DISCLAIMER: No, I still don't own any characters from Twilight!

Soon, my dad pulled up at the school. "Bye Ella, Brooklyn!" he called, and blew me a kiss. I blushed, just barely, but enough for him to see. "Just like your mother" he chuckled, and I shook my head at him. After closing the door, Brooklyn and I headed off to our lockers. School didn't start for thirty minutes, so we had plenty of time.

I walked to my locker, and turned my combination, 7-48-18. I smiled as my locker came into view. Aunt Alice, Uncle Emmett and I had spent a day before school started decorating it, and I had to admit, it looked awesome. The school now allowed students to paint their lockers, so mine was a dark blue, the same as my shirt. On the inside, from top to bottom: At the top, a medium sized mirror, framed by a white frame, then in the middle, a medium sized white board. Next to it sat a white metal cup, inside dry erase markers of all kind. On the board were a few dark blue magnets, some holding reminders. My favorite one was a rounded dark blue one that read on the inside "BITE ME". Carlisle gave it to me as a 'welcome to high-school' present. Inside the cup, there were also more magnets, and a white notepad. At the bottom was a copy of my schedule in dark blue, and a few pictures of my family, and me and Brooklyn together. I turned to the inside of my locker. The books were all stacked according to period, so I grabbed the books I would need for my four morning classes. They were, in order: English, Algebra 1, P.E (just grabbed my bag), and finally, World History. Then I turned to Brooklyn.

I looked at Brooklyn's locker, for we did her on the same day we decorated mine. Her locker was painted pink, with the words painted in white cursive "BROOKLYN" over the slots. She opened her locker, and I looked inside, smiling. Hers was pretty much the same as mine. At the top was the same mirror, but in the middle was a pink corkboard, with many notes tacked to it, some from me. Next to it sat a white metal cup, which held about fifty pink and white tacks, a small white note-pad, and a pink pen. On the bottom was a picture of her family, a schedule in pink, and pictures of her and me. We smiled at each other; she loaded the same books into her bag. Yes, we had all her classes. All it took was one father who happened to be a dazzling vampire.

We walked into English class, and settled into desks next to each other. I unloaded my small English book, a purple and white plaid binder, full with notes, paper, and a binder, and finally, a black ballpoint pen. Angela pulled out a green and white striped binder, filled with the same things as mine, but more notes, her English book, and a green ballpoint pen. Then, she pulled out a piece of paper, and we talked on the paper for about fifteen minutes before other people started to come in. She then shoved the paper into her backpack, and we watched as Taylor and Brittany came into the room. They sat about two rows ahead of us, right next to each other, and immediately started to gossip. Uh, how I hated those two. But, Brittany was usually a bit friendly to me, so I probably hated Taylor more.

The next person to come in was Matt. He immediately walked up to my desk, and leaned forward, pressing his palms down on to my desk. "Hi Ella" he said, trying to sound flirty. I said Brooklyn coughing, trying to disguise her laughter, and I bit down on my tongue hard. "Matt, I swear, if you ever do this" I gestured to what he was doing right now "or anything else, I will file a restraining order against you. I would not date you if you were the last human, or animal, or whatever you are on Earth. Now, good-bye" I said, feeling bad, but I needed to get this kid away from me. Mom was right, just like his dad. And, my mom ended up doing the same thing to his dad, so his dad could help him cope with it.

Matt bit his lip, and I was afraid he was about to cry. There were tears in his eyes, but he was not allowing them to run down. "Allergies" he offered sadly, and then walked away to sit in the back by himself. "Good job girl, you told him!" Brooklyn said, giving me a high-five and cheering me up. Then, the teacher walked in, and cleared his throat. "Okay class, we are starting class now" he announced loudly, and then got down to his pointless teaching. Brooklyn pulled back out the paper, and we continued.

OoC: Brooklyn's writing is italics, and Ella's is underlined.

So, want to have a sleepover this weekend?

Oh, sure! At my place or yours?

Yours! Your house is so much FUN.

Thanks, but you better put this paper away NOW. The teacher is getting suspicious.

Okay, talk to me after class, and we'll make plans. Bye!

And with that, the paper was folded into fourths, and slipped into the front pocket of Brooklyn's backpack. Ella sighed, and turned her attention back to the teacher's lecture on the importance of correct punctuation.