor, and caught his Nikes in my eye. I imagined myself dancing with one spotlight on me, Michael Jackson's 'Smooth Criminal' fills the room, I start to glide across the shadowed floor then- then I caught myself again. I shot my head up to his face, I felt the blood rush to my olive-skin cheeks. I looked at him and he was looking me up and down, wait, what? Was he checking me out? Hahah! I thought this was embarrassing for me!

"Hey, are you, uh, checking me out?" He shot his head up from the stare he had on my shoes, and that pink in his face came back. He rubbed his neck and said very quickly and loud, "No! I mean, no, I just really LOVE your shoes." He said with that gleam in his eye once more. I laughed, "Really? Oh my, uh, boyfriend from Colorado gave them to me." I said, looking down at my shoes at back at his face memorized by my old torn shoes. "They are really old. And used" I said trying to fill the awkward silence. "Yeah, well I have to get home..?" I said with that awkward in every word. I glanced at him, with a shy smile, he's kinda cute? In a nerdy way, but curly hair is one of my weakness's. Along with boys who dance, make me laugh genuinely, get that sexy look on their face when they're concentrated and boys who bite their lips. When he realized I said that, the gleam faded and he looked up at me. "Well wait, what's your name? I gotta have your name.." He looked at me, plead in his eyes, but hilarity in the rest of his body and face. I stared at him for just a moment to take in his features, and started towards the door. I stopped, turned and saw his body slump and his eyes follow me with playful sadness, he lit up when I turned around, I laughed. "You can call me Charlie, I will see you later Moose." He smiled goofily, and replied, "Charlie? Charlie!" I walked off and heard him say to himself, "that's pretty.." Then the doors of the school closed behind me.