A/N: Top reasons I'm writing a Drillbit Taylor fanfiction as my first story:

1. I noticed that there were little to NO fanfics for Drillbit Taylor (at least none that weren't slash).

2. It's a pretty good film in my opinion, and deserves more love.

3. AND after reading countless fanfictions myself, I thought I'd contribute.

3.2 ALSO, I'm not very good at writing 'lovey dovey' stories, though I'll admit I do like them. So after reading a few *cough*hundred*cough* romance fanfics I thought: 'Well shoot! I could do that and better!'

Granted, my confidence slowly dwindled as I wrote the story, but I'm not a quitter! ('-')/

Please note that this story is already finished, I just have to post. Updates will be once a week, and will (eventually) differ between Maggie and Terry/Filkin's point of view.

No, I'm not the best writer in the world, but hopefully it's competent. Enjoy ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Drillbit Taylor.

Chapter 1: Arrival ~

The bus ride was long and bumpy as Maggie Lovelace waited to arrive at her new school. Her parents had moved across town. For what reason, she had no idea. All she knew was that they had moved to the suburbs, and now she had to attend a new school.

It was a nice place, or so she had heard.

Maggie stared out her window, observing a flock of birds fleeing a tree. 'At least we moved before the school year started,' She thought to herself. Looking away from the birds, she turned her attention towards the road, watching as the yellow paint streaks flew by in a continuous line.

As she stared mindlessly at the blurred pavement, she became lost in thought.

Ha, mindless! In thought! ...Er, never mind.

With nothing else to do, she thought about people (her parents in particular), her new house, her new school...her new everything, really, and compared her 'old' life with her 'new' one. As she weighed the various pros and cons of a new school, she came to the conclusion-

Bump.

Maggie was hurled a good 6 inches from her seat as the bus hit a rather deep crease in the road. Shouldn't buses have seatbelts? I mean, really, they're moving all these kids and their lives are in the driver's hands and there aren't really any seatbelts and if they got into a crash, then-

Wait.

She was getting off track. Where was she? Ah, yes.

As she weighed the pros and cons of a new school, Maggie came to the conclusion that-

Bump.

Gosh, did this place have to have so many potholes?! Anyway, she came to the conclusion that-

Bump.

URGH! The conclusion that-

Bump, bump.

That MAYBE a new school wouldn't be so bad after all-

BUMP.

Maggie jerked in her place as some retard behind her gave her seat a good kick. Jerk.

Now, where was she? Oh yeah. Never mind.

She couldn't help but stand and stare at the two long flights of stairs leading up to Mckinley High. But it wasn't because she was in 'awe' of how awesome it was. It certainly didn't look new. In fact, it looked...kind of run-down. In her opinion.

Her old school was better. Better looking, anyway. She couldn't say about the teachers or the cafeteria food. Yet.

Finally done with critisizing the cosmetics of her new high school, Maggie climbed the steps, walked inside, and made her way to the Principal's office to get settled in.

'Well that was painless,' she thought to herself. Maggie maneuvered around the sea of, dare she say, 'eager' students as she made her way to her locker. The Principal had been pretty nice. Accomodating, even. Heck, he was probably a great guy. A little snobbish in his looks, buy hey, you can't have everything.

Maggie paused, turning around to observe how far she had come, though with all the other students in the way it didn't make much difference. Principal Doppler had asked her if she needed help, but she had told him (rather confidently at the time) that she could find her locker on her own.

Now she wasn't so sure.

Just as she contemplated asking someone for help, the ocean of students parted like the Red Sea and gave her a clear view of her new locker. Finally! Moving closer, Maggie couldn't help but notice its color:

Blue.

Light blue. Light, happy, sky blue.

The lockers at her old school were red. Faded, dark, rusty, depressing red. This was definitely an improvement. As she finished putting her things away, Maggie closed her locker and stared at it for a minute.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe everything would be just fine. The students seemed nice, maybe she'd make a friend or two-

Maggie grunted as she was pushed into her locker by a couple of students.

Never mind.

A/N: You can probably guess who the two 'students' are :P I wish I could say that this is my first story (well, it is on Fanfiction) but, it's not :/ It's actually my second, the first was for Naruto. Though I wrote it so long ago that it's pretty much a laughable piece of decroded crap, so I'm not even going to BOTHER posting that thing.

Maggie, of course, is an OC, and if you're curious as to what she looks like, you can do this:

art-gem. deviantart /art/Coloring-experimentation-363706546

Copy the above link, paste it into the address bar, and put '.com' right after the 'deviantart' part. Oh, and delete the spaces.

This chapter is equal to one page in Microsoft Word, and it's pretty short, I'll admit. But it IS the shortest chapter in the ENTIRE STORY, so don't you worry about that, dear reader.

I pride myself on proper spelling and I proofread this baby 3 times, so if you find any, ANY kind of typo, you let me know and I'll zap that thing :D

Until next week :)