Ok I was bored. Get over it.

Disclamer: I don't own it. Tear tear.

Summary: What would happen if PCA burnt down? If the gang had to go to different schools across the country? This is from Dana's point of view. She went to a small school in New York's countryside. Read and Review.

Oh my god... this can't be happening. I thought as I walked up to the bus. I have to ride a bus to this freakin school. I don't even know anyone. What if they all hate me.

I tried to push those thoughts from my head as I climbed the bus steps. The lady I was staying with Miss Laurson waved as the bus pulled away from her house. I looked around at the people staring. It was bad enough PCA burnt down in the middle of the year, but now I had to go to some school with people I didn't even know. I sat down in the middle of the bus. I fell asleep since it was early in the morning.

The bus came to a stop as I sat up. People started getting off. I followed them into the big school. We walked in and I looked at the paper they had sent to me. Locker 28 Main Hall. Combination: 8-35-17. See office for help. I looked for the locker. 25...26...27...28 there it is. I spun the dial. After three tries it opened. God. I thought as I looked in. Empty. I took off my coat and put it and my backpack inside. Taped to the door was a note. It said: Dana Cruz... this is your new locker. Place your things inside and go to homeroom. Your schudule is in this envelope. Good Luck. I looked at the schudule: Homeroom: Mrs. Shara Room 109 Great another room to find. I took off looking for a room number close to 109. 134...135. I'm going the wrong way. I spun around and bumped into a boy.

" Sorry." He said.

" No it was my fault. I'm new and not exactly sure where to go." I said. Hey this boy is cute. Cuter than logan? My head asked. Oh yea.

" Oh what room is it?" The boy asked.

" Um. 109" I said after glancing at the paper in my hand.

" Really? That's my homeroom too. I'll show you where it is." He said smiling.

" Thanks. Oh my name's Dana. Dana Cruz." I told him as I smiled back. Logan is so out of the picture.

" Brad.. Brad Bartlett." He said and starting walking.

I followed him down the hall. He walked quickly and swerved around people. I did the same. We finally got to the room.

" Here you are. I've gotta go. See you later." He said and walked away.

"Bye thanks." I said. He waved and disappeared.

I walked into the room. First thing this girl gave me a glare. What's her problem? I thought. I sat down in the back of the room near the door. After a few minutes another girl walked in. She looked at me and smiled. She sat down next to me.

" Hi I'm Leah." She said. " You must be the new girl."

" Yea, I'm Dana." I said. She looked like she was the popular type. Blue mini skirt, Orange tank top, long blond hair. Typical popular girl.

"Well can I see your schudule? I want to see if I have class with you." She said.

I handed her my paper. She looked it over.

" Cool, every class but Typing and Math." She said.

"Great." I said bored.

RING! RING! RINGGGGGGGGGGG!

"That's the bell. Come on I'll show you where History is." She said as she drug me out of the room.

"Here we are. History class." "Thanks. I'm gonna go ask the teacher for a book."

"Um excuse me. I'm new and I need a book." I said to the lady at the desk.

"Oh you must be Dana. Here you go. You can take a seat anywhere." She said. " I'm Mrs. Carmon. The history teacher."

" Great Thanks." I said and walked over to Leah. She was in the middle of the room. I sat down in the seat next to her.

I looked around and I saw Brad. Cool I thought. He saw me too and came over.

" Hey Leah, Hey Dana." He said. He remembered my name.

" Hey Brad. How did you meet Dana?" Leah asked in her New York accent.( Yes people in NY have accents...I've been there)

"Oh we met in the hall this morning. I showed her to homeroom. I'll see you guys later."

"Bye" Both Leah and I said.

" You are so lucky. Brad is like every girls dream guy. I think he likes you." Leah said.

" Ok, but I don't think he likes me." I said smiling.

" Whatever." She said.

Just then the teacher started talking.

A/N: How is it? I don't own Dana or Logan, but I do own Leah and Brad. I also made up the teacher, lady Dana lives with and all classroom numbers and people from here on out. Review.