"Welcome aboard," said Moseby, as he welcomed us to the giant cruise ship. I had just stepped aboard the S.S. Tipton.

I was going on a cruise! Why, U ask?

Oh, well it starts like this. My names is Tabitha McGregory, better known as Tabby. I have bright red hair and I'm very tall, almost 5 foot 9. People adore me. I have that charming popular-girl type of attitude. I can do anything, and get away with it. My dad is strict, and my mom is lenient, so I have those parents every girl wants. Usually my dad isn't home, he's away on work, and I can do anything.

But when he is home, Life becomes very hard. He wants me to get straight-A's, while I am a straight-D student, My mom says "as long as your trying." My dad finally got fed up with me, and said that I needed to go somewhere. He suggested a military boot camp in Texas, for delinquents, but my mom suggested this "Life at Sea" program. Apparently, based on the website and reviews, they offered "Great Academics for Poor-students and troublemakers, and new experiences to actually learn history from the actual location." My dad fell for it right away, of course.

So here I am, of course. I'm here, waiting to here the rest of this tour.

Moseby was a short, African American man. Boy, was he short. And not very happy, for a sailor. He wore a bright yellow blazer, and a green tie, that had little sailboats on it. His socks matched his blazer, and they went over his knees, right under his khaki sailor shorts. He wore black loafers, and looked... strange. The rest of the crew we're blue button down tees, with white collars, tucked in to khaki or red pants. Some had green shirts. Others white. But those seemed to be the basic colors, blue, white, red, and green.

I stood in the center of the teenage students. I was probably the only wearing a tiny denim skirt and red high heels, with a white bikini top. I live in California, for Pete's sake, and this is my every day where. Most the girls we're dressed in bright colored dresses, or short shorts with floral tops, and a couple had bright sweaters on. The guys we're dressed in boardwalk shorts, basketball shoes or sandals, and plain tees. Some wore jerseys.

Nothing about this place appealed to me.

"Moseby," a voice called out. "Zack..."

"That's enough," turned around, a scowl on his face. A group of kids had approached him. To each there own. "What's going on here?"

A Chinese girl with long black extensions in her hair appeared. She wore rich clothes, a silk red shirt and black legends, with alligator heels that we're encrusted with jewels. Gold jewelry hung all over her body, and she must have been London Tipton.

Next to her was a pretty girl, with hair that matched her tan skin. She had cute bands, and wore a white pleated skirt and a pink plaid shirt, with cute brown cowgirl boots. She quickly introduced herself to the new comers. "I'm Bailey Picket, from Kansas. This is my roommate, London Tipton, and my boyfriend, Cody Martin."

Cody and Zack turned around. Cody had the nerdy boy charm, but Zack was plain cute. Woody, a boy with curly hair, continued to babble on about no one liking him, and a teacher followed behind.

"Moseby, I demand you do something about these kids."

"Yai,Yai,Yai," Moseby mocked. "Please go to your dorm rooms."

I looked down at the white paper that had been giving to me. It mentioned, directly on the top, "Welcome aboard the S.S. Tipton. You will be rooming in 3A, with Bailey Picket, and London Tipton. Find yourself some fun."

Apparently, I had been assigned to Tutwielers class, and we were studying the ancient Mayans. I groaned. I'd be the only newcomer in my dorm. I sighed, picked up my white Gucci, and headed towards the room.

"Stop it London," Bailey screeched. Yes, she screeched. Her voice was annoying. God, Why me? "But I need more room for my clothes, and it's not like these are of any use," She held up a cheap, dark red skirt. "Where did you get it?"

"My grandma made that," Bailey screeched back, snatching it from London.

"Hi? Apparently you didn't notice the new bed, or the new people?," I said bluntly.

"Hi," London waved back. "Please tell her this skirt is ugly." Bailey groaned, and I reached across to pick up the skirt.

"It looks like a table cloth," I told her. Bailey's mouth formed into a "O" has London snorted. "Told you"

I picked up the red suitcase that had been rolled in, along with the two pink bags, and my Ocean City blue backpack. (I have a grandma that lives there, We visit occasionally). I opened the suitcase and pulled out a dark red pair of skinny jeans.

"These are what you wear if your gonna be wearing red," I told her, slipping my skirt off and these on. I pulled the red heels on, pulled my black stilettos out, and through a white, destroyed t-shirt over my bikini.

"I guarantee you'll be Zack's type."

London groaned. I giggled. "Or Cody's."

And I left the room, with a slam of a door.