A/N: Okay, so some people said that this was a pretty okay idea, so I decided to give it a shot. Please review, I would really appreciate it.

Chapter 2:

I exit the basement, the exit door leading to some sort of utility closet, kind of like something out of Narnia. I open the second door and find myself in the middle of the hallway, kids bustling around me, in a hurry to get to class. I walk around the hall, observing everything that is going on around me. After weeks of working on my machine, I finally get to actually see what the building that I work in looks like.

"Hey, you look kind of lost. Anything I can help you with? I'm Mercedes by the way." I turn around to see an average height girl with chocolatey skin and a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I'm new here. This is my first day."

"Oh, that's cool. The principal's office is just that way," She points me in a direction down the hall. "I hope to see you around. . . "

"Brittany." I extend my hand in greeting.

"It was nice to meet you Brittany." She turns and walks in the opposite direction that she pointed me in.

"It was nice to meet you too." I call back, hoping that she can hear me. Before I head to the office, I decide to check up on the machine and make sure no one can get into the basement. When I get there, I notice a flashing light coming from the car. As I take a closer look, it says that the machine is out of battery. I should have known. Heck, Lord Tubbington warned me this would happen. It takes forever to charge, apparently, because it says it will be ready to use in a month. What the heck am I supposed to do for a month in a time period I don't know, with people I haven't met, and worst of all, without Tubbs to give me advise? I have no clue. As I leave the basement for the second time in like ten minutes, I make sure that there is some sort of towel covering the door, so that no one will find it and steal my car aka my time machine. I head down the same hall as earlier, and go in the direction Mercedes pointed me, towards the principal's office, so that, maybe, I can get enrolled here so that I have something to do during the next month of waiting.

"Excuse me, my name is Brittany S. Pierce. I'm new here." The man behind the desk, Principal Figgins, as his nametag says, looks up at me.

"Okay. Let's see here. Brittany, I don't believe that we have your admission papers." Uh oh.

"I guess they got lost or something. I will see if I can have them sent over," I improvise. He seems to think it is okay, because he nods along and doesn't protest. I, personally, think it is because he doesn't really care.

"Okay, I will call for a student to show you around. You can stay here while you wait." After a few minutes there is a knock at the door, and I turn to find a gorgeous dark haired girl. "Ahhh, Ms. Lopez. Thank you for coming at such short notice. This is Brittany. She needs you to show her around the school since it is her first day."

"Well, okay then Figgins. Alright blondie, follow me." Doing just as she says, I walk out of the office after her, trying not to stare at her butt. "Figgins filled me in. Since you don't have a schedule, you will go to class with me. I hope that is alright? Not that I care or anything." I can tell that the last part was just a coverup, but I don't say anything because she clearly wants to maintain her badass act.

"Cool, I am looking forward to it." She playfully rolls her eyes at me and continues walking to her next class.

"Well, I have Spanish first. Why, I have no clue, since I already know the language. It's obviously an easy A for me." She keeps talking, and I kind of zone her out, as I have to continuously remind myself that we are in a public school, and that it is not appropriate to leer at hot girls. Soon enough, we get to the classroom and sit down, ready for the class to begin.

"Well, that was fun-ish. I guess I will see you tomorrow. I had fun today, San. Bye." I turn to leave, but feel her grab my wrist.

"Hey, Brittany. Can I give you my number so we can hang out?" I gladly hand it over, and go on my way, stoked that I made at least one friend, maybe two, considering Mercedes. Right as I am about to exit the building, I remember that I am not in my time zone, and that I don't actually have a place to stay. I turn back around, walk through the maze like halls until I find the right closet, and go back down into the basement. With a last look around, making sure no one can get in, I open the door to the dark green volkswagen beetle, get comfortable, or as comfortable as I can be, and fall asleep.