The summer had passed and today I am starting my first day at Mathews middle school. I had mostly talked to Alex Jordan, and Ashely over the summer. During the beginning of summer Josh and I hung out everyday. He was the first one to see my new house. It was two stories, luckily with carpeted stairs (thank god). It had three bedrooms, one was mine, one was my mom's and the last one was a guest bedroom. I had my own bathroom across from my room and a walk-in closet. There was a playroom at the end of the hall with a regular TV and a pool/ping pong table. My room was greenish-blue and I had a white desk with a computer. I had pictures printed on the walls of the trips I've taken and a couple of Josh and I and then a few of Alex, Ashely, Jordan, and me. I had a window with one of those ledge things where I put my bed. It was right next to an open window that looked out onto the neighborhood. This was the room I had always wants, but I still wished I were back at my old house with my old friends getting ready to go to Jacyln middle school.

As the summer went on I still saw Jordan, Alex, and Ashely, but I started to see Josh less and less. First it was everyday then it once every other day. Soon day became weeks and in the last month of summer I only saw him once. Best friends forever, right? Ya, thought so. One good thing came out this summer though. I got a cell phone, and so did the girls I have no idea if Josh did, because, like I said, we haven't talked in a month.

Today was the first day of school. My mom took me shopping for today and helped me pick out an outfit. I had a tan zebra print tank top; the stripes were a light beige, rather than black. I pulled on a pair of dark wash shorts that were frayed at the bottom. They were short, but not so short that the pockets hung out. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs. My mom was making breakfast to celebrate the first day of school.

"Hey kiddo," my mom said, "You excited for the first day of school?"

"Mom, focus on making breakfast. You're working with a hot stove, and I really don't feel like having to call the fire department. Again." I laughed at my mom. Earlier this summer, my mom was cooking eggs and we have a fire stove not an electric one, so she decided to leave the olive oil open and right next to the stove. Being the highly coordinated person she is (even more so than me) she hit the oil with her elbow and knocked it into the fire. The kitchen burst into flames and she nearly burned down the house.

"Hmph," my mom replied, "you know one day I'm actually going to cook something without messing up, and it will taste good, and then I'll rub it in your face. Dang it!" my mom yelled, she had burnt breakfast. Again.

"Mom, that will be the day pigs fly," I said laughing, "Look, mom I'll just have a banana, besides if we don't leave now, we'll be late for school. How does that reflect on the new principal of Mathews middle school?"

My mom looked at the clock and gasped. "Oh my, guess you're right, come on kid, we got to go. Grab your shoes and schedule and we'll go."

We had gotten our schedules at registration about a month ago. Even though I knew I wouldn't need it today because my mom said we would stay in homeroom for the majority of the day, so that our teachers could show us around. Most kids already knew where everything was because they went to the tour of the middle school with their school. I had my backpack, shoes, and schedule and got into my mom's Volvo.

I sighed. Day one. No Alex. No Jordan. No Ashely. No Josh. No anybody. I must've looked really stressed because my mom put her hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring nod. It was about a five-minute drive from our new house to the middle school. By the time I got there the school was flooded with kid already. They were all standing outside of their respected classrooms, getting to know their knew classmates. I was in room F2, and my homeroom teacher was Mr. Solomon. I had absolutely no idea where I was going. I was going to ask my mom where I was supposed to go, but she had to go to the office to discuss some "teacherly" stuff.

"Um," I asked a girl, "Do you know where I can find room F2? I'm new here, and I never got a tour of the school."

"Oh, sure!" the girl responded excitedly, "Just follow me." The girl grabbed my hand and pulled me through the school until we reached a classroom with a bunch of kids loudly talking and throwing paper at each other. I finally got a good look at the girl. She was about two inches taller than me, with my amazing five foot four stature. She had cappuccino colored skin and long brown hair, a bit shorter than me. I didn't really get a good look at her face, but, from what I saw, she was extremely pretty. She kinda reminded me an Egyptian goddess.

She turned around "Here you go," she said, "room F2, Mr. Solomon's class." I saw her face, and I was right. She was beautiful. She had a slightly upturned nose, full lips, and warm brown eyes. She didn't wear make-up; she honestly didn't need it. For the first time I noticed that she had a British accent, sweet. She smiled at me and gestured for me to step inside.

"Thanks so much for showing me where I was supposed to go. Shouldn't you be getting to your class? The bell's going to ring in a few minutes." I asked her. She just laughed.

"Thanks for the concern, but I'm already here." She gave me a sly smile and laughed again. She started walking over to a group of about two more girls, and three boys. "Bye the way," she added, "My names Bex Baxter." I gave her an odd look. What an interesting name. "Well," she continued, "My real name is Rebecca, only call me that if you want to end up in the hospital. My parents had me take martial arts classes since I was five. So I am perfectly capable of doing that. Come on. I'll introduce you to my friends."

"Um. Ok?" I looked at her nervously, I wasn't used to meeting new people. My group back at my old school was very small. Like I said, not really a people person.

"Guys!" Bex yelled. The group all looked at her and gave her a smile. One of the two girls gave me a big smile and waved, the other just looked up and grunted. The friendly girl had blonde hair, and was extremely petite. She had bright blue eyes and a friendly face. She stood up and stuck out her hand.

"Hi!" she greeted happily, "I'm Liz Sutton. It's nice to meet you." She kept on smiling.

"Hi, my name's Cammie Morgan. I'm new here."

"Cool! Well let me introduce everyone else. This is Macey McHenry, Jonas Anderson, Grant Newman, and Graham Crandon. I assume you already met bex," she said while pointing to each person.

Macey was skinny and looked like a super model. She was wearing combat boots and had a huge diamond in her nose. If I didn't know better I would say she was one of the models that are on the cover of Vogue. Jonas looked like one of those nerds that you see everyday in the hallway, but no the kind that are socially awkward and stay in their garages playing weird mythical creature games. No. He looked like a nerd who embraced his nerdyness, but was still fun to be around, and not super annoying. He had curly brown hair and glasses. When I looked over at him he gave me a grin and went back to reading his book. Grant was amazing. He was tall, muscular, and tan. Kinda like what you would expect from those magazines that say "Long, tan, and handsome". He gave me one of those weird sup nods, and looked over at Bex and winked. I looked back at Bex and raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't seem phased and took a seat next to Macey. Graham looked uninterested in what was going on. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. His face was in his hand and he was looking out the window. He looked at me and gave me a little wave and continued looking out the window. Weird.

"Cool. It's really nice to meet you guys. I don't really know anyone here because I just moved here this summer from across town. What classes do you guys have?" They each pulled out their schedules and we swapped. Luckily, I had one of each of my classes with at least two of them. The good news was that we all had PE together. We talked about random stuff, like sports and school until the bell rang. I found out that Bex played soccer, and Macey did volleyball with Liz. Jonas played lacrosse, and Grant played football (big shocker). Graham plays soccer.

"Alright students," the teacher, Mr. Solomon, called, "We're going to take another tour of the school, so the new students know where they're going." We walked outside and I stayed with Bex, Liz, Macey, Grant, Jonas, and Graham. We talked the entire time, and got yelled at to be quite a couple of times by Mr. Solomon. Before I knew it, it was lunch already. I sat with Bex and her group. I smiled and laughed. It seemed so natural. It didn't really seem like anything was missing. But that was the farthest thing from the truth. Josh wasn't here. He was at the other school. I stopped laughing and my friends looked at me.

"Sorry guys, I guess I kinda just miss my friends from my old school. Not that you guys aren't cool and everything, but I think I just need some alone time." Grant got up to follow me, but after receiving a look from Bex, sat back down. But before he did I said, "Oh, and Grant, Some baking soda will get that stain right out." Grant looked confused, but then he sat down. No one else realized it, but when Grant got up to follow me, Graham had put his chocolate pudding cup right where Grant was sitting before, so when Grant sat down there was a big brown stain where his butt was.

"GRAHAM!" Grant yelled, "YOU ARE SO DEAD!" We all just laughed our butts off, including Graham, but then he started to run, Grant debated whether or not to chase. He could A. Chase him and risk the entire school seeing his pudding stained butt, or B. Kill Graham. He decided to do the smart thing he ran to the closest bathroom and changed into his PE shorts. Oh my gosh. Graham is dead. Grant came out of the bathroom and chased after Graham. The rest of us were just laughing hysterically. If any other person had seen us (besides those who saw what happened) would've thought we were drunk, high, or crazy. Maybe all three.

I decided to wander around the campus for a while, collecting my thoughts. Maybe this won't be so bad I thought I mean Bex, Liz, Macey, Jonas, Grant, and Graham are all great and really funny. But no one can replace Josh. I bet he's moved on, and now I'm just a distant memory. I sat down on a bench and put my face in my hands. What I am doing? I felt someone sit down next me.

"You wanna talk about it?" the voice asked. I looked over and saw a very concerned Bex next to me. "I know you said you wanted to be alone, but that's usually a sign that you need someone to talk to. So spill. I know I've only known you for a bit, but still I know when someone needs a friend."

I looked at her. I had just met this girl today, and on accident (mostly). "It's just," I said, "I don't know what to do." I put my hands back into my face. "I miss my friends from my school, but I really like you guys. I especially miss my best friend Josh."

"Ahh," she said, getting the hint that I like Josh. "Well," Bex said, " It's not like you're never going to see them again." I winced thinking about the dance where Josh said something extremely similar to that.

"Come on," she said, "Let's go. I know it's hard moving to a new school. Trust me. When I moved here from England, and had my first day of school in first grade, I was so bloody nervous that I ran out of the classroom and threw up." She laughed remembering the memory. "Look, just cut loose for today. You have us and don't ever forget that. You'll be fine Cam." She gave me a smile and we walked back to the table. When we got there, we saw Graham rubbing his arm and a big purple, black, and blue bruise forming on his arm. Grant gave him a satisfied smirk and we gathered our stuff, just as the bell rang to signal us to go class. I waved goodbye and went over to my next class with Liz. We talked and laughed. I found out that she's had a crush on Jonas since fifth grade, but she was too shy to do anything about it. She wasn't the kind of girl who would be awkward around the guy she likes, because they've been friends forever. We basically talked about this the entire class.

My last class of the day was PE, but since it was the first day of school, we didn't have to dress out. I met up with everyone and just talked and messed around the entire time. Grant managed to end up with a big grass burn on his shin and I had a big lump on my head, from when someone threw a handball, and I wasn't paying attention.

The day ended and I was feeling better about the move. I had a new group of friends that were really funny. My mom seemed happy with her job and I liked all of my teachers. I still missed my friends, especially Josh, but I had cut loose, and I had a good time today. Maybe this won't be so bad.