A/N: This second chapter is written continuous to Katherine's great first chapter; and yes Katherine, I did start it in Francoise's POV, to your request.

Title: A wish come true

Chapter: 2- Regrets are such useless things

Francoise's P.O.V.

It was a gloomy day, the clouds over shadowed the sky like mist of doom and I seemed to be feeling the same way. For the last few hours I had a huge headache troubling me, and it wouldn't go away. I felt as if I needed to remember something that I had recently forgotten. I looked over at the window pane, it was fogged, and the paint was peeling off. "Francoise, Francoise, hurry up!" I looked over at my brother, he was holding my jacket. Today was the first day of collage, and I was completely lost in everything.

I made my through the crowded halls of the school, unable to catch a glimpse of what my new school was like. I rapidly took a seat in the front row and began copying the four boards. The class was eerily quiet, too quiet. Another classmate approached me; his eyes were the color of fiery amber. "Hey, my name's Joe Shimamura, I'm new to this school." I smiled politely and whispered; "Me too, but don't tell anyone. It's well known that the new students never have the best of luck." He grinned at me and resumed his seat which was two seats diagonally from me. "Well that's a relief; at least I already talk to someone." I said to myself searching for a pencil in mauve book bag.

I finally found one, sharpened it, and set to work. Later on, I discovered that Joe was in all of classes, luckily enough. The bell rang and before I knew it, it was 7th period, lunch. I looked around to the filled lunchroom, I had no idea where I was going to sit. Then I heard a voice, calling my name in the distance. It was Joe, and he was waving at me from a table surrounded by four other people. I sat down quietly and realize that I hadn't even introduced myself, although a second later I no longer needed to.

"Guys, this is Francoise Arnoul, she's new." Joe said in the same tone that he had used with me before. I nodded and politely said; "Nice to meet you all." We all continued eating and I heard the two other girls that were sitting across from me chatting about some sort of competition at the end of the school year.

"Francoise are you going to try out?" I looked at one of the girls and she said with a smile; "Sorry about that, my name's Cynthia, I was asking about the school competition." A spark on interest lit inside of me. "What's it about?" I asked while sipping fruit punch from my plastic cup. "It's a dance competition Francoise, we're all trying out." Cynthia motioned with the wave of her hand at herself and the girl that was sitting quietly next to her. "Of course there the cheerleading club included." Cynthia said while a look of disgust filled her. "You don't like the cheerleaders?" I inquired more than asked. "Well some of them are all right, but, most of them are just too snobby for anyone to like.

"And here I thought that cheerleaders were all supposed to be popular." The girl next to Cynthia said with a small smile. I let out a small giggle and nodded. "That's what all the teen movies say, but I guess they lie."

"Yeah, you must be right. Hey, I'm Cynthia's loyal supporter of the 'We hate cheerleaders' club, wanna join?" I laughed and said; "Do I have a choice?" For the entire period we laughed and joked.

I picked up my books smiled at Joe in a silent thank you and left to my next class. Suddenly and a student with a video camera came rushing at me, flustered. "Hello, are you Francoise Arnoul. Is it true that in the lunch room you were initiated for the cool group, did you pass? Are you dating anyone now, and are you...." Several more questions smothered me but I discontinued hearing them.

I realize that without noticing, I had been added to the notorious cool group of the school, and that was always trouble.

I regretted coming to school that day, school would be smothering popularity frenzy if I continued this way. I regretted talking to Joe that morning even if he was truly kind to me and he had saved me from my predicament at the lunchroom. But it didn't matter anymore. I sighed and slouched against the lockers.

"Regrets are such useless things..." I murmur to myself.

A/N: So did I do a good job guys, did I follow Katherine's magnificent first chapter well enough? I hope, and don't forget, R/R.