I ran as fast I could across the busy street and dodged the full speed cars coming towards me.

"Wait!!!" I yelled and waved at the big public bus that was pulling away. The driver didn't see or hear me.

Damn bastard. I thought. I slowed to a steadier pace; there was no need to run anymore. I made it across the street and leaned against the pole that held the sign of the three buses that made a stop on this street. I'd have to wait at least ten minutes before the next one came.

I sighed and dropped my bag that was slung across my back. It hit the concrete with a thump. Now what? I asked myself. I was getting bored quickly, impatient person that I was, so I settled for pacing the pavement to kill time.

My daily routine was somewhat like this, only without the running frantically part. I usually got to the bus on time, but today, it seemed I was having an off day. I always got up at 5:30 am, reluctantly of course, took a shower to wake myself up, got dressed for school ate breakfast, and –if I had time– read something before I left for the bus that took me to the train station, which took me to my high school. Yesterday, I lacked a lot of sleep, so I was pretty much in a haze as I got ready for school today.

The bus came then. I grabbed my bag from the floor and pulled out my card from my pocket. After paying I went to the back of the bus where I snuggled into the corner of my seat and tried to relax. It was only a short time from my bus stop to the station; I could walk there if I wanted to. My mother called me a lazy bum, but I just didn't like walking in the morning. The bus dropped me and the rest of the passengers on the bus off in front of the station, and I made my way down to the platform.

I was used to the passengers waiting there for the train; I saw their faces almost every day. Sometimes I saw new ones, but that was unusual. It was mostly because they'd gotten off on the wrong stop, or they were trying out a new routine. So because of this, I was surprised to see three unfamiliar faces standing where I regularly stood to wait for the train that came every five minutes.

They were three boys, all of them fairly tall, about six feet. They all looked very different from each other.

The tallest of the three was blond; his long wavy was pulled back into a ponytail at the crown of his head and trailed to the middle of his back. He wore casual clothes, a pair of faded black jeans and a plaid button-down shirt that was left open to reveal a black shirt underneath. His bluish-purple eyes stared into space with a frown.

The second tallest was also the oddest-looking one. His hair was wavy like the blonde one's, only his was left down, and it looked more wild than the other's. But I think that was because his hair was…pink. I couldn't help but stare at him. I didn't get it. The crazy thing was that the pink hair seemed natural. It didn't look like the dyed hair most boys and girls had. Another thing that seemed to prove me right was that his eyebrows were also pink, and they stood out against his pale skin. His eyes were wide, exuberant, and, sure enough, they were also pink. His clothing seemed more luxurious, fancier. He wore a dark red close-fitting coat that he left partially unzipped. Underneath he had a white collar, and I think I spotted a ribbon tied around his neck. I wasn't sure, the pink wavy jungle that was his hair took most of my attention. He wore black pin-stripe pants, again, close-fitting, and his whole outfit was topped off with a pair of shiny black shoes. Rich boy…I thought.

The last one, almost as tall as the second (his wild, frenzied, hair was what made him seem taller) had dark black hair, with a tint of blue in it. The color shined in the light of the sun, which was slowly creeping up the horizon. He seemed the calmest, his navy-blue eyes serene, tranquil. He held a book in one hand; the other was tucked into his pants. He was also nicely dressed, of course not as nicely as the pink one, but close enough. He had on a close fitting dark sweater that outlined his lean but muscular body, and the long sleeves were pushed up to his elbows.

The blonde one's startling purple eyes met my own orange-tinted brown ones. I quickly averted my vision to the train tracks below me and stood awkwardly beside them. Then, after I'd gained enough confidence, I raised my head again but carefully made sure not to be caught gawking at them again. I was a bit relieved to see that I was not the only one staring at the odd trio. Actually, almost everyone within a ten foot radius had their head turned towards them. I suppressed a smile.

The train came then, and I ended up in the same car as them. It was only when they stat down that I noticed that they all had backpacks. Well, duh, they look only a few years older than me, so they must be in school or college…

There were enough open seats to choose from, and I found one that looked out onto the more scenic view for the ride; I had no book with me to read so I needed something productive to look at to keep me busy for the 45 minute train ride.

I didn't need the scenic window seat.

My head was so full of the three boys that sat only a few seats away from me, so startlingly odd, yet all very attractive; I was filled with curiosity. I itched with the craving to ask them what school they went to, only I knew that I would never be able to do it. I expected them to get off at Clark and Lake, the train stop on the CTA that most busy employees and students got off at to transfer to another train, but, they didn't. So I expected them to get of at UIC and Halsted, surely they must be in college or something. But, again, they didn't. My stop was next. Oh well, I thought, guess I won't be able to find out the mystery of the strange trio. See ya… I got up from my seat and balanced myself on the moving train as it halted to a stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of pink.

They're getting off here?!

Wait a sec, this couldn't be right. They went to my high school? Whitney Young High School?? Was I at the right stop?? I checked the name of the station as I got off the train and onto the platform with the other students. Yes, it was the right one. And the three odd boys were going to my school? I was mystified. Maybe I will get to find out about them after all…

After getting into school, I went straight to my locker, as I always did.

The three boys on the train headed downstairs to the main floor. Probably to the office, I thought. I made up my mind to not think about them for the rest of the day. There were at least four thousand people in Whitney, so what were the odds of bumping into each other?

I still had about a half hour before classes started, so I met up with my friends in the Red House lunchroom. They saw me coming up to them and waved.

"Katie, what's up?" Rudy greeted me with a raised hand.

I slapped it with my own. "Not much, you? Hey guys." I greeted everyone sitting around the table and sat down in one of the many red colored seats. (Obviously, the chairs were going to be red, if this lunchroom was in Red House)

I realized that everyone around me was talking, though my head was still filled with the three odd and attractive boys. Who were they?

I made up my mind that I was going to find out. Once I was curious about something, I would not stop until I fulfilled my interests.

So this is the first chapter of a beginning story...Who are the three odd boys who suddenly show up?? You'll have to wait to find out...