Christine stared at the large Gothic building she called school. It had tall spires, arched windows, and it was made out of bricks that had an orange color to them. A plaque on the wall next to the front door that read "Beacon Hills Community High School Est. 1880" this school was 132 years old! Christine adjusted the brown leather satchel on her shoulder and pushed open the large iron doors to the school. The first thing she saw was the sea of other students. They were either fixing their makeup, doing last minute home work, making out with their lovers, or talking to their friends. Christine felt utterly and terribly alone. She walked to her locker her high heeled boots click clacking on the linoleum but she couldn't hear it over the din of students. She found her locker number 666. A funny thought came to her mind "when this school goes out of business in the far feature they'll advertise my locker as Lot 666: a Locker in Pieces!" She opened her locker and began putting her books, lunch, and other school needs in it. She got out her schedule the school gave her and took out her Economics book (it was her first class of the day! Learning about money! Ugh!) She started to back up until she hit someone hard and warm. "Aw, crap!" groaned a voice. Christine whirled around and gasped "Oh! I'm so so sorry!" she cried ,she was speaking into a boy's shaggy dark hair "naw, it's alright…I wasn't looking where I was going" he said quietly "here, let me help you" Christine bended down and began picking up the boy's books his hands we're long and slender and moved fast to pick up the books. At the same time he and Christine reached for the same book, the Novel The Fountainhead, and he placed his hand on Christine's soft, pale hand. Christine looked up. And then he looked up. Christine let out a gasp of shock "it's him! The boy from my dream!" she thought. He had the same hair, same skin tone, same face, but the eyes were a soft brown, a kind of brown you would find on a Hot Fudge Sundae. "What's wrong?" he asked, alarm in his eyes. "Oh nothing!" said Christine "just caught me by surprise that's all". He looked around awkwardly and then into Christine's Swedish Blue eyes "I'm Scott, Scott McCall" he outstretched his hand which Christine grasped in one of her delicate handshakes "I'm Christine, Christine Daaè" said Christine in a lady like voice. "What a beautiful name" he murmured. Christine blushed a deep red "w-why thank y-you" she stammered. Just then the bell screeched saying it was time to get to class. "Um, we better go…hey! You have economics with me" said Scott, like an excited puppy, Christine looked at her schedule "with Coach Finnstock?" she asked dumbly "yeah! Let's go" he said. Christine smiled she was already making friends! He walked next to Christine , his hands in his grey sweater pockets, "you new here?" he asked "I saw you come in earlier you looked lost and nervous". Christine answered him "I just moved in yesterday, on Timber Walk Avenue" Scott made a sound of amazement "well, your family must be packing it in. where did you move from, Christine?" he asked, his adorable brown eyes taking in her face. "I came here from Paris, France but I was originally born in Sweden" she said wrapping a finger around one of her curls. Scott's eyes widened "that's so cool! We never had someone foreign move here! Why did you move away though" Christine looked down and away from him. "personal problems…" she whispered "oh…sorry" said Scott a embarrassed look on his face "it's okay…" there was an awkward moment of silence but it was broken by a loud adult voice "Hey! McCall! Forget where your class is?" said a big man with black hair pointing every which way. "This much be Coach Finnstock" thought Christine in a disgusted tone. He pushed Scott in class and turned his eyes to Christine "you must be the new girl…Christine die-ay?" he looked her over "actually it's pronounc-" he stopped her before she could speak and told her to get inside. She walked into the classroom and felt all eyes turn to her. All the students were judging her whispering and giggling. She looked for Scott. When she saw him wave her over she hurried over to the desk in front of him and put her head down. this was going to be a long school year
