After lunch, the last three periods that I had seemed to fly by, it was like I walked into the room and the bell rang for us to go to our next class in less than five minutes.

At two fifteen, the last bell dismissed us and we all went our separate ways, it was almost like school had never happened, like everyone was free to do as they pleased already.

"Good to see everyone just left their new friend in the middle of a hallway with no clue on what to do." I muttered.

Aww, you missed me? Asked the voice. Sure, I replied sarcastically. What should I do today oh-so-great Rachel? I asked. Hmm, try the nail place, I hear its good. Or try the pizza place, or maybe you should just go home, your parents are worried and miss you.

With that, I mentally nodded. The choice was as clear as ice, but first, I had to go home to make sure my parents didn't die of worry yet.. Mmm, pizza sounds good.

I walked out of school to find that the whole neighbourhood was like a ghost town except for a house down north on Winslet Drive. I took my bike slowly so I would see if Im missing out on an opportunity to be respected on my first day, Second day I mean, day one was a win and a fail both, but I was happy - at least I made friendships with the popular girls! Big whoop, said the voice, it's not like they mean the world to you. I guess the voice was right.

As I rode down Winslet Drive, I spotted some of the boys from my class who were having a water fight. Wow, its the middle of Autumn, not a water gun season that was popular. I felt the voice give me her regards and agree silently, or it might have just been my conscience telling me I was a genius or something.

I stared at them long enough to realize it. They all stared back at me until a brave soul said,

"Umm, hi? Remember me? Logan? from school? Hey, if your not busy, you can hang out with us guys, were playing Battlefield 4 later, how about joining us?"

His friends obviously disagreed, they were muttering stuff about me that I wasn't sure I'd like to hear.

"So? How about it?"

Was he asking me out? I didn't need a voice to yell YES for me to say,

"Yeah, I could do that."

"So see you at four?" he asked.

"Yeah, okay. Four it is."

I walked away with a huge grin on my face. Wow. I'm making progress, I thought. This time I raced full speed ahead, home ASAP.

I checked my watch as I needed my driveway. It was almost three which meant I had a full hour of prep time. I looked about my house. It seemed empty until I neared the garage, I heard a clunk of a pot and a plate breaking. I took off my helmet and ran inside. My mom was standing in the kitchen, her face pale as the plate she had just dropped. Her gaze was focused on the wide-open door to our forest-front backyard.

I walked over to her and she jumped.

"My goodness! You scared me!" She looked genuinely shocked, so I'll give her that.

She looked at me, distraught. I wondered what had happened when I was gone. Who knows - our house might have been robbed… I looked around but saw nothing visible was stolen, except for maybe my mothers personality. There was something troubling her, I could tell.

"Hey dad! I need to go at four! Pick me up by school!" I yelled downstairs.

My yell seemed to do nothing but rattle my mom even more and shake the lamps overhead. I looked around the kitchen and saw a recipe book opened to the dessert page - I knew she wouldn't forget! Yay! Good to see you in a good mood. If you haven't realized your father isn't in the house. Also, She added, You should give your mom some space, maybe that will make her feel better.

As always the voice was right. I had to give my mom some space even though I wanted to hug the life out of her.

I raced upstairs and got changed into something that wouldn't say I-Am-So-Obnoxious and something that wasn't skin tight like skinny jeans or a crop top. I rummaged through my stuff and found something cute, it was a mid length white skirt and a cute daisy print tank. Put your hair in a braid, oh oh put it out that will look pretty. I must admit Rachel is a genius. Yes, yes I'm being sarcastic. I liked her idea though. I took out my ponytail and fixed my hair with several clips. While I was getting ready, I turned on some music.

"'Because I'm happy!" I sang along.

Just as I was about to put on my makeup, I heard a bark. It might've just been the songs quality... I relaxed and kept singing along. A few seconds later I heard it once more, loud and clear. I ignored it again. There was no use in just chasing after it. It was probably our neighbours dog (if they had one) or something. I closed my makeup case and walked to my door, sighed, and walked out with heavenly persistence.

I wasn't shocked to see my mom in the same mood, but she was standing outside… She seemed to be hypnotized or just in her own world. Oh well, I'll never understand adults. You got that right. Beamed Rachel. Sometimes I forget that Im a psycho talking to a voice inside my head. Well, Im highly offended. Rachel muttered.

For one thing, I knew that Rachel wasn't a made up thing I just imagined. She had some sort of physical connection to me… She felt… Real.

I took my helmet which was lying on the couch, wow, shouldn't of done that. your parents wont be happy about this. Obviously Rachel was talking about how my helmet had painted a literal picture of the dirt I had apparently gotten on it somehow. It smelled like wet dog. All I knew is that I didn't do that. Well, it didn't smell that much.

I propped it on with hesitance… What if my hair started smelling that bad? I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer so I rushed off to Logan's house. As I rode out of the driveway, I glanced at my watch, 4:10. Darn. How could I be so late already? Its almost like time slips out of my hands.

After about three minutes later, I arrived. I knocked on his front door, and looked about his humble home. Oh nothing special, just a mansion and a Ferrari plus a Porsche. After a minutes waiting, his mother opened the door for me.

"Hello… You must be Amber?" She asked politely.

"Its actually April," I commented.

"Oh yes, Im sorry dear. Logan and his friends are in the basement, feel free to join them. Refreshments are in the kitchen-" Just as she was about to finish, Logan ran up the stairs and when he saw me, he froze.

"Oh hey! April, so glad you could make it! We just started but know that I have dibs on Spock." He smiled at me, grabbed a coke, took my hand and pulled me downstairs.

His friends greeted me in a way that said that they were against me, but didn't care that Logan invited me over. What I didn't get is why they invited me anyway. Its not like I asked or I'm interested in video games. Worst. Video. Gamer. Ever.