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Hey! Thanks for reading my first chapter! I'm still not an expert at working around this website, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. This chapter is not the most exciting, so I'm sorry, but I had to find a way to add the other girls into the story.

There is no A, and some parts of the shows and books will be placed throughout the story. I appreciate all your kind words, they really help encourage me to write.

"Hello class, I'm Mr. Gordon," a man in his 60's started, "and I'll be your science teacher for this year. Take out your notebooks and make sure you take notes, as this will be on the test in two weeks." The class simultaneously groaned at the mention of a test.

I reached into my backpack for a new notebook that I had bought the week prior, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to face a blonde with a dimpled smile, sitting next to me on the right. Ugh, I've had enough of blondes for one day.

"Hey. I forgot my notebook at home, could you give me a sheet?" She whispered.

"Ya, sure." I generously rip out a couple sheets of lined paper and hand them over to the girl.

"Thanks. I'm Hanna by the way," She smiled cheerfully.

"Emily," I nodded back. She seems nice. Maybe not all Rosewood people are stuck up...

The further the class progressed, the more I found myself staring at the clock, wishing class would be over. As Mr. Gordon droned on and on about cells, my hand started to ache more and more from writing. I looked up at a poster that was on the wall. It had a motivational quote on it, along with a cartoon boy who was smiling with his backpack on. You can do anything you set your mind to! I read. What is this? Elementary school?

"What a great way to start the first day," Hanna muttered sarcastically under her breath.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I replied. "What do you have next?" I asked her. Hanna fumbled around in her bag, and pulled out a crumpled up schedule. She smoothed it out and read,

"English with-" She squinted at the wrinkled paper, and attempted to flatten it out more. "Mr. Fitz."

"Same here," I exclaimed.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the bell rang, and I was on to my next class. Hanna's really nice, I think I made my first friend. I smiled at how unexpectedly quickly that had happened. Maybe this isn't so bad. When we arrived at our English class, Hanna walked towards a tall brunette.

"Hey Spence," I heard Hanna say. The two started a conversation, and I went ahead into the class, and seated myself next to a window. A petite brunette plopped down to the seat next to me.

"So, I hear the new English teacher is really hot," the brunette said to me. I must have looked somewhat confused, because afterwards she added, "Oh, I'm Aria. You're new here aren't you? I haven't seen you before."

"Ya, I just moved here like a week ago. I'm Emily," I smiled to her.

"In that case, welcome to Rosewood." Aria beamed back. I noticed Hanna and her friend walk into the class, along with a good looking man, carrying a briefcase, whom I assumed was the English teacher. He wrote Mr. Fitz on the chalkboard, and turned with his eyes landing on Aria.

"Holy Crap," he muttered while staring at her, looking surprised. The entire class turned to face Aria, who was still oblivious. As she looked up, her eyes widened and her face turned a violent shade of red. With a bleep coming from her phone, she received the perfect excuse to look away.

" Sorry," She stuttered embarrassed, as she put her phone away.

"Uh- I'm Mr. Fitz, Your new English teacher." He quickly announced, filling in the awkward moment that the class had just witnessed. What just happened? Rosewood is weirder then I thought.

Emily, Emily, Emily. You think your first day has been strange? In Rosewood, nothing is as it seems... Wait until later, because you're in for a big surprise.