AN: I finished Misty Falls, which has prompted me to start reading Finding Sky for the fourth time, which will probably prompt me to write some new fanfictions. I've not had many reviews lately, probably because of my infrequent updates, which I'm sorry for. The last chapter was very short, but that's because something important happens in this chapter so this chapter is longer now. I hope you enjoy and my next chapter will be out by the end of the week.

Disclaimer: Copyright Joss Stirling.

At lunchtime on Friday, I was sat alone in a corner eating a tasteless school meal when a girl I'd never seen before came over to my table. She was striking, tall and skinny with waist-length auburn red hair that stood out in a crowd.
"Hey. I'm new, can I sit here?" She was direct. Her piercing blue eyes were beseeching me. The last thing I wanted was company, but it seemed rude to refuse.
"Yeah sure. I'm Stella."
"Elizabeth."
"Are you a junior?"
Elizabeth nodded.
I smiled, "Cool. Me too."
"I went to talk to those girls over there," she pointed to Marcy and co. "But it turns out they weren't really the kind of people I wanted to hang with." She said it almost defiantly, daring me to challenge her.
"You've good judgement," I said.
Elizabeth grinned, "Could you maybe show me around? Introduce me to people?" She looked hopeful.
"Showing you around is no problem but... I'm not exactly the most popular person here. You'd be best looking elsewhere for friends."
Elizabeth stared at me, "I don't need other people to tell me who I can be friends with." She paused. "I think I've found exactly my kind of person already." It took me a second to realise she meant me.
"Elizabeth I really don't know anything about fitting in here."
"That's perfect. I don't want to fit in with anyone."
I smiled, "In that case, I know we have something in common."
As it turned out, Elizabeth and I had everything and nothing in common.
"I'm from New York."
My eyebrows shot up, "Some change."
Elizabeth laughed, "Yeah. I miss it but Wrickenridge is cool."
"Cool? I've lived here all my life and that's not the first word that comes to mind."
"Really? You have skiing, mountains, Mrs Hoffman." I snorted at the reference to the town's gossip granny. "What's not to love?" She finished with a little giggle which lit up her face. Even if she chose to hang out with me, all the boys would be all over her in seconds.
"Well when you put it like that…" I smiled. "So why d'you move? Does New York get boring after a while?"
"New York, boring? No, my mom lost her job and decided we needed a change of scene. She can be like that. Spontaneous."
"She sounds cool. My family is kind of wild, if I'm honest." Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, asking for more.

"Seven annoying older brothers, four sisters in law, a native American dad and a mom with the fashion sense of a pineapple."
Elizabeth laughed, "Sounds just my kind of thing. It must never get boring."
"No, it's never boring. Though it's difficult to get peace and quiet."
"Peace and quiet! Who wants peace and quiet when you can have fun?"
"There is that. We've got half an hour left of lunch, do you want the grand tour now?"
"Ok. If we're doing that, can you help me find my chem class?"

We took a quick detour to the lockers so that Elizabeth could dump some books in hers.
"Wow!" I said, looking over her shoulder.
"What?" Elizabeth said, distractedly.
"Is your locker this neat because you're new?" The locker contained neat stacks of books and folders, all her stationary tidily collected in one corner. She had a copy of her timetable stuck to the inside of the door.
"How is it this tidy?"
Elizabeth shrugged, "I'm a neat freak, but this isn't that tidy compared to most, is it?"
"Come and see mine." My locker had never really locked properly; I had to yank the key hard to get it open, but there was a knack if you knew what you were doing. My locker looked like a tornado had torn through it. Books and folders were in a messy pile at the back. In front were pens, pencils, coins chewing gum packets, a hair brush, trainers, deodorant, elastic bands, hair clips, sweet wrappers, hair bands, jewellery, eyeliner stubs, make up brushes, gloves and, for some reason, a plastic Chihuahua. The back of the door was a collage of concert tickets and photos of Taylor Swift, me, me and members of my family, and me and Alicia.
"As you can see I'm not a tidy person," I told Elizabeth.
"The photos are nice. I could do something like that with mine." She gestured to the inside, "But how can you ever find anything?"
"That's the great thing. I'll lose something then forgot about it and then it turns up six months later! For example," I picked up a charm bracelet. "I got this in freshman year and only rediscovered it last week."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "So you like Taylor Swift then?" she said, eying my Swiftie4ever poster.
"It's an obsession. Wait, you're not a Directioner are you?" I said looking at her suspiciously.

"No. I'm a Vampette."

"Oh cool. I saw them live when they supported Taylor's tour." I got a few books out my locker and we walked slowly down the corridor.

"I'm jealous. You know James McVey has a crush on her?"

We had a really shallow conversation about celebrity relationships then. Which kind of somehow got us to the subject of our own love lives.

"So, which boys are hottest round here?"

I paused, "Riley Henderson is supposed to be the Hot Senior of the month. The cuties in our year are probably Josh Mitchell and Alex Winters. Stay away from Sean Gregory and Logan Pierson unless you want a wild one. And especially, don't date Ryan Adams to save your life. Trust me on that one. But you look savvy enough to work that out for yourself."

Elizabeth cocked her head, "Are you talking from experience?"

I shrugged, "You'll hear the stories sooner or later."

"Ok. Point those guys out to me sometime." She nudged me, "So do you have anyone?"

"Not here."

"So where?"

I smiled, "There is one guy from Aspen High. But it just kind of happened last week and I don't know where we stand yet."

"You've got me interested."

I laughed, "Look, um. There's a bunch of people going to the baseball tomorrow. If you want you could tag along with us?"

"Sure! I can do that."

She could do way more than that, as I was soon to find out.