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Once again the alarms sounds and I'm doing my usual routine. Why do we have to have school five out of seven days a week? Where does it end? Elementary, middle or junior high, high school, then college, work, career, retirement. Usually by that age you are too old to do anything that you wanted to do when you were young. It seems as if the only time you have freedom is when you are a baby to when you are a senior. Isn't this a shit life?

I make my way down the hall and get a quick glance in my Dad's room. Two lumps in bed. My Dad probably slept with so many people and will probably if not already have an STD. I roll my eyes and sigh, trudging downstairs for breakfast.

I get milk, bowl, and cereal, finally something good: Lucky Charms. I love those little marshmallows. I eat everything else first and save as many marshmallows as I can for last and at the end my milk has a blue and pinkish tint to it, allowing me to slurp it all up. I throw the bowl in the sink and head out the door with my head phones in my ears.

The morning is cool and crisp, I like it. It keeps you alert, the cool air brushes across your face, turning your cheeks and nose red, as the cold air fills your lungs. Fall sure is coming. "Hey Miles wait up!" I turn around at the sound of my name and see Oliver running towards me.

I let a small laugh escape my lips. His hair was a mess, half of his long sleeve shirt was tucked in, shoelace was untied, and his backpack was dangling from his arm. He finally catches up to me out of breath. "Over sleep?" Oliver nods his head and nothing else between us is said, as we walk to school in silence. Oliver rarely walks with me, his mom usually drives him, they both have offered to take me along for the ride, but I decide against it. If you ever get Oliver's mother angry, it'll be the last thing you do. She gets this man voice and a certain vein starts to pop out in front of her forehead, it's kind of scary if you ask me.

"Who's moving in?" I turn my head to the once vacant house now with three cars in the driveway and lights on in the house; one downstairs, I'm assuming the kitchen and another upstairs, my guess a bedroom. The moving van no longer there.

I shrug my shoulders. "Dunno." I reach into my pocket and change the song on my iPod.

"Maybe they have a kid." I look back at the house. Probably, who else has three cars, it's not common here; one for one parent, the other for the other parent. So a third car would be a good guess that a teenager or young adult is living there, maybe in our grade.

"Yeah well if it is a kid I'm sure we will probably see them in school soon and if not good guess is that person is in college, at work, or totally lazy." Oliver says nothing as we approach the school and head our different ways towards our lockers; we will meet up later in the cafeteria.

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I put my books away and take them out, same old routine, same old boring routine, I swear it's like the twilight zone or something. Sadly it's too early in the year for any skipping of school to take place yet. I slam my locker and once again people stare. "What!?" I throw my arms out to the sides and raise my eyebrows. I have a slight reputation, but you think people would be used to that by now.

"Miss Stewart." Oh great, teacher alert. I grunt and turn to him. The typical teacher look: bald guy, slight gray hair around the rim of his head, glasses, and a sweater vest with a tie. I'll get scornfully told to show some respect to my other peers and teachers. I pretty much tune him out and lightly nod my head. He keeps talking but I'm not listening.

I'm distracted. My eyes maneuvering around him as he talks down to me, waving a finger. There is a new student here, must be that new family moved in, they have a kid after all. I smile slightly. She's not bad looking, beautiful actually, sort of long blonde hair, perfect body shape, not to bad if you ask me. She is walking timidly, hands clutching the straps of her backpack, tightly, and looking around everywhere probably for the Principals office.

She looks up and over to me and I forget how to breathe. I finally see her eyes, but I don't think she can see mine; my bangs cover one eye completely. Her eyes are a soft bright blue, sparkling, like stars. My mouth becomes dry as she approaches where I stand, with a teacher yelling at me, way to make a first impression Stewart, and smiles, slightly, a light tug at the corners of her mouth, but it is there. My smile grows and she looks down quickly, obviously shy, hair falling in her face, and walks on by with my eyes following her, nice ass. "Miss Stewart are you listening?"

"To what?" I answer rudely, I was having a moment here, and turn around to come back to the realization that a teacher was talking to me. I swallow hard and give him a small innocent smile. His arms are folded across his chest and eyes like daggers. No words need to be said, he points and I go; on my way to the principal's office.

I drop my backpack to the floor and let it drag as I walk in the office. The new girl sitting quietly in the chair, backpack in her lap, holding it tightly; she's too cute. "Morning Miley."

One of the lady's at the office greets me, this somewhat has become routine for me. After so many trips to the office to talk to the principal me and her developed a relationship. "Hey Carol."

"Go ahead in." I sigh and mutter a thank you, starting to make my way to the principal's office. "Okay, Miss Truscott." I turn slightly and look out the corner of my eye. The blonde girl stands up and heads over to the front desk. Well at least I know her last name and if she way paying any attention she knows my first.

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I was pretty much in the principal's office all morning, by the time I got out the last bell rang and it was time to head to class. I did not pay much attention to what he said, all I know is I don't have a detention but just a warning, I could live with that. As I left I was kind of hoping that Truscott girl was still there, but sadly she wasn't. Maybe will we run into each other again?

I walk into my history class and slip Oliver a note, talking about what happened this morning and why I was not at the cafeteria and about the new girl. Oliver looks back at me and smirks slightly. Two years ago I confessed to Oliver and only Oliver that I was bisexual. He thought it was cool, he said that, that means you like the person and not what they look like or whatever. I only had one girl ever catch my attention; it did not go so well.

We were at a party I had my one or two drinks she was buzzed as anything. I guess you can say I took slight advantage of her, but she did not seem to mind. She was horny as anything and I just wanted to experiment; so we did. I'm not happy or proud about it, but it was an experience. Something new and different, nothing wrong with trying something new.

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I stuff everything into my locker and turn around to lean against it. I lean my head back as I wait for Oliver, we usually walk to lunch together and that way we could get lunch and get a table without separating. It could take awhile. Oliver has a lot of friends, I on the other hand don't. I'm more of a loner, its okay with me. I've been a loner for awhile, up until third grade when I met Oliver. He was the only one to give me a chance and I'm glad he did. One friend is plenty. One person you can trust, tell your secrets to, and know that they will always be there. Any bigger and then you get the gossip, the lies, and fights. I'm fine with it just being Oliver and Miley.

"Hey new kid!?" I'm pulled from my thoughts and I turn my head all the commotion. My eyes narrow. Its Amber and Ashley aka the queens of the school, they make the rules and set the standards. They approach Truscott as she was putting things away in her locker. "How about sitting with us at lunch today? I think you might just qualify as a third member." Amber walks around her and eyes her up and down.

No. Don't do it. Don't do it Truscott. Don't become apart of them. I lean off against the wall. My heart is pounding and my throat is dry, unable to find a voice and stop Truscott from doing something stupid. She smiles, and I frown. They will kill her, destroy her, before I get to know the real her. No, it's not fair. My arms are down at my sides and my hands tighten into fist, she goes with them, she got sucked into the oh so glamorous world of popularity, my fists release, blood flowing back in them. And I watch her go.

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I got my lunch, not really to keen on eating it, and I'm sitting with Oliver. He looks around. "So where is this new kid?"

I roll my eyes and turn around to scan the crowd, growing a look of disgust as I spot the popular kid table. Truscott changed, her clothes and hair are different, they are all pink and shiny, if you want my opinion she looks hotter, she is smiling and happy, laughing along with the crowd. I hate clicks; I hate how others define who you are. I have been with this group of people for years and Amber and Ashley hate my guts, Truscott is here for a few hours and she is already in, how unfair. I turn back around and spread venom on my words. "With Amber and Ashley." Any shot I had with her are now gone.

Oliver doesn't need me to point, the popular kid's sit in the same place every time. "Daaayumm. She is smokin'." I shot Oliver a death glare, I had dibs first, she may be out of my league now, but I had dibs. Oliver clears his throat and looks away from the table. "Sorry." He mumbles and picks at his food. "So have you talked to her?"

I look back at the table, a sad expression on my face. "Not really. We saw each other in the hallway before school, in the principal's office, and in the hallway before lunch. She only looked at me once, I think or at least I hope it was me, and then turned away."

"Well at least she knows you kind of exist." I laugh slightly but don't say anything. Oliver always will do what he can to make me feel better. He wants me to be happy; I just don't know how to grasp that full emotion. I'm kind of happy, but I don't feel fully happy. I guess I used to be at one point, but I don't remember now, I wish I was in total bliss, but I'm not. But I don't think anyone is truly one hundred percent happy, so that means I'm normal. Unless its not happiness I want, maybe a different emotion. "Hey I know what can help, you me behind the mall, and some cancer sticks."

I hear the shuffle of chairs and look back. All the kids at the popular table get up and start to walk our way. I guess it's time for them to gawk at themselves in the mirror, they better hurry its been longer than fifteen minuets for all of them. My eyes fix on Truscott and she passes by the table where Oliver and I are sitting, not even bothering to look. I guess Amber and Ashley have filled her in, geeks, nerds, and nobodies are pointless, so they don't bother looking. I turn back to Oliver and smile. "Sounds good." A smile spreads on his face as well.

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Ummm…will "Truscott" stick with Amber and Ashley? Will Miley get a chance to talk with her? Find out next chapter. Till then. :).