Disclaimer: Okay, so maybe I don't own the brilliant Sammy Keyes series, that belongs to the also brilliant Wendy Van Draanen. Kudos Wendy.

Chapter One -- New Friends

"Sammy!!! I can't belive you're not totally excited! It's Grade 8! It's like a right of passage, you need grade 8, you want Grade 8! It's going to be awesome!"

"Marissa, Grade 8 is going to be just like Grade 7, with more work," I stated.

"Whatever Sammy," Marissa pouted.

We walked up to the stairs to William Rose Junior High, and sat down, we we super early. Only one other person was there, a new girl, who was on her phone.

"Whatever, stay there, no one down here cares, stay as long as you need. Bye bye, Sky High," the girl said, into her phone.

The new girl had red hair, not from a bottle, like Heathers, but natural, like orange-y, brown-y, redd-y hair. She was really pretty. She was wearing a shirt thas said 'New York City' in big letters.

"You're new here?" Marissa asked her.

"Me?" she said, pointing to herself, "Yeah I am."

"Where are you from?"

Heather and her cronies, Tenille snd Monet, and bumped into the new girl.

"Watch where your going!" she screamed, she blushed and pointed to her shirt "New York City"

Just then Heather walked back up to her, "You, can't talk to me like that."

She just laughed "If I were you, I wouldn't be talking to me like that beause, I, could smear that face paint all over the walls of that school right there. Trust me I don't play."

Heather was shocked and dumbfounded, she just scoffed and walked away mumbling.

"Hey, was she bothering you?" a familiar voice spoke over my shoulder.

"Me? Well yeah, thanks, but I don't really need your concern."

"Well, I would think I could help, she's my sister," Casey Acosta said.

"Oh, but still I'm okay."

"Did you just move here?" Casey asked.

"Uhh... Yeah, I did. I'm living in Sisquane now."

"Oh! I thought it was you. Your're in 2845, right, I live like next door."

She gasped "Oh!! You're, like, that creepy stalker boy who was staring? Oh, wait did I just say that out loud? Sorry." she laughed.

"No problem, but I'd better be getting off to school now."

"You don't go here?"

"Hate to break it to ya," Heather said "But he goes to the HIGH SCHOOL, narc."

"How am I a narc, you don't even know me! So shut the hell up. Dejesus Cristo."

"What?"

"Would you like me to spell it out for you? J-E-S-U-S C-H-R-I-S-T, but anyway, whay are you talking to me. I mean, i don't know you, and I already hate you, isn't that weird, or does this just happen often?" Heather stormed into the building, raging.