A/N: Hey reader! So I know I haven't written much fanfics in a while, but hear me out about this one I'm about to start. I was pondering about what kind of story I would want to write, and it hit me! I decided I wanted to write a love story, but not some cheesy and corny pathetic excuse piece of work, so I decided that I would write it out as a fanfic and see how my readers would react. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy it!

My mom always told me there were two kinds of people in the world. People who accepted that they were crazy and the ones who wouldn't dare, and someday, I would have to choose who I was. I never decided where I belonged, but I knew that someday I would figure it out. After her funeral, I would repeat those words in my head pondering which category she would fall in. She never told me. Then again, my mom would say this to a five year old clueless boy who knew nothing about the cruelty of this pathetic excuse of a life we live.

And here I am now, twelve years later, getting ready for a new "life" (as they call it when you move to a new school in a new town in a new state) that I honestly don't want to live at all.

I moved here to Seaford about a week after my mom's funeral. My dad was the only other person who was willing to take me in. Everyone else thought that I was going to be insane just like her, but to be honest I'm not. I'm perfectly normal. Dad and I never really had the "father-and-son" relationship that most guys have with their dad. We have a "I won't bug you if you don't bug me" kind of relationship, but I'm honestly fine with that.

As we drive up to the front of the school, I calculate how many days I have left in the hell I live in. 200 more days. I quickly get out of the car after giving my dad a quiet goodbye, and make my way through the courtyard.

"Hey newbie!" a voice calls. I'm not sure if the voice was meant for me, but considering Seaford High is insanely tiny, it must be me. I turn to see a tall Latino kid walking my way with a huge smile plastered on his face. Walking with him is a small and lean girl with long and wavy light brown hair. She catches my eye instantly.

The Latino kid drapes his arm around my shoulder and continues with his goofy smile. "The names Jerry," he introduces and gestures to himself. "And this is Sloane," he points to the little brunette. Sloane extends her hand out to me. I take it and shake.

"And you are?" she asks with a smile. Her smile is different from Jerry's. It doesn't seem as forced. It seems natural as her warm brown eyes light up.

"Jack," Is the only word I'm able to speak. I'm lost in her eyes. She obviously can read my expression and lets out a laugh that sounds almost like delicate bells. It's music to my ears.

The rest of the day, Sloane and Jerry help me get to my classes and introduce me to new people. When lunch comes around, I'm lost. I make my way through the lunch line and look around for an empty seat which I do eventually, but this table is a little strange. The round table is completely empty except for one person sitting by herself with her head bent.

Her honey blonde hair cascades down like a waterfall. I can't see her face at all. I'm about to walk over and set my tray down next to her, but I feel a hand grip my shoulder. "You don't want to sit there, man," Jerry says with caution in his eyes. I look past him to see Sloane and her friends watching us. By the looks on their faces, I know that I should stray away from the blonde. I nod and walk to Jerry and Sloane's table.

"So what's her story?" I nod over to the small blonde. Sloane instantly looks down at her tray and nudge Jerry with her elbow. He sighs and and leans forward so I'm the only one who can hear.

"Her name's Kim Crawford," he explains "Her family's been in Seaford for a while now, but she's the only Crawford that the town has ever seen. She doesn't like to be noticed and people say she's a little- you know," he makes circles with his finger next to head to indicate that she is crazy. I glance back at Kim. She reads an overly-large book as she take small bites of her hamburger. Her eyes flicker up to meet mine for a split second before retreating back to her book. A barely visible but small smile creeps up her face.

After school, I find myself sitting on the school bleachers with Sloane and Jerry watching the poor excuse of a football team practice. Sloane props herself up on her elbows and leans her head back towards the sky. Her eyes are closed as the cool Autumn breeze flows through her hair. I can't help but smile.

"Two hundred day left," she practically whispers. My ears perk up at this.

"What?" I question.

"Sloane's counting down the days until graduation," Jerry explains. "We have exactly two hundred days left." I guess I wasn't the only one counting down. Two hundred days. That feels so far away, but it isn't. 200 hundred days until I can leave for good.

I look around the field and take in the scene. Other than the football team flailing around for the ball, it's almost peaceful. Sloane sits up and checks her watch on her tiny wrist.

"Gotta bounce!" she says and stands up. After grabbing her bag, she stands up and hops down the bleachers. I watch her every move. Even with the loud bangs of her feet hitting the cold metal, she still looks graceful.

Jerry stretches his arms back and takes in a breath of the Autumn air. "Do you need a ride?" he asks as he turns to me. At first, I don't understand what he's talking about. "A ride home, man." he laughs causing me to laugh with him. We walk out of the stadium into the parking lot towards his car.

When we get to my dad's house, (I still don't consider it home) I give Jerry a quick wave and step out. He speeds off and I can't help but laugh. It's amazing how fast he drives, but he's never been in an accident. As I turn on my heel to the front steps, I notice a figure walking down the sidewalk. It's a girl. A girl with long, messy, blonde hair. It's Kim Crawford. She's tiny. Very tiny. I have almost a foot on her. Her head is bent and her back is hunched over from the books that are weighing her down.

A selfless instinct hits me, but I quickly shut it down and walk into the house.

A/N: So there's chapter 1! It's not as good as it could be, but oh well! Please review!