It's been two weeks and I still don't get this town or school. It's always non-stop action. It's a type of crazy madness. Kid's here are always doings something or going somewhere. I just got here and don't do anything close to what these people do. I hang with my step sister a lot, or I used to until she joined the cheerleading squad. She has been trying so hard to make me join the basketball team, but it's useless. I saw their practice a couple days ago. It was so intense and I'm nowhere near that level.

"Ash come on. It will be good for you."

"No, Kyla. I don't want to play. You didn't see what happened last time."Kyla got quite. I guess the way I drifted off my words gave her the hint. We walked in silence for a few minutes.

"Please, Ash, It will be good for you and me to see you do something you love."

"I'll think about it, but I'm not promising anything."She gives me a hug that could kill. "Kyla, too hard."

"Sorry… sorry." She gives me a concerned look, "oh I have to get to class early. Really cute boy."

"Then go. I'll see you later." It's been two weeks and she has everything figured out about this crazy town and the way everything works around here. I place my head phones in my ears and place my iPod on shuffle. I look up from the screen and see the Carlin brothers. I may have only been here two weeks but if there was anything I had learned it was that they were the most popular kids in school and you mess with one you mess with them all. The oldest is Glen. He is tall, not the best looking, but cute, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He is King High's basketball and soccer star. Then Clay is all about the academics and grades. He is also adopted and he is bald, but it suits him very well. The youngest is Spencer. She is about my height, long blonde hair, baby blue eyes and a smile to kill .She is the soccer, track, and basketball star as well as good grades. Their parents are no different. Their mom is a well respected and successful surgeon and their father has never lost a case as a lawyer. 'Bang'

"Ouch. Shit." Yeah I just walked straight into a locker door.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah… um I'm good. Just zoned out a little bit."

"A little bit?" The other girl laughs a little.

"Yeah, I guess I zoned out really badly huh."

"Just a tad," We both laugh. "I'm Spencer Carlin"

"I'm Ashley Davis"

"Are you new here?"

"Yeah, me and my step sister just moved here from Ohio a few weeks ago."

"That's cool. Who is your sister?"

"Kyla Woods."

"That's your sister?"
"Yeah. Is that bad or something?"

"She's a good cheerleader. They say she could take over Madison's head cheerleading position. You might want to watch yourself."

"Thanks for the warning but, no one here knows I exist. I think I'm safe for now."She smiles a little bit.

"Do you play any sports or do any clubs?"

"I used to, but not now."

"What did you play?"She likes to ask question but, I guess that's why she is so smart.

"Basketball. That's it."

"Why did you quit?"

"Just some family this came up."

"Oh. That sucks. Ever think about playing again?"

"Kyla wants me to try out I just don't know if I'm good enough."

"Well you should. You never know and we could use some new people and talent."

"I'll think about it. But I need to get to class."

"Alright see ya Ashley."

"Bye Spencer."

I place my head phones in my ears and walk to class. Mere inches from the door and the bell rings."Late again Davis." I just sit in my seat and stare out the window. "Homework Davis?"

"What?"

"Your homework. You've been her two weeks and you have done nothing in my class."

"So what? Less work for you, less work for me. It's my grade not yours."

"Outside."

I grab my book bag and go sit in the desk outside. It's become my second set basically. I set my bag on the ground next to me and I begin to scribble down a few words and some random pictures onto some paper, listening to music and enjoying my own thoughts.

"What are you doing?"

"Say what?" I look up and see Kyla standing in front of me. Great.

"Why aren't you in class?"I take out my ear buds and give her a glare.

"Because mom, I was late and I didn't have my homework." I get ready to her Kyla scream. She doesn't like me calling her mom.

"Why were you late? You said you did your homework last night. You lied to me."

"I was talking to someone after you left."

"Wait you found a friend? You know I'm worried about you not being sociable."

"Yes, I know you are but, no, not a friend. I ran into a locker and she asked if I was okay. Why aren't you in class?"

"I'm running some letters around for my teacher. Who was it?"

"It was no one."

"Ashley… Oh. Kyla," the teacher came out of the class to talk to me, "Ashley why can't you be more like Kyla? She is bright, smart and active in school."

"Maybe, 'cause I'm not her."

"Well… actually," Kyla started and I do not like where this is heading,"Ashley is going to try out for the basketball team."

"Wait. What?"

"Oh really now. It's about time you do something with your life Ashley. I'll be there after school at practice. Can't wait to see you there." The teacher walked back into the class room and shut the door. Kyla was watching her and could tell I was already giving her the worst death stare I could manage.