Chapter 1

"Mom when are we getting to Quinn's new school?! I wanna go home!" I heard my little brother wined through the noise of my music.

"In about five minutes, Adam," my mother replied. "So, Quinn, are you excited to be going to Kadic?"

"Huh? What did you say mom?" I said taking my headphones off.

Yep, that's me. Quinn Elizabeth Saint James. I am currently 13 years old and in the eighth grade. I am five foot two and I weigh about 98 pounds. I have long dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. It is September at the moment and it is really warm here in California. I usually wear spaghetti or tank top shirts, jean shorts, and my favorite pair of high tops. Even though I am moving schools at the beginning of the year, I think I will be just fine. I will miss all of my old friends at my old school though. My new school is Kadic Academy. It is located in southern California in a small town named Pacific Beach. I am very excited to see the beaches on the coast.

"Are you excited to be going to Kadic?" she repeated.

"I guess. I mean I'm happy to get away from my old school and I would be happy to move to any other school."

"Liar," my brother replied with a sarcastic tone, "you just wanna meet cute boys."

I gave him a look that said if he ever said that again I would hurt him. He knows that look very well. Then he looked down at his shoes.

"Look!" my mother said, "we're here! Darling, would you like me to come in with you?"

"No thanks mom. I am in eighth grade, I think I can handle myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Mom." I said giving her a stare, "I will call you right when I get to my room, is that a deal?"

"Okay hun. Talk to you soon!" my mother said while waving and driving away.

While I approach my brand new school, I stop, stare, and think to myself, "Okay, Quinn, this is your new school. New friends, new teachers, new… well everything. Better get used to it now or you will never have fun at this school."

I walk into the principle's office.

"Umm, hi I'm Quinn St. James. I was supposed to come here once I arrived."

"Well, hello Quinn. I am Jean-Pierre Delmas, I am the headmaster of Kadic Academy."

"Hello," I replied, "nice to meet you."

"Here at Kadic you will be a boarder, is that so?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Good, good. I will show you your room right away."

As Mr. Delmas and I are walking to my room I ask him what my classes will be for this semester.

"Ahh yes of course, classes." He started to answer, "Your first class will be physical education, second will be math, third biology, fourth German, fifth English, sixth will change, for example you might have art or music, and seventh will be world history."

"Okay," I replied thinking in my head how I am going to remember my schedule.

"Ahh, here it is room number 616."

As Mr. Delmas opened the door to my room for the next few years, I was excited, until I saw what it looked like. It was all grey. There were 2 beds with grey sheets, a computer desk, a small closet, and some drawers. As I look at my room I think to myself how I can 'spiffy' the room up.

"For right now you do not have a roommate, but you might have one soon so be on the lookout for one," Mr. Delmas told me. "School will be over soon so you can hang outside until six o'clock when we have dinner. If you have any questions you know where to find me."

"Thank you, Mr. Delmas," I reply.

Once Mr. Delmas leaves, I take out my phone to call my mom just to tell her that I am in my room and I am okay.

After I finish talking to my mom I start unpacking. I hear a lot of talking out side my door so I open it just enough to stick my head out. People from both ways were talking and laughing. Some of the kids looked at me and had the biggest question look on their faces. When I start closing door I laugh. As the noise starts to wear down, someone knocks on my door.