Here is the first chapter! I hope you will like it! I know that HSM is not that popular anymore, but I couldn't help myself. I just had to make a story because I was having so many ideas and a mess in my head. I really hope you like it and please, give me some reviews so I know whether I should continue or just give it up. Thanks so much! Enjoy. :D

Dear Diary,

Is that how you start? That sounds so stupid. I promise I'll never use that again. Anyways, the reason I'm starting to write a "diary" at the age of 23 is because there is a lot of stuff happening in my life… Well, a lot of shit happened already, but it's not getting any better. I thought I'll just write it down… Just in case I forget or something. That's a stupid reason, but I really need to express myself somehow and since nobody wants to listen to me, all I have left is a pen and this huge notebook.
Anyhow, back to my depressing life. It all started when I was in high school… Actually in kindergarten, but I don't wanna waste my time writing about my early childhood, primary and middle school. Those where the embarrassing times for all of us, I'm sure. So as I was saying, all my recent problems started when I was in high school. I remember that day as it was yesterday…

It was around 8 a.m. I was waiting for my brother Tony and my dad to come home. It was supposed to be my first day in high school so I was super nervous. I loved school, but I wasn't looking forward to going to high school. I mean, I the only people I knew were the ones I went to middle school with, but I never talked to them anyway. My best friend decided to move and she left me all alone… All I knew was that I wasn't going to be bullied or anything, because my brother was a junior, he was one of the most popular kids at school, he was in the basketball team and he was one of the best. Plus, my dad was the basketball coach, so I was going to be OK.

Since I lost all the hopes for any social life, I decided to study as hard as possible and get the best grades. It wasn't hard for me; I always was the best student. Straight As all the time. I was hoping that if I focus on school the school year will just pass faster. That was the only bright side of all that what was going to come later…

Anyways, I was sitting there, looking through my Facebook news feed. That got me even more nervous. All the "cool" girls from my middle school were writing about how excited they were for high school and how they couldn't wait to start being a high school student. It was funny though, because I was 80% sure most of them would fail the first year. They were all so stupid, I almost felt sorry for them.

"Taylor! Your father is here!" My mom called me from downstairs.

"Comin'!" I answered and turned my computer off. It took it about 10 minutes to turn off completely.
So what I did was I clicked on 'shut down' and left it there. It would turn off eventually. My new school year resolution was to earn some money somehow so I could buy a new one. The old one was getting on my nerves.

I grabbed my hoodie, put it on and looked at myself in the mirror just in case my hair looked like a crazy person's. It happens sometimes when I get it done like one hour before I go out. Fortunately, my hair looked fine. I always put it in a ponytail because I'm only going to school, don't need to look like a diva. Plus, a ponytail took me just a second and I really didn't feel like dealing with my hair in the morning and it wasn't worth it at all. I ran down the stairs into the dining room. Oh yeah, my dad was there and so was my brother. But my bro decided to bring his dear friend with him, Chad. I said 'dear' because they knew each other since they were 5. Actually, my brother was 7 and Chad was 5 but you get my point. Long as hell. Chad lived in the house right next to ours. He and his mom moved here after his parents divorced. As I said, he was 5 then and so was I. The week after they moved in, my parents decided to be some great sitcom neighbors and greet them. They did it only because all the other neighbors hated us. It was because of Tony, he was a huge troublemaker back then, he would break their windows and stuff. But of course he didn't mean it. He was just that type of a kid, he loved making mess. Anyways, Tony and Chad immediately became friends. They were really alike. They loved to annoy me. Once they even tied me to the chair up in the tree house and left me there for hours. My dad found me and he was really pissed. But that didn't stop them from annoying me. They did it anyways. Plus, you might wanna remember Chad's name for later. Just sayin'.

"You ready to go baby?" my dad asked. He always called me baby. I was his freakin' favorite, that's why my brother and sister went nuts. And I kinda hated that…

"Yeah, of course." I said.

"Of course she is, she can't wait to go to school. You might as well give her a sleeping-bag." my brother said laughing. Chad just smiled. I could hear my sister laughing her head off in the living room.

"Shut up!" I punched him on the arm.

"Hey, what's wrong with you two?" my mom interrupted us. "Taylor, you should be happy that you are starting a new chapter in your life and you Tony, as her big brother, should support her."

Support my ass, I thought. "Yeah, of course mom! I will support her, alright!" Tony said. Then he put his arm around my neck and started messing up my hair.

"Stop!" I screamed and pushed him away. God, was he annoying. "Just leave me alone!" I started fixing my hair.

"Anthony." my dad gave him the look, and when my dad gave you the 'look' you knew that you had to stop.

"Sorry." Tony said. Though he didn't mean it. He just gave me one of his evil smiles. "I was just trying to show her what high school is like. Especially to nerds." He looked over at Chad to see whether he was laughing. But he just stood there.

"I'm sorry man, but no." he said and looked at me. I looked right away. I hated awkward eye contact.

Then all of the sudden my big sister came out of the living room, wearing some baggy T-Shirt and sweatpants. The only thing I can say about her is that we are not alike… AT ALL. That usually made me think either one of us is adopted. I mean, we did look kinda similar, but our personalities were totally different. She was 7 years older than me, she was a girly girl (wearing all that make up and slutty clothes) and she did TERRIBLE in school. She was usually suspended for misbehaving, disobeying the school rules and stuff like that. Once they wanted to expel her, but since my dad worked at that school, they changed their minds. So yeah, she was 23 and she was still living with her parents. Reasons? What she told mom and dad was that she looked really hard but she couldn't find a good job. The truth was that she was lazy and my parents knew that very well.

"Shut up!" she walked up to Tony and slapped him on the back of his head. "Don't make her nervous. She'll find everything out soon." she looked at me with an evil smile. Damn, I must have been adopted for sure.

"Thanks I guess." I walked up to the door and opened it. "Let's go, we'll be late." I said to my dad.

"She's right, you better get going." my mom agreed. She walked up to me and hugged me. "Have fun" she smiled. I just smiled back.

"Yeah, let's go." Tony nudged Chad and they went out of the house. It was only me, Mom, Dad and Destiny, my sister.

"God, I'm so happy I'm done with high school already" she said and she leaned against the wall.

"We all are." Dad looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, 'cause I got the joke.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Destiny asked kind of offended.

"Nothing honey, don't worry about it." he kissed the top of her head and we went out of the house. The guys were waiting outside, near my dad's car.

"What are you waiting for, get it." my dad said.

"Yeah dad, you see… I'm a junior now, I don't want everybody to see me getting out of my daddy's car." Tony said.

"Hmmm." my dad thought for a moment. "Ok then, you go and Chad will come with us.

"Ummm… It's OK coach, I'll go with Tony." Chad smiled.

My dad sighed. "OK, you two go and Taylor will go with me. We'll see each other at school." he said kind of disappointed.

"Sorry pops." Tony patted Dad on the back and the boys started walking towards the school.

When we were already in the car, driving to school, I could feel my stomach going crazy. It felt like someone took my guts and started tying them in bows. Yeah, it was that bad.

"Are you OK baby?" Dad looked at me when we stopped at the red light.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. It was obvious I wasn't, 'cause when I spoke, my voice cracked a bit.

"Hey look, I know it's really stressful for you, but don't worry. You'll walk in there and meet your new teachers and probably some new friends too." he smiled. That wasn't helping at all. And I was 98% sure he just gave me the same speech as he gave me on my first day in primary school. Oh no, it was getting worse.

"I know it will be hard to adjust, but you know some kids from before right?" he asked. Oh yeah, I couldn't wait to see those bitches again. "Plus, your brother is there so you can ask him where the class is when you get lost." Oh yeah, my brother. He was going to carry me to the class for sure. "And the most important" he continued. "I will be there. You can come and see me anytime." he smiled again. Yeah, everybody will think I'm a daddy's girl. That was going to get me tons of friends for sure.

"Yeah daddy, I know that." I said. I think I did a small, fake smile. Though I'm not sure. I was too sick to remember. Finally, we pulled up in front of the school. It was a huge, modern building. I started to feel less sick, mainly because I was amazed by its size. Don't worry though; I got my sickness right back when I saw how many people were there. In front of the school, on the stairs, on the sport courts, EVERYWHERE. I knew I wasn't going to survive a day there.

"Are you ready?" Dad asked me.

"Yeah…" I said quietly. I was still staring at the school.

"Come on, let's go." he got out of the car. I hesitated for a second, but got out also. It was too late to escape. We walked all the way through the square they had there to the door. I kept looking down. I knew that if I started staring at someone, I would get into trouble and I didn't need that at all. A few older guys ran up to us and greeted Dad. From what I heard, all the kids at school loved him. Especially the guys who were in the basketball team. I couldn't really tell if that was good or bad for me though. I guessed I was going to find out later on.

When we came into the school, my dad told me where I should go to get to my first class and he went to the gym. Yeah, he left me there all alone in the middle of the corridor. Fortunately no one was paying attention to me. There were so many people walking around, that I had to walk up to the wall, there were less people there. I decided to stand there for a moment and maybe search for my brother. There was no sign of him, obviously. I knew that was going to happen. I tried to calm down and not freak out completely. I just took out my schedule and looked at it. My first class was English in M16. I just had to find the room M16. That meant I had to push through the crowded hall and look through the other corridors. I stood on my tip toes (because I was short) and I started to look for a less crowded place. I found it. It was another corridor left from where I was standing. There was barely anyone there. I counted until 5 and I started pushing through people, saying 'excuse me' every second. Finally, I got out of the crowded area and started walking down the almost empty hall. When I looked at the numbers above the doors, it said D and the number. I decided to look at my schedule to see whether I had any classes there, just for the future reference. So while I was walking I was looking down at my schedule… and BAM! I bumped into someone. My schedule fell on the floor and so did the other person's books.

"I'm soooo sorry!" she started apologizing to me. She was my height and she had dark brown hair.

"No, it's OK. Don't worry." I said and I kneeled down to help her pick up her things.

"Thanks." she smiled, gathered all her books and we both got up. "I was just reading the book and I wasn't paying attention to the people around me. I'm sorry for bumping into you."

"No, it's really OK. Don't worry about it." I smiled and looked at the schedule. I recognized it wasn't mine, because mine had my name on it and this one didn't. "Hey, I think that's yours." I handed her the schedule.

"Hmmm." she looked at it. "Wait." she looked at the one she was holding and giggled. "I guess this one is yours." she gave me mine back.

"Thanks." I smiled and looked at mine. For a second I thought our schedules were the same. "Hey, can I have yours for a sec? Just to see something?"

"Sure." she gave me hers. I looked at them for a moment. They were exactly the same. "Guess what, we have the same schedules."

"Oh, that's so cool!" she smiled. "I'm Gabriella!" she pulled her hand out.

"Hey, I'm Taylor." I smiled and shook her hand. She seemed really nice. Plus, I wasn't going to walk around by myself anymore.

"Nice to meet you. Do you maybe know where M16 is?" she asked. " I'm totally lost."

"Well, I'd love to help you… But I don't know where it is either." I looked at her clueless.

"OK then let's go find it?" she smiled and we started looking for the class.

When we finally found it (I have no idea how we managed to do it though), we sat in the desk near the wall. The desks were kind of weird, they were big enough for 3 people to fit. There were also three chairs next to ours. That Gabriella girl sat on the edge, I sat next to her and the place next to me stayed empty. We just started talking about the school in general. She told me she just moved to our town a few weeks ago and stuff… Just a bunch of random stuff. I really enjoyed talking to her though. While we were talking, people kept coming into the class. Finally, the class was filled with other kids and the bell rang. I saw some girls from my middle school and some that lived on my street. Fortunately, they didn't like me so I didn't have to avoid talking to them, they would ignore me anyways.

It was really loud in the classroom. People were still talking about their summer and what they did. Everyone went quiet when the teacher came into the room. She looked very strict. She was quite tall… Well, taller than me, and she had that kind of bleached blond hair. She was wearing some sort of a suit for woman I guess and she had glasses. But not regular ones, the ones in those big, fat spectacle frames. Those made her look really pissed for some reason.

"Good morning!" she started speaking loudly. "My name is Anne Johnson and I will be your English and homeroom teacher. Before I start telling you about our school, I must remind you that you are in high school now. That means you are expected to show superior behavior at all times." she looked at us seriously. Then, someone knocked on the door. She looked at it surprised. "Yes?"

The door opened and Chad showed up. He was obviously late. To tell you the truth, that didn't surprise me at all. I went to primary and middle school with him and he would always be late. Though he always found a way to get away with it.

"I'm sorry I'm late." he closed the door and started walking towards the desks.

"Excuse me?" she looked at him shocked. He stopped walking and looked at her. "Young man, you are 5 minutes late. That is unacceptable, specially because it is your first and the most important period this year."

"Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry ma'am. I just got lost." he said like he didn't care at all.

She looked at him for a moment. "I hope that never happens again. I expect you to be on time for my class. Now sit down."

He sighed and looked at the class. He clearly had no idea where to sit. I kept looking at him until we caught an eye contact. He smiled and started walking towards our desk. I was hoping he wasn't going to sit next to us, but he did.

"Hey." he whispered to me.

"Hey. Why did you sit here?" I whispered back. I didn't mean to be rude, I just wanted to know.

"You're the only person I know in here." he whispered. We both were looking at the teacher. In case she looked at us, we would stop talking. That was an old habit that developed back in primary school and stayed pretty much forever.

"Oh really? Isn't that your ex girlfriend there?" I smiled a bit and pointed at one girl that was sitting near the window, across from us.

"Yeah, no shit." he whispered sarcastically. I giggled. I loved to make him feel uncomfortable. He would always react in a funny way.

"Be quiet now, I don't wanna get into trouble." I whispered kind of serious. He smiled and mouthed an exaggerated 'OK'. I had to tell him to stop, because once he started talking to me, he wouldn't stop. And I really don't know why. I guess he was just really talkative.

The whole day at school wasn't that bad. Probably because I made friends with Gabriella and I wasn't feeling that lonely anymore. I found out that we have a lot in common, we both liked reading, we both liked studying and we both enjoyed numbers. You have no idea what a relief it was to meet a person with the same interests as you on the first day of school. I was hoping we will become good friends soon.

So as you found out before, I had all my classes with Gabriella. Our schedules were identical. And of course we both didn't mind that at all. The only thing that bothered me… well, not really bothered but kind of surprised me was the fact that I had Science and Math with Chad too. Only the hard subjects, plus English. Last year I had Math with him and… he just sucked at it. He sucked at all the subjects that contain numbers and counting in general. I guessed I would witness him struggle with Chemistry and Physics this year. Poor guy. Though he wasn't stupid or anything, he was just really lazy.

That day we didn't have any serious classes. The teachers just did short introductions. Most of them really formally; their name, what we were going to do this year and what they require from us. The only teacher that was different was the Math teacher. She was really, really nice. She was smiling the whole time; when she came into the classroom, when she told us about her subject, when she asked us our names. Yeah, she was the only one who wanted to know our names. We also talked about our summer and what we did then. Not everybody wanted to share their summer with the whole class of course (and I was one of them), but other kids went to Florida or California to visit their families or some even went to Europe. It was really interesting. The teacher seemed to actually care about us a bit. She was terrific. I loved Math and the fact that we got a nice Math teacher made me happy.

Taylor M.