WAKE UP. GO TO SCHOOL. GO HOME. GO TO SLEEP. REPEAT.

Story of my life. But, there is something more. I think that there is more. I hope that there is more. And if there isn't more, I'll make more.

I sat in front of the window, staring at the snow. White every where. No flowers, no color. The door opened and I turned around to see my mom holding a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs.

"Figured you were up already, Cam. Change clothes quick, your ride is here." My mom heeled around and left. I grabbed clothes out of my dresser and changed. I looked in the mirror to see myself in a violet long sleeved shirt and blue jeans. I decided when I was younger it didn't matter what outfit I grabbed – if I had bought it and liked it at one point then it would be fine now.

I grabbed my bag and rushed down stairs. I kissed Mom on her cheek and grabbed a piece of bacon before flying out the door.

"Cam! Hurry up! I don't want to be late!" Bex shouted, sticking her head out the window of her new Camry. Bex and me have been friends since pre-school. They moved here from London when Bex was like, I don't know, four? We practically grew up together.

Bex was crazy beautiful. Her dark skin always had a glow to it and her smile could make Miss America feel insecure.

I saw blonde hair blow out of the shotgun window, which meant Liz was riding with us. Liz was petite and had a freckled face. In seventh grade she and I used to climb on the uneven bricks that surrounded her house. We'd sit on top of the wall and try to spy on her older sister. She's always been a good eavesdropper. I swear, sometimes I think she should refuse the scholarship to Harvard and become a CIA operative.

That's another thing about Liz. She's crazy smart. Like she could have been in college two years ago smart. It scared me sometimes, with all the brain power she had that maybe she might be able to read my mind. I smiled at that thought as I climbed into the car.

"So…what's up?" I asked nonchalantly as I closed the door. They smiled and Bex rolled up the windows.

"Macey is going to kill us," Liz told me.

Bex turned around and glared at Liz. "You weren't supposed to tell her!" she shrieked.

"Tell me what?" I demanded. Most of my brain knew that neither of them were going to tell me now. But I was tempted to see how much I could get out of them. So I did what I always do. I blinked, smiled, rolled my eyes to the back of my head and then asked again, "Tell me what?"

Liz gasped and threw her hands over her eyes. Bex was quick to say, "Liz, unless you have a death wish, do not tell her."

"But she's doing the face!" Liz protested. Bex slammed on brakes and my eyes went back normal. I stuck my tongue out at Bex. She simply smiled back in response. "Did she stop?" Liz whispered.

"Yes, she stopped." Liz removed her hands from her eyes and scrunched up her face.

"Morgan, when will you stop doing that?" Liz said, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"When you stop finding it creepy." Bex rolled her eyes and Liz sighed. I just laughed.

Eventually we pulled into the student parking lot at school. Gallagher Academy. First day back to school.

Liz and Bex took off to go find Macey. Lord knows what they did to her. I stayed behind though, getting my bags out of the trunk. I saw a black truck park next to Bex's in my peripheral vision but didn't think anything of it. Until I saw Zach get out of it.

I immediately wished I would have gone with my best friends. Zach was in a gang, and the whole school knew it. Rumor had it he did coke before he came to class and brought guns with him. Needless to say, I was scared shitless. Not that I'd let him know it, of course.

"You took my spot." He stated bleakly.

I swallowed before saying, "Well good thing you found another one."

"Was that sarcasm?" He flipped his dark brown hair to the left and leaned against his truck.

"Go away, Goode. You're annoying me." I tried to sound mean, and edgy. I hope it worked.

"You know what you need, Blondie?" he replied, ignoring my request. I slammed the truck closed and turned to face him.

"What do I need, Zach?"

"A real man, one who isn't scared of a fight."

"What the hell are you saying?" I hissed. "That you want to date me?"

He laughed. "Yeah right. Bad enough I have to deal with you at school. But I am a real man."

"No, you're not," I argued, taking a step closer to him. "A real man would offer to take my bags, instead of standing here harassing me." He held out his arms and I shook my head. "Too late now, douche."

I kept my head up high as I walked down the cement path that lead to the main entrance, proud of my own comeback.

Macey came out of nowhere and jumped on my back, knocking my bags out my hands. "You lose!"

"Come one, Mace. You win that every year. You're as quiet as a mouse when you want to be."

"Well, I'll win everything again this year."

"What do you mean?" I wondered out loud.

"They say the first day is how the rest of the year will go," she answered, bending down to help me pick up the bags that I had dropped.

If that was true, I thought, than this will be one hell of a time.