I hated school. I hated every aspect of it. The classes, the work, the people. It all sucked. I had a limited amount of friends, if any at all. They all had their own friends, I was just lucky to find a seat in the cafeteria at lunch. They always said that being new to a school was good, remake yourself. I'm a shy person, not good at talking. They say to be yourself, but what if yourself sucks? I have this unwanted talent if repelling people, that included the teachers that were supposed to be helping you. I guess I just high school. I have been to many, and WhiteChapel High wasn't any better than the last ones.

I'm Julia, by the way. Julia Weston. There were really only three things that kept me from wanting to kill someone: WhiteChapel High had the best library in the county. I consider myself to be a silent genius. I love to read- at least you can predict what will happen, and the characters won't talk back at you. The second reason is that my dad agreed to let me pick out any car I wanted when I get my license, if I do well in school (and this school is fairly easy). My final reason? The boys here. I'm not one much for expressing my feelings, especially about those who I like, but I've got my eye out for Benny. Benny Weir. He is in the locker on my left, so I see him every day pretty much. I know what you're thinking, Oh you guys mist be best friends. No. I wish. As I said before, I'm not good at talking to people, especially if I like them. I think I have said a total of 2 words to him al year: thank you. He picked up my math homework off the ground when I dropped it opening my locker. He smiled when he said that he was welcome, then went on his way. I think that's when I started to fall for him. He doesn't even have to try- I love everything about this boy. I just wished that I could talk to him.

When I got to my locker this morning, he was just leaving. I sighed and opened my locker, watching him go over and talk to his friend, Ethan-something. I hated how I didn't really know anyone here. Just Benny Weir got my full attention, and I bothered to know both his first and last name. As I stood up, a small blonde-haired boy rushed past me. He knocked into my right arm, hurting it greatly, but I didn't say anything. I was used to it. But this little blonde kid did something I've never seen before. He stopped in his tracks, turned around and faced me. He put his hand on my arm where he ran into me and made a big deal in apologizing. "I'm fine," I kept telling him. He wouldn't stop talking. I was feeling uncomfortable. I really hated people touching me. I shrugged off his hand and took a step back. "Seriously, man, I'm fine. I'm used to it," and with that, I turned, leaving the sorry-looking blonde kid behind. Little did I know that he was friends with Benny.

I went to English- one of my least favorite just because if the people there. They were all idiots. And we always had partner projects, where we picked our partner- my least favorite thing. That Ethan guy was in my English class. I kept wishing I could be a part of their group, or any group for that matter. I just wanted to be accepted. English closed up and I walked into the hallway. Yet again, I ran into a person. I was used to it and kept walking. I felt a hand on my elbow, stopping me. I froze and turned, looking down at a short, but very pretty, senior girl. She's the one I ran into. She just looked me in the eyes, then randomly asked, "Are you okay?" I shrugged her off, saying I was fine. She put her hand on my shoulder, making me tense. Why was she touching me? "No, no you're not okay," she told me. I felt puzzled. "Tell me what's wrong…" she continued. After some arguing and bell ringing, she led me into the bathroom, where I just spilled stories of my past, and other things I can't remember. I found her name was Sarah. Sarah… Wasn't she, wasn't she friends with that Ethan kid? And that Ethan kid was friends with Benny! Small world. But… Why did she randomly stop me in the hallway? And how did she know that there was something wrong? WhiteChapel just seems to be getting weirder and weirder, no matter how much I try to block out…

…to be continued…