Chapter 1 - The Background.

It was the first day of 7th grade for the graduating class of 2006, which seemed forever away. Summer Roberts sat in her English class her attention transfixed within her newest book "The Catcher in Rye," waiting for the bell to ring in 20 minutes. She felt like such a loner being at school on the first day of middle school, over 30 minutes early, but what else did she have to do? It literally took her 2.5 minutes to be ready for school in the morning, and she didn't have any friends. You see, Summer's mom left when she was young, and she became a tomboy. She never did he hair, or dressed in anything but baggy sweats and big sweatshirts with her hair in her face, so you couldn't see her. Her father tried his best to try and get her to come out of her shell, but he figured it was just a 10 year stage she'd been going through, so he just left her be, since she let him be.

"Hello, dear." A sweet voice came from the desk.

Summer raised her head up, and moved some of her hair from her face, and smiled at her teacher Mrs. Carter. "Hello."

"A little early sweetie?" Mrs. Carter was known as the best teacher in school.

"Well, I just love English." Summer ranted.

Mrs. Carter and Summer got into a discussion of books and different things they'd be doing that year until the bell rang at 8:10, and slowly but surely the rest of the going on 13 year olds came into the classroom like they were the coolest kids that had ever lived.

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Seth Cohen walked in the door, and Summer turned around, and watched his cute face as he smiled at his friends. She'd been crushing on him since the 4th grade, and used to even slip anonymous valentines into his box, each year. She knew that he'd never even once noticed her staring at him, easily because he never noticed her before. He had no clue who she was.

"Dude. We're having a back to school pool party at my house, so you've gotta be there." Jaime Hooper said.

Jaime was the most popular boy in school, and even though Seth didn't really call himself popular, that's who he hung out with. Jaime was his best friend, and they always hung out together.

"Haha, sweet. It should be pretty cool." Seth said, smiling, and sitting a row and a seat in front Summer.

She could smell is cologne, it was kind of weird that a 12 year old was wearing cologne on the first day of school, but it wasn't any secret that Seth was one of the richest kids of the rich kids of Harbor Middle School, but no one knew that Summer was the richest kid of everyone, nor would they care. She was a total outcast, who didn't care about anything but school, and that cute Seth kid.

"Dude, that girl behind you looks like she's dead, HAHA." Jaime was always so rude.

Seth looked behind him, not even noticing that Summer had buried her flushing red face within her book-bag, pretending to look for a pencil, making Seth think he meant the girl behind Summer.

"Man, you're stupid." Seth said, tapping his Chuck Taylor's on the ugly carpet.

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She was invisible. She was like a paint flake on the wall, you couldn't see it, and you didn't care about it, or notice it. The year went through like the years before had, semi-quickly and nothing memorable. Summer loved the summer-breaks they had, she got to read all she wanted, and didn't have to be in class. The third week of the vacation, Summer's dad got transferred to a plastic surgeon practice in Laguna Beach, so she packed up her life of books and sweat-pants, and torched them. It was time to turn over a new leaf.

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Next Chapter:

-What does "time to turn over a new leaf" mean, exactly?

-When will we catch up to present time?

–-Until then... 3 Marissa.