I walk down the dull halls of yet another new high school. William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio is the 10th school I've moved to. When your dad's in the military you don't have much of a choice to pack up and go. I adjust my plain white v-neck and look down at my schedule. First period is Spanish with Shoester, W. room 235. I check out the room numbers….421. Shit, I'm nowhere close. I pull out my map when it's yanked away from me.

When I look up I'm faced with the nerdiest boy I've ever seen. Thick rimmed glasses and a Jew fro as high as a stack of flapjacks. I cock my eyebrow looking at his microphone. What is this kid eyewitness news? He even has a camera boy. Oh what a lovely way to start the day.

"You're the new girl….uhm…" I watch his eyes avert down to my chest. I clinch my fist automatically.

"My eyes are up here." I snap my fingers in front of his face. "My names Rowan Tyree. I just moved here last week. I'm a senior. The end kid." I shove past him and his camera man and go off down the hall. Let's just hope the whole school isn't like him or I may have to go back to being homeschooled.

I look up and see a sign that says guidance and I feel like I've been saved. I step into the office and a man is standing talking to the woman at her desk.

"Oh…uhm sorry. Can you guys tell me how to get to Spanish class?" I begin to back out of the office when the man speaks.

I see the man's face light up with interest. Looking at him I think of a nerdy Justin Timberlake and I suppress a laugh.

"You're in luck, I happen to be the Spanish teacher." He gives a light chuckle and the woman at the desk smiles.

"You must be Miss Tyree. I'm the guidance consoler Miss. Pillsbury; I was wondering when I'd get to meet you." She smiles at me and I nod.

"Well Emma, me and…what's your name?"

"Rowan"

"Well then Rowan and I shall head to class. I'll see you at lunch?"

This makes Miss. P. blush and she nods like a innocent child. I guess your never to old for high school crushes, especially if you work in one. I move out into the hall and give Mr. Shoester room to get out of the door. The halls a vacant and silent…now I get a grand entrance to. Stupid flapjack fro boy. When we begin walking Mr. Shoester starts making small talk.

"So…Rowan what school did you come from?"

"Carmel."

"Really? Were you in vocal adrenaline?" I laugh me and glee club? As if. I'm pretty sure half of them took steroids of some sort.

"Nah, a little bit to…crazy for me. Plus the only place I sing is in the shower." I smile lying fluently.

"You should try it. I'm also the glee club coach here. You should sign up, I can assure you'll fit in." I can tell he isn't going to give it up.

"Do I get extra credit?" I smirk up at him.

"I'm pretty sure we could work something out."

"Then it's a maybe." I say as he opens the door and I walk in.

As soon as he enters the whole class goes silent. I can instantly tell he's pretty well respected. He sits his bag down and I stand awkwardly at the front of the room.

"Buenas dias clase! Tenemos un nuevo estudiante. Go ahead, introduce yourself english or Spanish.

"Uhm…my names Rowan Tyree. I just transferred here from Carmel." I give a small smile.

"How about you tell us something about yourself? Like what you enjoy doing, don't be shy."

"Obviously she likes to eat." I hear someone say from the back. My smile fades and I glare in the direction it came from.

"Actually, I'm a runner. I was on the track and cross country teams. Both varsity. I have the shortest time on a 5k in 3 different states." I place my hands on my hips. "So before you judge my figure realize I could probably out run you any day of the week, skinny." I notice a girl in the front smile at me. I return her with a nod.

"Alright, alright. Rowan I'll have you sit right there beside Mercedes." I'm grateful it's the girl who smiled at me. I pick up my bag and sit down beside her.

"Man, you're really bold." She smiles at me. "It's nice to meet you." She offers me her hand to shake.

"You too." I smile and shake her hand. "I was wondering when a size 12 became fat anyways. "

She laughs at this, "You're pretty funny. Have you considered any clubs yet?"

"Not really. I'm not actually talented in anything, yet again have a hobby."

"You should join the glee club."

Oh god. Not again. I smile at her a little trying not to twitch. "I'll think about it."

Mr. Shoester gets up and starts talking. The class period goes by pretty fast and so do the next few classes. Before I know it I'm sitting at a table to myself in the atrium at lunch. I look around for Mercedes but she's nowhere to be seen.

I jump when I hear a boom of voices start singing. This must be the glee club. I look up from much and see a group of kids coming down the stairs singing 'Just Dance' by Lady Gaga. I smile and tap my foot. They're really something. I give the atrium and look and they're acting like they don't exist.

When they finish no one gives any acknowledge to them. The kids just kind of stand there. If there's one thing I hate more than cockiness is stupidity, which seems to thrive at this school. At Carmel when Vocal Adrenaline performed everyone cheered. Everyone wanted to apart of their clique but here…they don't even get noticed.

I stand up on a table and start clapping. Mercedes smiles at me and I nod back. I look around a few other people start clapping…then a few more. Soon half of the place is. I smile and sit down. The glee kids are smiling so much I think their faces may fall off. Good, I must of done something right.

"Looks like we got ourselves a future glee kid."

I turn around and look up at a bunch of boys standing there in varsity jackets. The head of these idiots has a slushie in hand.

"Think we should get her now or later?"

"She's wearing a white shirt now…this could be a one shot thing." I see flapjacks breathing heavily and he gets shoved away.

"The kid has a point" one of the jocks say.

I hear a whistle blown and a larger guy with a red beret comes up.

"Are these guys harassing you?" he says trying to sound tough.

"Nah, just annoying me." I smirk up at him.

"Oh god. The fag police are here…" the head dumbass says.

"Guess we better go before the fag love spreads." The guys laugh and trudge off.

"I didn't think football players were any less gay. Slapping each other's asses all the time." I laugh.

Then in a just a second the head dumbass turns around and splashes red slushie all over me. I scream as it makes impact to my face. This kid is gonna get it. Hard.