I love you guys! Thank you NightHawk and Lea for your help- when I get a chance I'll go back and fix it. Unfortunatly I don't qualify for beta reader yet... but YES I would definatly like to to talk to someone about fanfiction- as being me (i.e: totally clueless with technology) it took me close to half an hour to upload the first chapter!

And thank you everyone for your awesome reviews! I feel under pressure to make it good now :S

I was in a little bit of a rush..so there may be a few grammatical errors.

Hopefully you enjoy :) Rose

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By the way: I am Australian and don't know exactly how the American school system works. Also I don't know much about the states in America- only that California is sunny :P Mostly what I know I've picked up from books and TV, so tell me if I've made any mistakes!

By the way #2: Have you guys read "Looking for Alaska"? I'm reading it now and highly reccomend it :)

CHAPTER TWO

After the long, uneventful process of setting up my timetable and locker, I finally arrived at my first class, which was history. The teacher was a very old, stooping woman who calls herself Mrs. McKaylon. At the start of the class, she calls me to the front and introduces me as "Nicholas Ride". It annoyed me. It annoyed me a lot. I wasn't going to say anything. I was going to give a good impression.

But before I could stop, I found myself saying "Actually, its Fang..." a phrase, sadly which, I had mistakenly uttered too many a time.

"Pardon?" she said politely, but her anger of being interrupted showed in her eyes when they flashed sharply after my reply.

"Wh-what I mean is that F-Fang is what I prefer to be called." I stuttered. Hang on, I was stuttering? Since when did I stutter? Oh, that's right, Fang... since your mother carted off to the other side of the country. Hm.

"Very well then, Fang." There were titters. "I believe there is a seat over there next Jeffrey. Why don't you park yourself there, so that we can commence our lesson?" Mrs. McKaylon, who had amazingly managed to maintain her sickly tone throughout the whole sentence, turned to the board and started writing.

Head down, I trudged toward the only vacant seat in the classroom, next to the boy named Jeffrey. As I collapsed into the chair, I hear him snort in disgust.

"Jeffrey. Whatever my parents were on when they named me, I don't want to know what it was. Call me Jeff. Or wait, better- Iggy." Though I'm usually good at being impassive, this guy must have noticed the flicker of confusion on my face. "Jeffrey Ignatius Griffiths. Please to meet you, Nicholas Ride." Ahhh.

"I see."

"So, what's up with Fang, bro? Are you like...part wolf?" At this I laugh.

"No. Take a look" I gesture to my dark complexion and clothes to match.

"I see" he mimics, and I laugh for the second time in a minute, a feat I had not imagined possible.

The majority of my day I spent being dragged around by Iggy.

"Dude, I have someone for you to meet!"

"Hey, hey, wait up. This is Fang."

"How great is this guy's name! I introduce you to-drum roll please..."

These little speeches happened every time we passed someone in the hall that was in Iggy's acquaintance. However, from what I could gather, he had three main friends.

The first one I met was named Monique. Or to quote:

"Omigod. The name Fang is sooo cool- like so...mysterious. Like a vampire or something! My name is Monique, but that's sooo not a hot name- like a middle aged woman, a boring one...Everyone calls me Nudge. No reason. I think it's kind of cute- don't you?" She managed this whole word spew in only one breath. Dumbfounded, I noticed that the only reason she had stopped talking was because a slim hand with pearly white fingernails had enclosed itself over her mouth.

"Nudge, you're going to stop talking now. It's scaring Fang." If the constant flow of words shocked me, it was nothing compared the matter-of-fact way this stranger talked to Nudge- and about me. "I'm Angel. My brother Gazzy should be here in just a second." She said. Sure enough, just a moment later a tall-ish kid nearly identical to Angel came from around the corner. With their halos of fluffy curls to their delicate stances, the two looked like they might just magically produce wings from beneath their jackets and fly up to heaven. (Gosh, I'm sorry. I couldn't help the wings punJ)

"Angel's scary like that. She has like, a sixth sense." Stated Iggy straightforwardly. I had almost forgotten he was there. I chuckled deeply to hide my alarm and smiled at the, well, angelic girl, only to see all four of them grinning back at me.

"It's great to meet you guys." I said, genuinely meaning it.

"It's great to meet you too, Fang" Angel replied, her saintly glow becoming brighter.

Although I'm not the deepest poetic person, if at that moment you had have asked me what I was thinking, I would have told the truth. I would have slowly turned and beamed at you, bigger than I ever had before and I would have told you that if smiles and happiness were cash, I would be the richest guy in the world.