Welcome to the fabulous story of my life. Well, fabulous if you consider fabulous to mean "Just like anyone else's"

Sorry. I'm getting off subject.

Anyway. My name is Nicole (what a fabulous name). I go to an advanced school. Or "the nerd school for special people" as my friends like to call it. It's not your ordinary everyday school.

Well, I mean it sort of is. We still have homework and stuff...

What mean to say is that we're not your average everyday nerds. We're bonkers. Yeah. You heard me right. Bonkers.

For some reason everyone who goes here is special in their one little way. I'm not even sure if all of us are that smart. As you'll soon learn, although we're nerds, we have a weird side.

Chapter 1

I gazed at James dreamily. James has to be the hottest guy on the face of the planet. Like hotter than a supermodel.

(For some reason there are supermodels at a nerd school?)

As you can imagine I'm also known for my superhuman good looks. I mean flowing blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean... Okay. Maybe I'm exaggerating just a tiny bit. Okay! I'm exaggerating a lot of a bit.

I do look kinda like a supermodel though.

(Crashing Sound) "You do not look like a supermodel!" (my brother) "Yes I do! I'm so gorgeous that guys follow me home!" (me) "That's Bret! He doesn't count! He's a stalker!"

Okay then. Maybe I don't.

As I was saying, I was staring at James. Lost in the eyes staring.

Then the horrible happened.

He walked over to me.

And you know when you're lost in someone's eyes? How you don't notice anything? Well, that's what happened to me.

"Hey Nicole," he said. "You want to go check out the cast list with me?"

"What?" I asked snapping out of my daydream. (I was talking Britishly.) "Tea and crumpets?"

"Uh, I guess that's a no then," he said sadly, walking into the hallway.

Great. Now I'd made my soulmate, I mean Crush hate me.

Just then, Jake walked up to my desk, making my day worse. "Hey Hermia," he said (the play we were doing was A Midsummer Night's Dream), "If I get Lysander and you get Hermia, we're going to have to do some smoochy-smoochy. Why don't we go ahead and practice?"

Ugh. I leaned over (Jake was extremely short) and said, "Well, we'll just have to see about that. You don't even know if we got the parts."

"We! She called us we! Did you hear that?" he asked running over to his friend David. He kept blabbing.

I walked into the hallway to check the cast list (and to avoid the Jake pain).

I ran my finger down the list.

Rob- Puck, Grace- Helena, Amy- Titania, Hermia. Aha! There it was.

The name was...

Nicole! OMG! Then I found Lysander's name...

James! Double OMG! I did my little victory dance.

Just then, Jake came out. He checked the cast list. "Hermia!" he said to me. "I knew that we were meant to be together!"

"Check the cast list again, little boy," I replied slyly.

After checking the cast list again, Jake cried over-dramatically, "No! Hermia! I knew that we were meant to be together! It was fate!"

Wow. He's special.