A/N: This is my first BMW fic, its prolly really bad at the moment, but I promise its getting better! So please read, review, and enjoy!

The bell at Pennbrook rung, warning all of the students to get to class. The students rushed in, not wanting to be yelled at because they were late. One girl didn't rush. She stood alone in the hall, watching all the hustle and bustle around her.

This girl was fairly pretty; no, strike that, exceptionally pretty, with strawberry blonde hair and a band of freckles across the brim of her nose. Her white peasant top and flower printed skirt brought out her deep blue eyes. She wore high shoes, because she thought herself short, but she was actually pretty average for her age.

She looked at the piece of paper in her hand. It really meant nothing to her. A few numbers here and there and some words, telling her which classes she was taken. Looking at it she saw that she had Creative Writing class at this time. Room 304. She walked down the hall, looking at each room number. 301, 302, 303, 304. Here she was.

She knocked on the door and opened it. Everyone looked away from the teacher to the door, wondering who the 'new kid' was. She walked up to the teacher, handing her schedule to him. He nodded and gestured to an empty seat in the top row. She smiled and nodded, and walked to the empty seat.

While getting settled the boy sitting next to her leaned over his desk. "Hey, my name is Cory Matthews. Are you new?" He had a pleasant smile and a sincere tone. She smiled at him and said, "Hi, yeah, I'm new, my name is Melanie Bryant."

"Nice to meet you. Well if you need anything, just ask, this place can be pretty scary for a first timer, I know from experience. Take this class for example. It's pretty easy, but know that the teacher loves details and, well, creativity, hence the name." Melanie smiled. She liked this Cory Matthews. He was nice and sweet.

The class flew by and soon the bell rang. She gathered her things and started walking towards the door. "Hey Melanie," Cory started. Melanie whirled around and said, "No, call me Mel, everyone else does." Melanie lied. "Alrighty, Mel. Well I was wondering what your next class was, maybe I could help you find it." Cory said.

Melanie pulled out her schedule and ran her finger down it. Her finger stopped and she said, "I have a free period now, I will prolly get situated into my dorm, it's umm, A20." Cory's jaw dropped but he recovered quickly. "No way! My fiancée and my friend live there! That's great! C'mon, I'll show you where it is."

Melanie was disappointed that Cory was engaged, but dismissed it quickly, seeing all of the other people here. Plus, she had an eerie feeling that she wouldn't be staying here long, so she really didn't want to get that close to anyone.

Before they could go to the dorm, Melanie needed to retrieve her belongings. They were in the office, the secretary said they could hold Melanie's things until she could get into her dorm. Cory followed her to the office and helped carry her bags. They arrived to the dorm and opened the door to find two girls talking. They stopped and looked up at Cory and Melanie.

"Melanie, this is Angela and this is Topanga, my fiancée." Angela greeted Melanie with a warm smile, but Topanga greeted her in a cold tone. "Oh, umm, hi, Melanie was it? I'm Topanga."

Brushing off the cold shoulder, Melanie looked in the room. It was very, umm, lived it. She saw that a third bed was pushed into the room, making it looked a little cramped.

Home Sweet Home.