Haley

I regret ever even going to school that day. Life is one big nightmare fro me, and that just proves it. Bret is a no good, spoiled, dirty punk who won't keep his hands off me; and that Jonathon kid, (UGH!), he's just a freak. They're both two guys to defiantly stay away from.

I try Plan: Stay away from school. Part 1.

"Mom, seriously, I'm sick," I tried to convince her, but she's a mom, and she knows I'm up to no good.

"You're fine if you can speak. Now get out of bed before I toss you out of this house so you can walk to school in your pajamas." Let me tell you about my mom. She's not only hard to pass, but she's also knows everything. She has hearing like a bat, eyesight like an owl, and is swift like a cheetah. Never mess with my mom.

"Fine," I toss my bed sheets off from my legs and slowly crawl out of bed.

"That's better now. You have half an hour," she warns me. I turn around and roll my eyes at the wall and begin getting dressed. I had also thought of a simple plan last night. Very simple, but challenging: Make some girl friends in out class. Girls can be so viscous and cruel to each other. If necessary, they'll even rip them to shreds over something as un-important as a guy. Yea, evil.

When I walked into class later that day, Jonathon was already there. I wanted to go up and ask him how he was, but I held myself back. I wanted to give him time to think twice before laying his bony hand on mine. He should have known not to do that after I had to "situation" with Bret. I pretended I didn't see him, and walked over to my seat. ('Bret had better not touch my or his face will have some serious scars'). I was sitting there reading my book.

He dressed me like a queen, and loaded me on to the horses back. I was shackled on my wrists and ankles and my head throbbed. He shoved me right on the edge of the cliff. I could feel rocks tumbling down the side from me weight. Then, I hear several people coming. It was Jarrod!

Suddenly my book got snatched from my hands. It was Bret.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he grabbed my chin again. "It looks like an angel," I attempted to bite him, but he pulled his hand away just in time though "more like a devil."

"Don't touch me, Bret," I hissed. His face came about three inches away from my face. I almost fainted by his breath.

"I, can do, whatever, I want," he cooed slowly so I would understand. "Get the picture?"

"No. what you, can do, is get some Tic-Tacs. Get the picture?" I imitated. I could see his face turn pink. He grabbed the top of my shirt in a threatening way and pulled me closer to his face. I turned my face, and winced.

"I don't take orders, or any of the junk, from anyone. Especially an pathetic girl like you." Excuse me? I know he did not just say that.

"And I don't take anything from a ill-mannered, un-reliable, terribly rude, selfish, delusional, self-centered, crazy dirt bag like, you." I could hear the girls giggle in the background. By now, everyone watching our little one-on-one. Score: Haley: Completely awesome. Bret: Getting his butt whooped. I love this game.

Mr. Henderson walked in the room. "Mr. Thornton, please take your hand off of Ms. Walker and take a seat in the back of the room." Mission accomplished. The only thing I had to worry about was what he'd do to me after school. Whatever it is, I can manage. You see, I did forget to mention one, little detail. But you'll have to find that out later.

Bret walked head down cursing to the rear end of the room. Where he belonged. The rear-end of the room will really enjoy a fellow rear-end. Ha. I could see Jonathon looking at me through the corner of my eye. It was a blank expression.

"Thank you Mr. Thornton," he turned to me. "And are you alright Ms. Walker?" I glanced at Jonathon, then looked back.

"Yes, sir."

"Great now lets get on with out work for today. For this next exercise, we will need to brush up on our math skills. I did remind you to bring your math books today, correct?" The class murmured an un-unitized 'yes'. I reached down to my book bag and grabbed my math book.

"Yes indeed. Alright, if you will turn to page 95 you will find-" I drowned out of my mind. I flopped the book on the desk, and thought '95, page 95, 95'. Then as soon as the book hit the desktop the book opening and the pages turned this way and that. It seemed to go for a few seconds until the last page turned revealing page 95. I was dumb-stricken, flabbergasted, astounded! I've never seen anything like this. Not even on movies. It must have been a coincidence. Nothing more.

I was wrong. Later that day I caught up with Dana and her posse. When I ran up to her, she acted like the stereotype popular "chicks".

"Hmm?"

"Hey. I was wondering if I could eat lunch with you today. I really don't even want to look at Bret again. Do you mind?" It was worth risking. The girls giggled in the background, like I made some terrible mistake.

"Well," she paused to think. "Everyone knows that no one invites themselves to eat with me. I invite them." Oops. "Haley, is it?" I nodded. "Well, Haley. You obviously look decent enough." It examined me up and down. Giggling came from the crowd again. "I suppose that I could make this one exception." I let out my breath. "But…." Great. A flaw. "But, I have to ask you three days in a row, make note that it's in a row, for you to permanently have a seat at our table."

"Thanks, Dana."

"Oh and….don't call me Dana until you have a spot. Alright?" she turned to walk away.

"Okay. But one question." she turned around and raised her eyebrows. "If I can't call you, you know, what do I call you?"

"Well, it's really simple Haley. You see, Rachel here, if you will, takes all my messages. Right a note to me, give it Rachel, and she'll read it to me. I a lot of messages, so if you don't get an immediate reply, know that I'm busy."

"Alright thanks. I'll see you at lunch," I called as she walked away. She paused.

"Yea, see you there."