Disclaimer: I'm really enjoying writing how much I DON'T own something! Ain't life grand?

A/N- I enjoy writing authors notes, even if I don't have anything to say.

--Up, Down, Catch--

I had 3rd period in the computer room. It's so annoying, it was always so cold, and if you're not there 5 minutes before the bell, you're screwed. Then you're screwed and handwriting everything.

We had assigned computers. I was computer 14, and of course, someone was sitting at my computer.

It was a girl, with silky long black hair. She was just sitting there, the computer screen blank, flipping her iPod up and down in the air.

I waited until she was in the catch phase to tap her on the shoulder. She whipped around, he3r eyes wide. Now, let me tell you, her eyes weren't like mine, not a deep chocolate, or like Sammy's, with her deep grassy green, or even Marissa's, with her ocean blue. They were green, but they were practically white. They were a light jade, but with amber flecks. They were, I don't know how to say this without sounding dumb, old looking, like, they belonged on The Antiques Road Show.

The look on her face began to be impatient.

"What grade are you in?"

She just looked at me.

"I mean, I have class in here now, so can I get to the computer?"

She put the headphones back into her iPod, flipped it one more time, put the headphones into her ears, then got up and left.

"Casey," Mr. Paron, the tech teacher said. "Take you seat."

I did, and then I sat on a book bag.

"That girl left her bag in here. Can I go give it to her?" I asked, standing it up and holding it up.

I was all black, and had Blossom from the PowerPuff Girls.

"I don't know if oyu can, but you may."

Mr. Paron was also the English teacher.

"Thanks."

I dashed out of the room, and I the minute I turned to the corner, I saw her hair, long, sleek and black.

"Hey!" I yelled, it always worked in movies. But this isn't a movie. She didn't turn around, but thankfully, she turned and began to open her locker.

"You left your bag."

She looked up at me, "Maybe I left it there for a reason. Maybe I left it there on purpose. Maybe I didn't want it anymore! Maybe you're not doing me a favor at all! Maybe you're ruining my day! Maybe you're ruining my LIFE!"

Her first words to me were not happy ones, like I had hoped. They were very angry ones.

Then again, my first words to her were "What grade are you in?"

"Or, maybe not." She said plainly. "Thanks." She took her bag and shoved it into her locker.

She closed it, and began to walk away.

"Whats your name?" I asked, lingering by her locker.

"Zoe. Gardener."

"Casey." I said, "Acosta."

She smiled a bit and walked down the hall.

"Mr. Acosta, would so be so kind as to grace the class with your presence?" Mr. Paron scolded.

I rolled my eyes and walked back into the tech room.