In Midnights and Cups of coffee

Author's notes: So I'll be the first to say it, this chapter isn't that exciting, but it will get a lot better. Hope you like it, next chapter will be coming soon. This is from Mark's POV for now. I might switch it to Roger's at one point… I'm not sure yet. I wrote this a bit fast, if there are typos I'm very sorry.

I was sick, or at least I hoped I was, anything to keep me from getting up. There was a knot in my stomach that wouldn't seem to settle down. With some effort I opened my eyes and tried to make out all the shapes and shadows of my room as the early morning light started to creep in. I still wasn't use to my new room yet, though I guess it didn't look all that different then my old one. I suppose that once I get around to putting all my poster up it will look the same. But it was lacking in memories. In my old room I couldn't turn my head without thinking 'hey, that's where I sat when I read my favorite book,' or 'That's where I was when I wrote my first script'. This room was I blank slate; I had only been here for less then a week.

I reached out my hand and felt around the top on my bed side until I found my glasses. Putting them on I tried to sit up but failed horribly. Instead I just came crashing back on down to my bed. The knot was getting worst. No, that was it; I'm not getting up today. At that thought I could almost hear my mother screeching at me to get up. Not wanting to fight today I hulled myself up.

With every movement the knot seemed to get worst. I tried to tell myself that it was only nerves, and that they would soon go away. They didn't. I should be excited after all today was the first day school, or should I say the first day of my senior year. But no, instead I felt like I was going to puke. Last week I and my mother moved to Scarswick, a city about an hour drive away from my home town Scarsdale. But right now, no pun intended, I felt that I had been scared for life.

As I finally pick out the sweater I was going to wear, a brown one with a white strip across the chest. I tried to remember the little history I had with this place. I had some aunts and uncles down here that I visited every once in a while. I met my first girlfriend here. My heart sunk, I'd almost forgotten about Maureen. She was girlfriend, now my ex, I loved with all my heart. I remember I would drive up almost every weekend to see her. I was so happy a few months ago when I found out that we were moving. That I could see her everyday. But of course with my luck, she broke up with me about a week after that. All she said was that she found someone else and that we were over. I still don't think I'm over her. I now I'm stuck in a city where she is the only person I know.

In time I ran out of ways to stall me getting ready, and went down stairs for breakfast. I noticed mother had already left for work. I was alone. I made waffles and ate the silently, then packed my book bag as slowly as I could. I got my camera and after a short look in the mirror, headed out the door.

"September 7th, 8 a.m. eastern standard time…"

All around me there was nothing but people hugging and greeting each other asking how their summer had been. No one said two words to me. Whether this was a good or bad thing, I wasn't sure yet. "Scarswick High School" Was printed in huge letters above the front door. I entered them and looked around hopelessly. It was big, and every hallway seemed to be choked with people. I made my way to the office, where I was informed to go to A-108, now if I only knew where that was.

I found it about five minute after the bell rang. After being scolded by my homeroom teacher I took my seat by the door, alone again. I didn't really know what to expect from this school, but I had my camera at the ready to catch it all if need be.

"Hey, Jill did you hear?" I heard a girl a few desks over to my right say. I turned my camera to her. "The new Drama teacher Miss Angel is a drag queen!"

"No!"

"Yes, I don't know why they would let anyone like that teach, is degusting. We shouldn't have people like that in a school."

"Hey, Freak!" Jill caught sight of me. "Stop filming us! Weirdo!" I put the camera down.

"Who's that loser?"

"I don't know, same new kid."

The rest of my day went on the same way. I felt like everyone was looking at me. And thats all they'd do, stair and whisper but said nothing to me. For a big school all the grads seemed to know each other. I didn't like these people, I decided that already. I did like my classes though. Media studies, first thing, a class where I could watch and make films. Journalism, more reason for me to use my camera. Art, a secret hobby of mind. And the not so interesting English and History after lunch.

Lunch. I hate lunch, or at least now I do. The cafeteria was hell. Everyone had a group, there own little group, but me. There I stood my tray in one hand my camera in the other.

"Whatcha filmin'!" A hulk of a man came crashing into me knocking both things out of my hands. My food was mess on the floor, but my camera was being held by the big moose. And he had friends, all baring football team jackets. Oh, joy, the jocks. "I knew there was a new child, be I didn't think he was a scrawny little rat like you."

"Nice one, Jim" Snickered one of his friends as Jim tossed my camera to him.

"Give that back!"

"Oh, do you want back?" He whipped it at me, hitting me square in the chest. I fell, they laughed and walked away. Everyone was looking at me again.

I examined my camera all of English to make sure it was okay. It was fine, I wasn't, it left quiet a large red mark. At the bell I run out, wanting not to be late for the sixth time today. Sadly for the sixth time today I had no clue where I was going. I thought I knew where I was when I saw Jim and his gorilla gang coming up the hall towards me. I, without thinking, started to run the other way. Looking for my class and trying to get away from them, I was going faster then I should have. I looked behind me as I turned a corner and Smack! I banged into someone. I fell backwards as both of our books littered the floor.

"Hey! Watch it!" Cried a deep male voice. It was the first thing anyone had said to me all day. I looked up and beheld the figure standing over me. He was tall, or at least taller then I was, and with bigger shoulders. He was wearing black jeans, and a grey shirt under a thick leather jacket. His hair was light brown, a sort of taffy color that went down to his shoulders. "What's wrong with you!" He bent down to pick up his books.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry-"

"Yeah, whatever." Once we had our stuff I got to my feet, he turned and started to walk away. I looked down at my time table and noticed that it was not the same. Where it should have said Mark Cohen, it read Roger Davis.

"Wait!"