Is there anything worse than being the new kid? Maybe you fart in front of your crush, or fall flat on your face in P.E. But there is nothing that sucks more than moving.

"Okay class take your seats. I'm Nick Banks, your new AP English teacher, so how about we start this year off on good terms!"

It was the start of Junior year. I moved to Rosewood after my mom got half a million dollars on a lottery ticket she found in her car. I really didn't understand why we had to move in the first place, I loved our little townhouse. We lived there for almost 16 years, I had to leave all my friends and memories behind, just because my mother had all this cash to blow.

"Honey, we're rich now. Why would we stay in a little town like this?" My mother explained.

"Loyalty mom! You and dad practically built this house from the ground up!"

"But Rosewood is an even better town! There are so many friendly people, and the girls there are way cuter too."

"Ew mom please stop, I don't care about the girls. I'm not leaving."

"This will be a great experience for you Emily. There are just too many memories of your father here."

I knew she'd play that card sooner or later. My dad died over seas last year, my mom wouldn't leave her room. It wasn't until a few months ago when she finally started to interact with me again.

I had to give in, she was still hurting and I hated hearing her cry every night. Maybe she was right, maybe Rosewood would be a great experience.

Wrong.

15 minutes into school and kids were already going nuts. Girls screaming at the sight of their friends. Guys wolf whistling at every cute girl they saw, freshmen ducking their heads and trying to get through their first day without any trouble, and me. Lost. But luckily I found my way to AP English just in time.

"Since I'm new I would like to tell you guys about myself." Mr. Banks said.

Even though 90% of the class was already goofing off he still continued his story.

"I moved her from Portugal when I was 8, just turned 20, on the 19th, I really love tacos."

"Wait you're only 20?!" One of the girls called out from the back.

"That's impossible!" Replied someone else.

"Not impossible Mr?"

"Kahn."

"Yes Mr. Kahn, not impossible. You see my father owns the school that I attended, after being home schooled for many years I already had graduated at age 15." Mr. banks carried on.

Looking around the class, I didn't know if the girls were that amazed that our teacher graduated at 15 or if they realized he was young enough to flirt with.

"Enough about me, I want to learn more about you guys. Starting with each of your names. Now when I call you raise your hand, and tell me something about yourself."

One by one students stood up and shared something. Most telling stories about their huge summer parties, or how tanned they got, or how many times the hooked up with someone.

"Next is Emily. Now where are you Emily?"

I raised my hand and began to speak.

"Uh, my name is Emily, and I'm new."

And just like that Mr. Banks moved onto the next person.

"Spencer?"

"Here!" She said as she raised her hand.

"My name is Spencer Hastings, and I love meeting new people."

She said as she winked at me. I instantly ducked down, trying to avoid any eye contact.

The rest of the day consisted of the same routine, teachers trying to get to know you, assigning summer essays, and of course having to squeeze through the jocks at the end of the day. I was just glad to make it home in one piece. My mom was already in the kitchen when I walked through the door.

"So how was your first day sweetie?"

"It was okay I guess, need help with anything?" I replied

"Yes, I need you to unpack the boxes in the living room and your room."

Okay so I guess there was something worst than moving, unpacking. Looking at all my old yearbooks made me want to cry. It's only been 3 days and I am already ready to leave this town.

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"Good morning everybody! Here are your daily announcements!"

The class started to settle as morning announcements played. I was actually able to make it to class without walking into any freshmen, or getting my nose clogged with the smell of axe body spray.

"Anyone interested in joining our Rosewood Sharks there is a tryout after school today."

Swimming! Yes something I was good at, I used to swim back in Toronto, but maybe things were different here.

"The library is looking for some volunteers, to help read to the children or Rosewood Elementary."

Reading to kids. I definitely needed the hours, and I LOVE kids!

Jr and Sr Boys Football tryout today after school! As well as Jr and Sr girls Rugby! Come on out."

"That's all for todays announcements."

"Who's planning on trying out for swimming?" Mr. Banks asked. "Anyone?"

I raised my hand, earning glances from a couple of students.

"I didn't know you swam Emily."

I nodded and returned to doodling on my notebook. The rest of the class went on, we got assigned another essay but this time the topic was things that are mainstream for no reason. There were a lot of things you could talk about.

Weed

Tattoos

Sex

At lunch I stopped by at the library. I have never seen a library so big in my entire life. It was Ten times bigger than most of the homes in the area.

I walked up to the desk and rang the bell, but there was no answer. I looked around but the library seemed empty.

"I'll be there in a second!"

A girl appeared from out of the back office, it was Spencer from class.

"Oh! Hey I know you, you're in my english class."

"Um, yeah."

"Nice to meet you I'm Spencer." She said extending her arm.

I shook her hand and slid it back into my pocket.

"So what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to sign up for the reading buddies thing."

"Thank god, I was starting to think I would be doing it by myself."

"No one else signed up?"

"Nope I guess it's just me and you!"

I smiled and looked around, there really was no one else here.

"I never got your name."

"Sorry, it's Emily."

"Nice to meet you Emily, well I have to go can't be late for my next class."

"Yeah okay, bye."

Spencer waved and walked out of the door leaving me alone in the library.

XXXX

I managed to leave school and come back in time for swimming practise. I never seen the pool before but might I say it was beautiful. Girls and guys were stretching, some already doing warm up laps in the water. I made sure to change into my favourite speedo.

The rosewood kids were fast, but I was way faster. I was actually pleased with my times, and coach definitely was too.

"Fields, come here."

"Yes?"

"I think you'd make a great addition to the team. I got my eyes on you!"

And with that the tryout was over. I walked all the way home feeling proud of myself.

"Hey you're Emily Fields right?"

"Um yeah, how did you know?"

"I watched you at the swim team tryout just now, you're amazing."

"Thanks!"

"No problem, you totally have the body too."

I blushed , speechless.

"Oh i'm so sorry that sounded really creepy. I'm Maya."

"It's nice to meet you." I replied smiling.

"Maybe, we could meet up sometime? I'd like to get to know you swimmer Emily." She said with a wink.

"Yeah sure, Creepy Maya." I said with a chuckle.

She took my arm and scribbled her number with a little note under.

"Call me later?" She said as she hopped into her car.

Call me, maybe you could show me some of your moves;) - Maya

Maybe rosewood wouldn't be so bad.