After Richie and Virgil had vanished out of sight, Zoey headed into the classroom. She saw the girl now known as 'Frieda' was watching her with an inquisitive expression.

Taking the initiative, Zoey smiled at Frieda. The brunette girl returned the smile, then tapped the desk next to her, motioning for her to sit.

"Hey, take a seat," Frieda said.

Zoey sat down, feeling Frieda's eyes on her the entire time. Already, she could see where the 'crazy' Virgil and Richie talked about was coming from.

"Zoey, right?" Frieda asked. Her eyes were wide with such an enthusiasm Zoey had never seen in a person.

Zoey nodded, kind of flattered that Frieda had bothered to pay attention. "Yep, that's me."

Frieda nodded, then rested her elbows on her desk and folded her hands as though she was conducting some sort of interview.

"I heard you talking to Virgil and Richie. They're something alright," she said, shaking her head.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Zoey's mouth, knowing that she could have responded by saying that the boys said the same thing about her, however, she knew that probably was not the most appropriate thing to say, at least at this point. She didn't want to say anything that might come across as offensive until she was sure Frieda was the joking type.

An enthusiastic voice cut through her thoughts. "So, are you new here?"

Zoey nodded. "Yeah, I moved from Wyoming," she replied. Frieda seemed satisfied with this answer.

"Cool. Do you like journalism?"

Zoey blinked, disoriented by the random change in topic.

"Come again?"

Frieda's eyes were even wider than before. "Journalism," she stated, as if it was the most important thing in the world.

To be honest, Zoey had not really considered journalism as something of interest to her. She thought it mainly consisted of stories written by gossipers that would stretch the truth to get attention. Which was not very noble, in her view. Of course, she didn't want to say this to Frieda, who was obviously excited about it.

Zoey shook her head. "I haven't really thought about it."

Of course, Frieda did not waste time to jump at the chance to round up another recruit.

"I'm the president of the journalism club. You should come to one of our meetings after school tomorrow."

Justice was important to Frieda, especially since last year the school district had cut the budget and had almost forced all clubs besides athletics to shut down. Frieda had been very upset about it, so she wrote an article arguing why the school should keep their clubs, and because of it, the school's clubs had been saved. Needless to say, she had been very proud of her accomplishment.

Zoey was hesitant at first, but then she thought why not? She wanted Frieda to like her. Plus, she was eager to assimilate with her new school and peers. And, with the way Frieda was acting, it was hard for her to say no.

"Sure, I'll go."

Frieda let out a squeal of delight, not paying any attention to the pairs of eyes that were now staring at them.

"Yay! It'll be so much fun!" She clapped her hands, happy to have another person that could help her out, besides her best friend, Daisy. "I can't wait for you to meet Daisy!"

Zoey eyes widened. She hadn't even fully adjusted to Frieda's personality yet, and now there was another potentially hyperactive female in the picture?

"Who's Daisy?"

Before she could get an answer out of Frieda, the bell rang. And, as quickly as Frieda had gotten herself all excited, she had calmed herself down. Within seconds, she was facing the board and looking attentive, ready to learn.

However, in Zoey's case, her mind was spinning, and she was not feeling very focused. Still, she imitated Frieda, wondering exactly what her new friend had in store for her.

The bell rang, signaling the end of fourth hour. For Zoey, the last two periods had seemed to have gone on forever, and worse, she didn't have anyone to talk to in those two classes. No Virgil, Richie, or Frieda. Not to mention that her calculus teacher, Ms. Albert, talked in the same monotone voice as Mr. McGill did. Were all the teachers at this school this way?

Before Frieda had left second hour, she had told Zoey that her fourth hour class was right down the hall from hers, so she could walk with her to lunch. After her class let out, Zoey walked to Frieda's fourth hour class and waited outside the door. A couple minutes later, Frieda walked out of the classroom.

"Hey Zoey! Sorry it took so long, I had to ask Mr. Johnson a question about tonight's homework."

Zoey nodded in understanding, suddenly feeling extremely un-preppy next to her overly preppy friend. "You're fine, I wasn't waiting that long anyways."

Frieda smiled. "Come on, let's go get some lunch. I'm starving."