Author's Note: I read the this book called Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson and was inspired to write this. I don't own The Suite Life or anything. Yeah, hope you enjoy.

IN HIGH SCHOOL YOU WILL MAKE LIFE-LONG FRIENDS

I am here. This is my first day of high school. I have a backpack full of empty three-ring binders, college-ruled lined paper, pencils, pens, erasers, a smashed paper bag that has my roast beef sandwich, a five-dollar bill, and my inhaler. I am standing, wearing a brandless t-shirt that makes my neck itch, and a pair of jeans that have a rip in the knee. I want to fit in. I don't want anything that screams LookatmeI'mabnormal.

I don't say anything. I haven't said anything since Mom dropped me off. I have changed. I am not the same as I was last year.

I wonder where Zack is. He knows I am different but he doesn't know why. He took off when we got here. High School does not intimidate my twin brother, but I do.

I watch them separate into their cliques: the Goths, the Jocks, the Cheerleaders, the Dorks-Who-Aren't-Dorky-Enough-To-Be-Nerds, the Nerds, the Nerds-Without-Glasses, the Geeks, the Brilliants, the Prisses, the Kids-With-Great-Hair, the Bullies, the Punks, the Emos, the Look-At-Me-I'm-A-Freaks, the Dancers, the Populars, the Kids-Who-Will-Dropout, the Druggies, the F Kids, the Writers-and-Artists, the Exchange Students, the Outcasts.

I am cliqueless. I am no one. I figure if I was in a clique I'd be an Outcast or a Look-At-Me-I'm-A-Freak. But I am too different to even belong in those groups.

I have no friends. I have nobody because I am no one.

Zack fits into the jocks. At least that is what I suspect. Only I don't know. He is a Freshman. He will have to work.

I will too.

But he will succeed.

I will not.

I am Freak.

I am Loser.

I am Nobody.

Author's Note: Review?

-Finn