Roxanne slowly walked down the halls of her new school in a plaid skirt, white blouse, and white tennis shoes. She felt absolutely miserable and her father's voice kept repeated over and over in her mind 'Have a nice day!' If anybody I knew saw me like this, I'd be a laughing stock. Roxanne stood outside her first class Foods and was hesitating to enter, "Why can't I just drop out?" She entered the class and quickly handed her transfer papers to the nun at the front desk.

The nun smiled at her, then turned her attention to the class, "Well class we have a new addition, Roxanne Trakker. Please make her feel welcome."

Roxanne stood there nervous she couldn't even manage a weak smile. All eyes were upon her when she'd rather not be noticed at all. Can this be anymore embarrassing!

Then the nun led her into one of the small kitchens, "I'll assign you to group number 5. They will fill you in on our latest creations. Now class we need to finish making our 5 course meals for the school board. Remember they will determine your final grades."

Roxanne reluctantly walked over to her group. A tall blond girl name Meagan approached her first; it was apparently she was the leader just by the snobby tone of her voice, "Well newcomer we've kind of gotten everything in order. We just need somebody to make some stuffing to go with our prize-winning pork." She then forces a canister of Stove Top Stuffing in her hand.

"Umm...I've never cooked before," Roxanne looked at the canister uncertain what to do with it.

Meagan and her group members just look at her with horror struck faces, "Well all you have to do is read the directions. Their pretty straight forward." Before Roxanne could complain any further, Meagan and the rest of the group sat around the table gossiping as they finish their entrees with garnishes.

Ten minutes passed by before Meagan came back to check up on her. "Where's the stuffing? It should be done by now."

Roxanne stood by the stove taping her fingers on the counter, "Oh I'm still waiting for it to be done. The direction said to cover it…but I'm not sure if I'm supposed to take it off the stove or not. The directions are not very explanatory"

Meagan turned off the stove hastily and took off the lid, "YOU BURNED IT!"

"What?!" Roxanne took a fork and took a bit of it, "It's not burnt just some added flavor."

Meagan and her friends were furious, "You dolt can't you read, it says to remove from stove! Gosh this is like unheard of, nobody burns Stove Top Stuffing. Now it's going to be all your fault if we get a bad grade!"

"Well there's nothing wrong with burnt stuffing. I've eaten a lot of burnt food before there's nothing wrong with it," she argued.

"So basically you like to eat out of people garbage cans," Meagan snickered with her friends giggling behind her.

Roxanne balled her first, but before she could make a comeback the bell rang and the girls walked out acting like she didn't exist.

The rest of her day didn't go as well either. Apparently the whole school knew what she did in a matter of minutes. During History, English, and Math class she kept hearing snickering remarks behind her back. It was finally lunchtime and the horrible day was almost over. She hoped that maybe her father might reconsider forcing her to come here, after telling him her bad experiences. She held her lunch tray looking out among the numerous tables cluttered with gossiping girls. There was nobody she knew, except Jessenia Hayes. I wouldn't be caught dead sitting with her. She's crazy, plus Dusty would kill me if he found out. Hmm…maybe I should just tell Dusty where my dad enrolled me, maybe that would get me out of here. An evil grin appeared on her face with this realization. Roxanne picked an abandon table and chose to sit by herself, but to her displeasure this wasn't going to allow her to eat in peace.

Meagan spoke in a loud tone so the whole cafeteria could hear here, "I swear who knew Trakker took in orphans off the street. The poor thing doesn't even know how to take care of herself eating out of garbage cans and has the intelligence of a monkey."

Roxanne picked up her fork and stabbed it into her chicken feeling like her veins were being lighted on fire. I can't get in a fight. I promise dad I'd never do it again. She ignored the comments and continued to eat.

Another girl mention, "Did you catch that strange odor off her? I'm not sure if its fish or cabbage."

"I saw her doodling in her note book. Drawing pentagrams, weapons, and blood on stick figures. She's like very disturbed probably an occult member," A girl followed holding the cross around her neck.

Meagan added, "She has these weird marks on her body. I saw them in gym class…probably tried to kill herself. Who can blame her?"

"That's it!" She shouted holding her fork firmly in her hand as she headed over to Meagan table. Oh I'm not going to lecture you just murder you with my fork!

Jess stood up as she notice Roxanne was out to get blood. She stood in front of Roxanne stopping her from going any further, "Don't let them bother you."

"Don't let them bother me! Their making fun of me! I ain't gonna stand for it!"

Meagan laugh, "Oooo poor Roxy just wants our pity…would you like our lunches it's obvious you don't eat enough."

Jess turned around to face Meagan with an evil grin on her face, "You know you better be nice to my friend here."

"Why should I?" Meagan snapped back.

"Because you don't want to a) my elbow accidentally slipping onto your brandnew nose during basketball training, b) sitting in my immediate proximity during Chemistry or c) Father McNeill to know that you sweet new perfume is actually the stench of a cigarette made from a certain illegal plant."

"You wouldn't dare, Hayes!"

"Try me, Mallory!"

Jess stared Meagan straight into the eyes, without even blinking. Knowing Jess didn't make empty threats, Meagan swallowed.

"Come on girls," Meagan said. "The loser virus is contagious."

"Then better hurry before Roxanne and I get infected."

Roxanne raised an eyebrow. She didn't know Jess very well - thanks to Dusty- but apparently, she wasn't that much of a nutcase. Even it was hard to do, Roxy was kinda impressed by Jess' threats and Meagan's reaction to it. But as usual, she didn't show it.

"Don' worry about her," Jess said. "Now that she knows that I'm on your side, she'll leave you alone."

"Really?" Sarcasm was dripping from Roxy's voice.

"Yep," Jess said putting her tray down and sitting across from Roxanne. "She's a brainless bitch, but not stupid enough to break a quiet school law: Don't mess with Jess. Trust me, Meagan's just big words. That's why we call her Brag-an."

Roxanne snorted and mustered Jess. "Don't mess with Jess?"

"Well… let me put it this way. I have a knack for practical jokes."

"Isn't it bad for your reputation to be seen with me?"

"I don't care what other people think. I do what I want, with whom I want and when I want. Us outsiders should stick together."

"What if your dad finds out about that?"

"Who says he will?" Waggling her eyebrows, Jess took another spoon of her dessert.