Yippie! Ok Change of plans: Each character's simultaneous POV till lunch will be written in a separate chapter. Ok?

Max POV

"Where's your locker?" Fang asked. We had just dropped Angel and Gazzy to their classrooms, with Nudge walking to her class alone, saying she didn't need an escort to go to 9th grade.

"Left wing, number 1707." I told Fang. We walked shoulder to shoulder down the hallway, and he turned to face me. "Cool. See ya whenever we meet again." I grabbed his hand.

"Waaait… Where's your locker?" I looked up at him (Yes… up. Grr)

"Left wing, 1725." He turned around as we arrived at my locker.

"Hey! Don't leave me yet! I have a present for you!" I teased. His eyes lit up.

"A present?" He looked seriously curious as to what this present was. I went on tiptoe and kissed him.

"Happy first day of non lethal school to you!" I told him. He gave me a hug then stalked off to his locker.

I opened my locker and started stuffing various things inside. A few seconds later, I heard a smash and a mean word. I looked at the source and saw a POed Fang standing in front of an open but dented locker. Of course he kicked it.

I grabbed my binder and looked at my schedule. First period: Math. I wandered around the "C" hall looking for C224. After I finally found it, I walked into a dolphin infested room… literally. There were dolphins EVERYWHERE! Well, posters and pictures of them, but isn't that still obsessive or something. Out of habit, I quickly scanned the room for escape routes and possible bomb or gun hiding places. I saw a woman in the back, writing on the Promethean Board (a/n it's like an electronic computer projector like a whiteboard that's connected to the computer).

"Hi… Mrs. Orchards? I'm Max. This is my first day, and I was wondering if there was anything I should know before today." Mrs. Orchards glanced at me, and then she smiled.

"Miss Ride, eh? I've heard of you…" She said, looking me up and down. I gulped, and then scanned her. She didn't look deadly, in her jeans and orange top. "You're Valencia's adopted daughter, huh? And Ella's new sister, eh?" (a/n she has funny words she likes to reuse!) I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly the bell rang. I jumped at the noise, and then found myself against a wall, pushed by kids coming in.

Mrs. Orchards motioned for me to come forward, and then spoke. "Class, settle, settle, eh? This is Max… mmkay? She's new here, so let's all make her welcome, mmkay?" Some kid snickered in the back. Mrs. O pretended not to hear and continued. "She's Ella's new sister, so let's be nice, huh?" At the mention of Ella, some girls seemed to see me as a better prospect of a person to be nice to. One girl raised her hand.

"Mrs. Orchy?" she said sweetly, "Max can sit with us today!" I looked at the girl. She had big green eyes and long coppery hair. She was surrounded by girls wearing basically the same thing: skinny jeans, Uggs, and hoodies, with little bows or clips on their hair.

"Umm… Ok?" I said, and sat down next to the main girl.

"Hi Max!" She said excitedly. "I'm Loretta." She said with a southern drawl. "How are ya likin' Friends?"

"I… ummm… well…" I stuttered. I honestly didn't care much. She beamed at me.

"Oh, were gonna be the bestest friends, dont'cha think?" she squealed excitedly. Oh LordyLord help me. If this chick kept hugging me, I think I would die.

"Umm… Miss Larsson, I think she gets the picture. Please let Miss ride go now." Mrs. O was looking at Loretta sternly, but kindly.

"Sure Mrs. Orchy! I was just explainin' to her the rules and such."

"Mmkay baby, but it's gotta be quiet now, eh?" She smiled at me. "On to the lesson now, eh?"

The next class I had was Spanish. I quickly scanned the room, as I had for Math, and found the teacher. She was probably around 5"4 and had long brown hair with brown eyes framed with rectangular glasses.

"Hola clase! Como están? Espero que tuvieron un fin de semana fantástico! Ooh! Quien llega aquí? Una estudiante nueva? Ven aquí! Tengo mucho enseñarle!"

I gave her a puzzled expression. "Whaat?" She stared at me blankly, and then realized that I had no idea what she just said.

"Oh. I'm so sorry! Hello. I'm Sra. Gutierr. I just said 'A new student? Come here! I have much to teach you!'" She gave me a warm smile. I smiled back.

"Ok… I mean is!" At least I tried, right.

"You'll have some catching up to do, so I'll give you these review papers so that you can catch up. Your mom is Valencia Martinez, no? She will help you." She gave me a shoulder pat. I spent the rest of the class lost in translation.

My final class before lunch was science. I walked into B122.

"Hi, Mr. Goldshine?" I turned around to see an overweight man (in desperate need of a belt) with white hair and black beard standing up. "I'm in your class now." He smiled at me.

"Hello young lady. Take a seat anywhere you like." Ok, that was a change. I looked around for anyone I knew and saw a Loretta-clone waving at me to sit with her. I gladly took the empty desk and opened my agenda to copy down the homework. Mr. Goldshine cleared his throat loudly.

"Ok class." He boomed. "Today we will begin a unit on DNA recombinant and mutations." I groaned. "Miss… Ride, is it?" I nodded. "Do you have any reason to groan in my class?" The same kid from math snickered. Mr. Goldshine turned his attention to him away from me. "Jason! Were you talking in my class?" He screamed, his voice turning red.

"No sir! I was… coughing! Yeah, couching!" He lied. I knew a lie when I saw it.

"LIES!" Mr. G screeched. "TO THE OFFICE, NOW!" he yelled, and marched Jason out. That was interesting. As soon as he got back, his gaze found me cowering in the back.

"As I was saying, Miss Ride, what is so 'groan-worthy' about DNA recombinant and mutations?" He asked his stern eyes on mine.

"Well, Mr. Goldshine," I said carefully, a master liar, "I already studied this in my old school, and was disappointed that I wouldn't be challenged enough." I smiled sweetly. I was crossing my fingers under the desk. He stared at me for a moment, then turned around and faced the rest of the class.

"Very well…" He said, and let us talk the rest of the class. When the bell rang announcing lunch, I was practically flying (almost!) out the door to my locker. I grabbed my lunch and headed to the lunch courtyard, where we agreed to meet.