A/N: Once again, I do not own H2O: Just Add Water OR the plot, but I do own my characters. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"My name is Charissa Haywood, and I'm signing off!" Yelled the chipper blonde into the video camera.

"Alright, that was good Charissa! It was a splendid description of today's lunch!" Said Mr. Stevenson to one of his best students. In retrospect, the seven minute long speech wasn't exactly what he would call splendid, but for Charissa's sake, it would be. She wanted everything to be perfect, even when everyone else thought it wasn't.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Stevenson. I really think I captured the student body with my details about the grilled cheese." She said as she made her way out of the small conference room that was used to tape the morning announcements. As student council president, Charissa had to do the announcements every morning as they were broadcasted throughout the school.

She held her head high as she walked through the halls of Stanley Davis High. Even as a freshman, she was best at everything. She had even won the elections! Although, that could have been because as soon as she had signed up, anyone else who had been a candidate dropped out. They were just too afraid of her perfection.

Charissa walked straight to her first period class, knowing that homeroom was over in precisely 25 seconds. She walked right into the empty, mundane English room. Not even the teacher, Mr. Michaels was there yet. Charissa took her usual seat in the middle of the front row, and took her Grammar book, pencil case, and binder out of her pink and brown backpack. She waited for about five minutes until another girl entered the room.

What a freak. She thought as she looked at the brunette girl whose name she had forgotten. The other girl was wearing a bright orange t-shirt that had a black swirl design on the front, a brown mini-skirt, blue and grey striped leggings, large, green boots, and to top it all of, a purple beret. Charissa knew she had seen the girl before; she was in most of her classes, after all. But, she could tell that this girl was an underachieving hippie. Charissa rolled her eyes as the girl took a seat in the very back of the classroom. Yep, I was right. Only the biggest morons take the seats in the back.

Soon, more and more students began to fill the room. Including the school jerks, Mike Austin, and the Pearl Girls. The Pearl Girls were four, snooty, upper-class biddies, composing of Miranda McClain, Hannah Burrow, Savannah Clark, and Jane Uberman. Charissa winced as Miranda gave her an oppressing glare and a smirk.

"When are you ever going to fall off your high horse, Haywood? Your announcements suck, and I was getting ready to take a nap thanks to your lecture about the grilled cheese." Miranda said to the now meek blonde.

"Uh, I'd like to ask you the same question, Ms. My Dad found a whole family of oysters filled with pearls! That was literally a year ago, and you still brag about it as if bigger things haven't happened in the past twelve months!" Someone yelled from behind Charissa. She turned around to see the oddly dressed hippie again. Shocked, Charissa just left her mouth agape as Miranda and her posse looked at each other, indignantly. Charissa could tell that Miranda was racking her brain for a comeback.

"Uh, since when did you become besties? Since the big loser convention?" Miranda snapped back before the Pearl Girls burst into a fit of laughter.

"Ahem," the strange girl who was pushing her luck began. "But you and I both know that that wasn't funny, at all. I think you're loosing your touch, Miranda."

With that, the Pearl Girls did a scoff in unison, and stalked off. Charissa turned around to thank the girl, but not before she had stuck her tongue out stanchly at the mean girls.

"Um, hi. That was really nice of you. Thanks, uh—"

"Frankie. And, no problem. Those girls need to be taught a lesson for thinking that they can just run the school like that." She said before she walked back to her seat.

Charissa turned back around and began to write something in her daily planner.

Note to self: Don't judge a book by it's cover. Even if it's a very strange cover.

She checked the rest of her planner for all of her upcoming events. She had a yearbook committee meeting during lunch, a brief student council meeting after school, and a debate team practice after that. Some would say that she was much too busy, but Charissa was always the one to gladly accept the challenge. The next day, she had an "It's Academic" practice, and she had to go to the stupid swim meet for the school newspaper. Ugh, why does the rest of the school have to know about who won a dumb swimming competition? It's just swimming back and forth!

Charissa resented most sports. She loathed the sweatiness and how unorganized it all was. But the sport that she hated the most was swimming. She felt that it was an extremely useless waste of school funding.

Several minutes passed by until Ms. Larden walked into the room. Everyone gave out a confused noise until the old woman silenced them by snapping her fingers three times, loudly.

"Mr. Michaels is sick today, so I will be your substitute. But, before we begin class, I just wanted to say that the camping trip to Maple Ridge Park is open to everyone, not just the failing students. All can join; it's just the failing students who have to. Remember, it should be an incredibly exhilarating experience for those who aren't failing." She said, putting emphasis on the word "failing" every time. Charissa chuckled to herself. Ms. Larden was her kind of teacher: strict and abrasive. Spending a whole weekend with her sounded like fun. She took her planner out again.

Friday

6:30- Arrive to school

7:05- Do morning announcements

7:45- Go to first period (depending on the day—English or Art)

7:45—12:00- Classes

12:05- Lunch (But go to student council for about 5minutes)

1:05-3:00- Classes

3:05- Meet with Samantha Count for newspaper

4:55- Go home

She scribbled one last thing down before Ms. Larden could question her actions.

7:00- Come back to school for camping trip!