Christine Daae glanced down at her class schedule and then back up at the rooms to make sure she was going in the right direction. It was her first day of high school in a new town.

Meg Giry walked quickly to her next period class. This was her sophomore year here and she knew the school pretty well, even though none of her friends were in any of her classes so far.

"Oh sorry!" Meg said quickly.

"Sorry." Christine apologized quickly. Meg saw that she was lost and still had some time to kill before her next class, she ran after the girl with curly brunette hair.

"Hey, wait!" Meg called, running after Christine. "What's your name?"

"Christine Daae." Christine fidgeted with the edges of her brown Louis Vuttion purse's straps.

"I'm Meg Giry, are you a freshman?"

Christine shook her head. "I just moved here a few days ago."

"Well Christine, welcome to South Regional High. Do you need help getting to class?"

"Yes!" She smiled. "Are you in ninth too?"

"Tenth." Meg replied as she looked at Christine's schedule. "The 400 wing is down this way, the way you were headed is the long way. Come on and I'll show you a shortcut."

Christine followed Meg and noticed either she was saying hi to every other person in the hallway, or they were saying hi to her. "You're really popular."

"Yeah, I'm in one of the higher up cliques."

Christine remembered her mother warning her about cliques, how some will go and talk behind your back, and act like they're your friends. Christine now wondered what kind of person this Meg Giry was. Not only was she a tenth grader, she was also in a clique.

"Here we are 404B!" Meg smiled at Christine, who forced a small smile in return.

"Thank you Meg."

"Hey one other question, what period do you have lunch?"

"Uh," Christine looked down at her schedule. "Fifth."

"Next period? Cool! I'll see you there." Meg said quickly, waved goodbye and walked to her class. Christine walked into the classroom and took a seat in one of the middle aisles. She looked around quietly at the other students, either talking or looking around at each other, looking for someone to talk to. A boy with half a mask and glowing green-blue eyes took a seat next to her. She tried not to stare, but found herself looking at him every five minutes.

"You new here?" He finally asked.

"Yeah, I moved here from New Jersey a few days ago. I'm Christine Daae."

"I'm Erik, Erik Docson." The boy studdered. She's beautiful.

Christine smiled as she doodled on her notebook. Erik saw she was a really good artist, even if they were just random doodles of cats and dogs.

"That's pretty good, who taught you how to draw?" Erik pointed out.

"Taught myself."

"So you're new here, can I see your schedule?"

Christine dug around in her purse for a good five minutes before realizing the paper was in her notebook.