Have you ever woken up one average morning wondering how you got there or what was going on in your life? Almost like you were experiencing a massive memory loss or where you never retaining information and this was the first day you remember waking up? For almost all of us it happens when we're every little, but what if the first day of your life you remember was when you were fifteen? It's just like you are being thrown into a pack of wild wolves just waiting to be fed. Your life is just new to you and everything is a blur.

Well if you haven't figured it out yet this is where I stand as of now only I'm a little older and am just now ready to show you or more or less I should tell you the basics about me first. My name is Ashley. I'm your average sixteen and I'm a junior at King High. I've lived in California for my whole life. I keep mostly to myself at school. I'm either off skipping class or busy having people be freaked out by me. I guess you can't call me your typical teenager now can you. I don't remember too much before my freshmen year at king high, everything is blurry but this is what I do remember about myself.

I used to go to church every other Sunday with my mom and step dad. Even at a young age I was very bright in Sunday school, always paying attention to the stories and the first to raise my hand to answer the questions being presented to us about the story we read. I was active on Wednesday night children service. We played games and I had to live up to the greatness that is or was my older brother. Even though I was smaller than the other kids at my age I was quick and strong. I won every game I got to play. I was bright in school as well. I got straight A's up 'til fourth grade but I still tried my best. But by that time everything started to blur itself together, just one day I woke up in a messed up and twisted world that was my life.

"Ashley Davis? Is there an Ashley Davis present?"

"Yeah, sorry. I'm here." I ripped away from the never ending thoughts of my mind by home room teacher.

Did I mention today is the first day of the new school year? It's only 7:40 in the morning and there is no possible way I should even be awake yet. It doesn't help too much that no one gave my coffee this morning, guess I'm buying some after home room is over.

The teacher starts passing out papers upon papers to us, the last being a syllabus to be signed by our parents, just fucking great. Get to go home and throw a million and one papers at my parents to sign them. The rest of homeroom we get our locker number and out of all the places, mine is stuck in the middle of freshmen and sophomore lockers and classes. I'll probably never even use my locker anyways. Although the teacher did tell my one other junior will be next to me.

I just hope and pray it's not Madison 'cause that would mean she and Aiden would be sucking face there in-between every class and I don't want to see that if I do need my locker for something. In the same way it better not be Aiden for same reasons. I don't see why I even care who it is. I have no friends and it's not like I actually talk to people. The only time I'll speak is when being asked a question or calling out a play for basketball.

I look up to the clock and notice the bell is about to ring. I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder and grab my skateboard in my free hand. As I begin to head out of the class room I hear my teacher call me over.

"Yeah, Mrs. Homes?" I ask shyly.

"Are you alright? I know it's early and you are probably tired, but is everything okay?"

There's no way I'm that easy to read. I must have had a really distraught look on my face earlier or something.

"Yeah, all is good. I just didn't get coffee this morning and I'm about o go get some."

"Okay, Ashley, well if you ever need something, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks Mrs. Homes. I'll see you later."

She waves me off and I head up to the lounge for my coffee.

I go up and order my drink and while I'm waiting the one thing to make everything so much better in the morning appears. Not.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the school dyke. Why don't you go play with you G.I. Joes and let the adults drink coffe?"

Madison. She bursts my bubble every time she is around.

"Not today Madison. I'm not in the mood to do this right here and right now." I just look at my shoes. I wasn't lying; I just don't want to deal with her today or ever for that matter. I grab my drink and begin to walk off.

"I don't care if you want to do this or not. Rumor has it you're already talking crap about me." Madison spins me around to face her and the first time of the day I look someone dead in the eyes.

"Don't mess with and especially do not touch me." I say low and stern hoping she gets it.

"You mean like this?" She back hands me across the face.

I throw my board and book bag to the ground but carefully place my coffee down next to my stuff. Yes, I am an addict. Gotta problem with it?

"I said not today, not tomorrow, not ever Madison."

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it?" She handed her purse over to her boy toy Aiden as she places her hands on her hips.

"Something I should have done freshmen year." My fist clench at my side and I wait for her to make her move.

"What would that be? Go cry over you daddy's dead body?"

"Madison!" Aiden? Standing up for me? Now that's not normal and it throws both me and Madison off track.

"Woah, Are you defending this bitch Aiden? Don't you recall who she is?"

"I know perfectly well who she is, but babe that's a low blow."

While Madison's back is turned to Aiden mouths to me to go when she faces him. He's actually helping me out.

"Seriously Aiden," her back turns towards me I grab my stuff and slowly back away until I can run without her hearing me.

Knowing how Madison is, Aiden just put his neck on the line for me. I guess I'll have to thank him later.

I walk across the campus to go at least see my locker and check the combination for it since we have fifteen minutes between homeroom and first period. Our school is a pretty nice school. We have a lounge area, two quads, five buildings for classes, two auxiliary gyms, and four lunch rooms. It's kind of fun to just sit on a bench and watch the new freshmen find their way around. I'm not making fun of them or anything and if they ask I'll show them where it is they need but it's always interesting to see how far off they can be from the right building. There are over five thousand people at King but there is somewhere around sixteen-hundred in my class, so it's rare to have someone in two of your classes.

As I get to my locker I notice there is another girl standing next to mine and I don't think I have met her before. I turn my combination and open my lock and the girl yelps a little.

"You scared the crap out of me." I stick my skateboard in my locker and finally realize I'm being spoken to.

"What?" The girl smiles and lets out a small laugh.

"I said you scared me."

"Oh, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But I take it we are locker neighbors. I'm Spencer."

She sticks her hand out and I finally look at her. She has long flowing caramel coloured hair and aqua coloured eyes. Her body is thin but not too thin. It's the perfect shape and everything is in sync. I grab her hand and shake it.

"I'm Ashley."