Okay, so I decided to be mean and not tell you what was written on the rock just yet. Please don't kill me. You are going to find out what was engraved in the rock, but not in this chapter and prbably not for the next couple of chapters. It will play a big part later on, but not now. And just to let you know, in my world Rikki isn't poor.

To Write Love on Her Arms

Rikki's pov
Beep Beep Beep
Argg. I reach over and turn off my alarm clock. Great, just great. Time for another day at school. I slowly get up from my warm bed and get ready to face the day. I go into my bathroom and brush my teeth. The whole time I'm getting ready, my mind wanders to Zane. I saw him on the beach the other day. He seem to be watching me, but I wasn't sure. I hate when people can't get it through their head that I don't want to talk to anyone and I'm not here to make friends. I was forced to move here because my dad was promoted to head office, which meant we had to move. Let's just say I wasn't too thilled. I didn't talk to my dad for a week and a half. I just hope Zane doesn't try to talk to me. It's gotten so annoying with people trying to be nice and trying to make friends with me. I hate being referred to as the new girl. It's getting old fast. Once I finished getting ready, I picked up my bag and headed out the door.

At school

I'm sitting in history class. I'm only half listening to the teacher because I'm so tired of relearning the same old history. Here's a news flash to history teachers. The past never changes. We don't have to keep learning about it. I'm, also, doodling in my notebook, to help past time. I look up to the clock. Twenty more minutes of this torture.

"Okay, class, you will be assigned a partner and you and your partner will be doing a project that will be due in three weeks," the teacher said, and I actally heard it.

I sighed. I don't like to be around other people. I rather be by myself.

"So, I will assign you a partner and you guys can talk about the project for the rest of the class period."

I don't know why teachers always say that you can talk about the project for the rest of class, no one ever does. The teacher walked to her desk and picked up a sheet od paper and started saying names. I was carefully listening for my name. I was just hoping I wasn't going to be
paired up with some creep. There are tons of creeps at this school. Yet, another thing I hate. I look around the room to see who was in this class. I haven't really noticed who was in this class or any of my classes. I came to school, half listen, doodle in my notebook, and then I leave. I don't want to be here, so I don't see why I should bother to pretend I do. It would be useless. I just really hope I'm not paired with Zane. I'm still worried he will try to talk to me and I don't feel like having to be a bitch today. But don't get me wrong, I will if I have to.

"Rikki and Zane," the teacher's voice rings into my train of thought.

And I'm paired with him. Of course. Cause things can't ever be simple. Ever.

A/n So, what do you think? Good? Amazing? Horrible? I hope not, but all reviews are welcome. Please read and review! Makes me happy. Thanks to ever one who reviewed the last chapter.

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