Not Such A Walk In The Park

Chapter #1

-Gwendolyn's POV -

First day in a new school, great. It's the middle of third term, in my opinion not the best time to move to a new school. Unfortunately, my Dad's work was "move now or the job's someone else's!" So, my dad made us move, halfway across the country. My dad's a scientist that works in a very secret bureau of the government. Since it's just me, it's always been easier to move around. They gave us a huge plot of land, for the two people it holds. The house had three floors, or two floors, considering the top floor was off limits. It had been completely remodeled into a lab.

The ground level was normal enough. It had a kitchen, a living room, a study, lounge, and a library. The basement was given to me, dad thought it would be a great peace offering for the quick move. I had no limits to what was down there, so the government did the only useful thing it can do. It bought all the arcade games, band equipment, and popcorn machines and transformed the basement into a heaven for gamers. They even threw in a Wii and Xbox360 with tons of games. Dad thinks it's a great place to hang with my new friends. To that I say, "If I have time to make new friends!" Not that I had many friends in the first place. At the last school they thought I was a freak. I'm expecting the same from this one.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Gwendolyn. Weird name, I know, but it was my mom's choice. No one in the world is named like me, but that's the way my mom liked it. She wanted her baby girl to be special even more then she was, at least thats the way my dad put it. If you're wondering what happened to my mom, I don't want to talk about it, end of story.

Well, its time to go to school. For my first day, I had decided to wear a plain green shirt with plain blue jeans, not wanting to stand out. I just left my hair down to curl on its own. My hair was only to my neck, and had a habit of curling majorly. I had no makeup on, I wasn't the makeup type of person, only my green glasses. My glasses really brought out my electric blue eyes, which was an unusual color to have since no one on either side of my family had this color. Apparently, according to all of those generations of dominant genes and blah blah blah blah (I will have to apologize for the blahs, I didn't really have enough interest to care), I'm a mutation. Why does that name seem to fit me so well? I was all set and ready to get this day over with.

"Have a good time at school, okay Dear?" My dad asks as I step out of the car.

"Yeah, I'll try." I answer sarcastically.

He looks up from his phone, "I'm serious."

"So am I." I shut the door and walk into the school. I walk into the office to be greeted by a smiling face.

"Hi, I'm Mrs. Bry, you must be Gwendoline." the secretary says.

"Gwendolyn." I correct. I hate it when people get my name wrong.

"Sorry, here's your schedule. It has your locker number and combination on it too." Scrap, I suck at remembering combination numbers. I force a smile.

"Thanks." I walk out of the office and look down at the paper she gave me.

Locker number: 648

Combination: R15 L10 R48

First hour: Mr. Bandstra, Science / Room #4

Second hour: Mr. Walker, Social Studies / Room #7

Third hour: Mrs. Peppin, Gym / Room #9 (or gym)

Lunch

Fourth hour: Mr. Batts, Math / Room #15

Fifth hour: Mrs. Olsen, Art / Room #2

Sixth hour: Mr. Truzkowski, Band / Room #16

My teachers are all over the place. This is going to be harder than I thought. I examine the locker numbers around me and find my locker easily. It took me two tries to open my locker, and by then the crowd had thickened. I look down at my list again.

"OK, science. Mr. Bandstra. Room 4." I reach into my pack to grab my science stuff when a voice from behind startles me.

"You have him first hour too?" I barely suppress a yelp. I turn to find a slightly shorter girl with long brown hair, a purple sweat shirt and sweat pants. I wasn't expecting to talk to anyone today, let alone have someone talk to me!

"Um.. Yeah." I say, knowing what was coming next.

"Awesome, were in the same class!" The girl says. I was surprised by this, usually people say, 'Oh man' or just sigh and walk away.

"Want to walk with me to class? It's getting a little crowded out here." The girl says. She had a point, the hallways had only gotten populated more since I came in.

"Sure." I grab my stuff and we push though the crowd.

"What's your name?" The girl asks.

"Gwendolyn, but call me Gwen." I say, expecting a remark like, 'Wow weird name', but this girl was different from others I'd meet, she was full of surprises.

"That's such a cool name." She says. I smile, relaxing some.

"What's yours?" I ask. She smiles at me.

"Mine's Jillian, but it's not as cool as yours." Jillian says.

"No, its very nice."

She smiles and continues down the hall. Turns out Jillian and I had most of the same classes together. We shared first, second, third, and sixth. Once we got into the room, I just followed Jillian to were she usually sat. She went all the way to the back corner by the wall. I followed.

"Mr. Bandstra lets use choose our seats so just sit anywhere, if someone else wants to sit there then they'll move your stuff." Jillian says, placing her stuff on her seat. I go to the seat right in front of her.

"Can I sit here?" I ask. Jillian looks at were I am.

"No, sorry Beth sits there. You'll like her, she's one of my other friends." I move to the seat right next to her.

"How about here?" I ask, hoping I could sit as close to Jillian as possible so I wouldn't be alone.

"Yes, that's fine, no one sits there." I sigh in relief, placing my stuff on the desk just as the bell rings. Seconds after a short, stubby girl comes barreling in. She places her stuff on the desk in front of Jillian, glaring at me.

"Who's this chick Jillian?" She says pointing to me. Jillian looked up from the book she'd opened after the bell had rung.

"That's Gwen, she's okay." Jillian says, turning back to her book. The girl looks at me.

"I'm Beth." She says in a stern voice. She probably thinks I'm the new girl that will go popular and betray all their secrets or something.

"I'm Gwen. P.S.," I lean in closer. I don't know if she'd be offended by this or not, but it was worth a try, "I've never been popular." I whisper, though I knew Jillian could hear. She glances up at me, and Beth smirks,

"Well, it's nice to meet you." She turns around and sits, staring ahead. As more people rolled in and sat down, I noticed that the most popular people sat away from Jillian, Beth and I, there were even some open seats. It seems that all schools are alike in status, but this time the outcasts didn't keep me out like in all the other schools I've been to. They had excepted me! Well, at least two of them.

Once the teacher walked in all the chit-chat stopped. "Good morning class. Today is a very interesting day. Not only is it only three weeks from Exams," That earned a boo all round. One glare from the teacher though and it disappeared. "We have a new student." Everyone looked right over here. I take a sudden interest in the cover of my text book, but I can still feel their eyes boring into my body.

"Gwendoline." They want me to say something. I look up at Beth and Jillian for support, but they only shrug their shoulders. Thanks for the big help guys.

"It's Gwendolyn." The room bursts into laughter, the teacher glares at me.

"Thats quite a mouthful you've got there, would you like us," He turns to the students, silencing the lingering laughter, "To call you something different?"

"Gwen, please." I reply. I glance at Jillian, she gives me a thumbs up.

"Well, let us continue class then. Gwen, you may just want to listen, but feel free to answer anything you know." I nod. Class from then on preceded more smoothly as did second and third hour. Now it was lunch. I had a sub sandwich and was searching for a place to sit. As I passed by tables the people would move over slightly to make it look like there was no room.

"Hey, Gwen!" Jillian calls me from behind. I stop for a sec and wait for her then followed the leader (Jillian) to her table. The table was almost completely empty. There were two boys that looked like JUV (Juvenile) break-outs. Thankfully Jillian lead me to the opposite side of the table. Since this table was the farthest from the lunch lines, one side faced the people of the lunch room and the other faced the wall and whoever sat in front of you. Jillian sat on the side that was facing, I didn't want to see everyone so I sat opposite on the end. Jillian sat one person away from the end.

"Who else is coming?" I ask Jillian. Before she could answer Beth come around behind me.

"I'm coming." She sits to the right of Jillian with the space on the end still open.

"I know, but who else?" Like they were waiting for me to say the words, a tall, very tall, girl with short dirty blond hair sits in the seat in front of me on the end, and a short, shorter than Beth, skinny girl with long dirty-blond hair sits by me.

"Hi!" They say at the same time.

"Hi." I reply cautiously.

"I'm Madison." The girl in front of me answers. She has short hair with a headband in. She wears a red vest with a white T-shirt on under with long blue jeans.

"And I'm Skylar!" The girl next to me says cheerfully. Her long hair is hanging by her sides. She's wearing a bright neon yellow shirt with neon green bracelets, and a neon green and yellow skirt with neon green leggings. She's definitely the I-love-these-clothes-and-I-don't-care-what-you-thi nk-about-them type when it comes to attire.

"Shes Gwen, and she checks out." Beth says. Skylar and Madison smile.

"Hey, Hey, Hey Gwen!" Skylar says after a we had all finished eating.

"Yes, Sky?" She smiled at my nickname for her.

"Whats the longest word in the English language?" I knew the answer to this one.

"I don't know what?" I say. Though I new the answer was "Smiles" it made it more fun for Skylar and me if I didn't know it.

"It's Smiles, because theres a mile between the first and last letter." We all laugh. I still couldn't believe that I had made friends on my first day. I mean, who does that! (Don't say you because try being me and see what happens) This is great, now all I need is my father to step out of his lab for more than one hour to make this day even more perfect.

First Fanfiction! Please R&R. I love criticism, if it's not super mean. Don't worry, the action's coming up soon.