I was up almost all night writing and re-writing the end of this. I just didn't know when to end it so, yeah!

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Waking up in the morning was the hardest thing I'd had to do in a while. My alarm sounded with an annoying beep that I did not miss at all. I tried blocking it out by pulling the pillow over my head and pushing the sides against my ears but it wouldn't go away. After maybe half an hour of trying to blur out the beep I finally gave up and threw the pillow and blankets off of me. I got up and walked over sleepily to turn off the alarm. I hit the button so hard that for a second I thought it was going to fall off of the bed side table and shatter but at the moment I really didn't care. I walked into the bathroom that was connected to my room and turned on the light.

While brushing my teeth and face I thought about what would happen today.

Would the classes be hard?

Would the cafeteria food be as gross as last year?

Would I have any classes with Kayla?

I knew for a fact that I would have History with Mr. Grip AKA: The Gripper. BLEGH! I shuddered at the thought of him. You know that one teacher that no one in the whole school can stand but he swears that everyone loves him? Yeah, well, that's The Gripper (He doesn't know we call him that). The Gripper is a horrible old man with a beer belly hanging way to low for him to be able to walk right and greasy jet black hair swooped to the side like Homer Simpson. No one liked to sit in the front row because he spit whenever giving lectures and on top of that, he had really gross breath. It was like the man brushed his teeth with fish oil. EW! Okay. I was grossing myself out. I had to stop thinking about that.

Instead, I thought about how my first year with Kayla had been like at the school three years ago.

Kayla and I used to be the center of attention when we first moved into town because our families have money.

I can't complain with how I live. My dad alongside Kayla's dad owns some big time factory and my mom is a very good lawyer. She's won more than half of her cases so she's been winning a lot.

When I was finished in the bathroom I felt a little more awake. It must have been the water or something.

I spent a while going through my closet lazily, debating on whether to go black and white, so I didn't draw much attention or pull on my new turquoise blue tank and give everyone something to admire. Blue was a nice color on me, or so everyone said. Conner would always compliment my eyes and make everyone else compliment as well.

I found myself smiling like an idiot as I pulled on the blue tank top at the thought of getting to see Conner. I had seen him last only a couple days ago and I spoke with him yesterday but I missed him terribly. I sighed and pulled my bag over my shoulder and made my way down to the kitchen.

The smell drifted up to my nose before I walked in; French toast and bacon. I was just about to sit down to eat when my mom came rushing in.

"No! No, no! Anna! You have to get to school now! No time to eat!"

"But, mom! I'm so hungry!" I was almost whining as my stomach grumbled.

Sarah; our house keeper (and close family friend) was just about to put down a plate of delicious smelling food when my mother took it away. "Well, you really should have thought about that before you took so much time up stairs! Now, come on! You have to get to school! Time is money!" With a sigh and an eye roll I got back up as my mother hurried out of the house talking on her Blackberry.

I heard a small 'psst' and I looked back to see Sarah placing a couple of strips of bacon into a baggy. "Here you go. French toast is a little too messy but this should get you through the morning until lunch." She smiled warmly as she handed me the baggy and an apple.

I smiled back at her. She had a round face with blond hair pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her neck. She always wore it like that and her daily wear; a pair of khaki jeans and a black button down shirt. She was short and curvy but pretty. Sarah was like my second mother. She had been working for us since I could remember. She told me about how her family had died in a horrible fire when she was 15 but she was the only one not in the house at the time so she was saved. She fell into a deep depression and was put in the adoption system. She did small jobs around her town wherever she could find one. This included, cleaning houses, baby sitting, elder sitting, and dog walking. My grandma (from dad's side) somewhat adopted her and let her do little jobs around the house or something in exchange for a place to live in and money and she's been with my family since I could remember. In a way, she's like my aunt and a really close friend so I really like having her around.

"Thanks, Sarah." I said quickly and she gave me a hug and whispered a quick 'good luck' before letting me go and giving me my bag so I could be on my way.

Walking outside I noticed it was raining and slightly foggy so I hurried to my car just as my mom pulled out of the garage, "good luck at school today. Love you!" She called out from the crack of her car window. She blew me a kiss and sped off to work just like that.

With a sigh, I walked into the heated garage and unlocked my car, slowly sliding into the warmth of the leather seat. "Well, here we go, Anna. First day of another year! Get to see all of your friends at school!" I tried cheering myself up as I started the car and pulled out onto the blacktop of my driveway.

In the morning there's really nothing good on the radio so I plugged in my iPhone and hit shuffle on the songs. Single Ladies by Beyoncé blasted and I grinned automatically. The song was a bit old but Kayla had declared it 'her song' as soon as it came out and been a total hit. (Apparently, even if K has a boyfriend, she's a single lady.)

Good song after good song came up and by the time I pulled into the school parking lot, I was rocking out to Supermassive Black Hole by Muse. Man, I really needed to update my music.

I slid into a parking spot not to close to school where kids were sure to lean on it or brake a window with their immature fooling around and not too far off under the branches where birds would definitely take their daily dumps on. I looked around and munched on the apple and bacon (It's really not as gross as it sounds. Really) as kids started to arrive; I saw new faces and old faces (mostly old). New cars, old cars (mostly new). Kids were running towards each other, hugging, laughing and I even saw a group of girls bawling like little girls after reuniting with their friends.

I was just done rolling my eyes when a hard tap on my window made me jump in my seat. I turned around and the first thing I saw was Kayla's big ass smile fogging up my window.

I turned forward and killed the engine before stepping out and getting crushed into K's big hug followed by another hug even bigger and tighter.

"Ay, chica! I missed you so much!" I heard the familiar Mexican accent squeal.

I couldn't help but laugh, "I missed you too, Carlos!" I returned his big hug with a huge smile on my face.

Carlos Rodriguez was my other best friend who Kayla and I'd met a couple of weeks after moving to Astoria, Oregon. Together, we were like the three musketeers. Carlos; the Mexican gay guy, (yes, gay. And he doesn't try to hide it) was the rock of our little team. He thought before acting (Unlike K and I), he had the answers to almost everything and he was the sweetest guy to ever walk the planet. He worried about everything and everyone. His dad doesn't like the fact that he's gay but his mom really doesn't mind. This is good because it would suck if both of his parents were to turn away from him. He had spent the summer away in Mexico with his grandparents so I hadn't even been able to get a phone call from him.

After hugging him for what seemed like an hour he finally let go and I thought I saw a little tear. Feeling stupid that I had made fun of the girls crying I laughed slightly, "Please don't cry! You're gonna make me cry, Carlos!"

"Omagash! No, you guys!" I heard Kayla say with what seemed like a knot in her throat, "if you guys start crying, then I'm gonna start crying and my makeup is going to run! Then I'm going to have to kick your asses and probably break a nail in the process!"

We all burst out in laughter and hugged again before we were interrupted with a hateful snort. "How cute! The loser squad is having a moment!"

My face fell instantly; I knew exactly who it was before I turned to face it.

Britney Skall was standing there with a sarcastic bitchy smile on her face and standing right behind her were her minion clones, Mackenzie and Bridget Pickles (Haha! Pickles! Like, really?) They're twins who look a lot like Britney; which is probably why she likes them. Ever since K and I had moved here, Britney owned the school. She hated me from the moment Conner started showing interest and made sure I knew it. I had absolutely no problem dealing with her but unfortunately since K and Carlos stuck by my side, they were targets too. Britney flipped her platinum blond hair which everyone knew was as fake as Pamela Andersons' astonishingly huge boobs and the clones did the same with their own dirty blond curls. "I think I might just cry!" the clones laughed in union like they always did whenever she said something 'mean' to me or anyone and a cold smirk formed on her bright red lips.

I noticed what she had on and had to hold down the bacon and apple breakfast. Her top was white and a cut down a little too low down her chest, exposing absolutely nothing because well, let's face it; she really has nothing to expose. Covering her shoulders was a real fur (she only wears real things. Ugh!) Halter coat down to her waist and a very short very leather very red mini skirt. I was sure that if she bent over, the world would get a good look of her, well, everything! As if that wasn't enough, starting at her thighs, black leather boots made her legs look like they stretched a mile long.

She was standing there watching me with her haggish expression as I looked her over. "Take a picture, loser! It'll last longer!" she spit at me and my eyes snapped back onto her eyes which reflected her soul, a cold washed up pail blue.

My comeback was automatic, "I was just admiring your fashion scenes. It reminds me a lot of Miley Cyrus after she dropped the Hannah Montana act and began making porn movies!" I gave her my most innocent clueless smile and she scowled.

"Say what you want, A-Trash! (Her very uncreative nickname for me) Everyone knows that I have the best marks in the fashion industry!" She flicked her hip to the side and I couldn't help but raise a brow at her, my innocent smile turning into a smirk as K snorted by my side and Carlos held back a choke.

She rolled her eyes and gave us her bored expression, before giving her dead straight blond hair one more flip and strutting towards the school with the twins right behind her.

"What a bitch!" Kayla broke the silence.

"Obviously a summer away at her family's farm didn't seem to faze her at all!" Added Carlos.

"Whatever, you guys. Let's just get inside before it starts pouring again." I rolled my eyes and we made our way into the school quickly.


I guess you could say the beginning of the day went like any other first day of school.

My first period teacher wore her nice perky smile and I liked her immediately, not just because she teaches literature (my favorite class) but because she was really nice and very funny. She joked around with the class, answering questions about her and her class. She was young and pretty with her fashionable red hair and let loose jeans and a button down T look. Obviously she was new because I had never seen her before but I could see she was one of those hard core teachers that push you to your fullest because they believe you're "capable of the best". Another thing that really made me like her; she took shit from nobody. She practically chewed up the first immature jock who asked her a question so out of anything school related (those of you who guessed it was a sex related question, bingo! Stupid boys.)

After first period I moved on to Math which I was glad to have alongside Carlos. Seriously, the guy is like an Albert Einstein in this class! The teacher put us to work almost emidiatly. He handed us a test packet about as thick as my head! (Okay, over exaggeration! It was like 3 pages long but, still!)

By third period: History with Mr. Grip, (okay, ewwww!) the class was practically buzzing with whispers when Kayla and I walked in.

"What's going on?" I asked K and tried to listen in on what the two girls sitting in back of us where whispering on about but it was almost impossible.

K leaned in and began to whisper, "Apparently, during second period, like, an entire group of really good looking people just walked into school and headed into the main office! There were like 20 of them and they just walked in like gods!"

What she was saying was pretty unbelievable but I raised my brow and asked, "Did you see anything?"

She shook her head and I rolled my eyes. "I didn't see anything but Lizzy told Miranda who told Megan who told Hannah who told Jason who told Masen who told me that they were like seriously good looking and that they were going to buy over the school and make it into a fashion stadium!"

I couldn't help but laugh, "K, this is the only high school in town! No one is going to buy it and turn it into a fashion stadium!" I shook my head, "I don't even know what a fashion stadium is!"

K looked at me, "Are you calling, Lizzy, Miranda, Megan, Hannah, Jason, Masen and I liars?"

I shook my head again, "No, K. I'm sure a group of people did walk in or something but I'm pretty sure that no matter what they looked like, they can't just buy the school over." I thought over that for a minute and mentally shook myself. No it wasn't possible. That was just absurd.

"Yeah," K nodded and leaned back, "You're probably right. Lizzy and Megan probably twisted what they saw. They're always making things…" Her babbling cut off and she was starring at the door way with her mouth wide open.

"K, close your mouth!" I laughed and followed her gaze to the door way and Omagash! The class went completely silent when in walked in the three most glorious teenagers that had ever stepped into school. They looked nothing a like yet they were all perfect in their own way. Two of them pale and holding hands walked to the back of the class where they took their seats next to each other, not meeting anyone's gawking expression but not ignoring the world either. They looked familiar in a strange way but no way could I forget faces like those so I knew I'd never seen them before.

The guy; who by the look of it wasn't really very young but he wasn't a man. More like, leaning towards a young man. He had messy bronze hair, a look I was sure that only he could pull off and a serine calm look on his perfect face that showed absolutely no un-comfort with all of the eyes on him. He looked over to flash a crooked grin to the girl he had walked in with and I could hear sighs and a couple of gasps from the girls around me.

What the hell?

I shifted my eyes to the girl that looked about my age. She was smiling back at him but I could tell that she looked a little stiff, probably uncomfortable with all of the stares. I didn't want to add to her un-comfort so I quickly looked away but I caught her eyes for a split second and noticed the odd caramel color that didn't fully seem right with her pale skin and brown curls.

I quickly turned to face the front when I heard the chair next to me slide. It was the other guy who had walked in behind the perfect pale kids only he wasn't pale at all and he looked nothing like them. He was pretty big, he had Native American features and his skin looked soft and perfectly tan. His dark brown hair stood up tussled, messy and wet. I listened closely and looked out the window to see that it had started raining before looking back at the other two, they weren't soaked.

I turned my head again to see that the kid who had sat next to me was looking around a little nervous as he drummed his fingers on the desk. He caught me looking at him and gave me a friendly little grin which he followed with a 'Hey.'

I just stared at him. After a couple of seconds, his grin kind of fell and he just nodded and mouthed something like, 'Right. Yeah.' as he went back to stare at the front.

God! I'm so stupid! He must think I'm retarded or something!

"Anna!" I heard K hiss at me and I turned to catch her starring at me with her what the heck was that? Look. A look she used to give me a lot when I would pass by a cute guy who checked me out and I paid no attention to him. That was K's way of saying something like, "That boy is hot! Talk to him you weirdo!" I just rolled my eyes and was for the first time since ever very glad when Mr. Grip called the class' attention to the front (Which isn't really that hard to do. His look practically screams for help!).


Kayla and I walked to lunch together and I could see and hear that gossip about the new group of students was still buzzing and spreading. K was going on about how stupid I was for not talking to the new boy.

"K, I have Conner." I looked at her. "And you have Masen!" I said his name as a little reminder.

"Forget Conner and Masen, Anna! I would have baked cookies on that boy!" She grabbed a bottle of water before looking at me again, "and then I would've eaten them off of him!"

"Who is eatable?" Carlos made us jump a little when he just came out of no freaking where. We were talking quietly but the boy has ears like a dog!

"Damn it! Carlos, warn before you just jump into a conversation like that." K hissed at him before shaking her head and picked up a plate of pizza which looked a lot like a chunk of cardboard with melted cheese over it.

We walked over to an empty table and sat down together. "So, tell me!" Carlos had a little whinny tone to his voice. "Who's eatable?"

"Them." K nodded to the other side of the cafeteria and we just stared as they walked in. All of them. I counted quickly. There were 10 of them not 20! But that didn't matter all that much right now. It was like the whole lunch room shut up as they walked in, I noticed the two from the class room (yes, they were still holding hands) and I even saw the tan dude who had said hi. I scanned them all with my eyes and then had to do a double take when I saw her.

K talked before I did, like she was hardwired to my thoughts. "Hey! Omagash! Anna, isn't that the Ness chick from the mall?"


Cliff hanger! DUN, DUN, DUN! Yeah, I have a feeling all of the chapters will end with those. Anyways, I hope you likie! Tell me what you think of the new characters? Carlos, Britney and the clone minions! The Gripper! *Shudders*

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