I was never the type of person to automatically start out with who I am, that's probably crucial when telling a story like the one I'm going to tell you. So there you have it, I'm Daveigh Weatherfield. That's Daveigh, pronounced Davey. Yes, like Davey Crockett, and no, I don't like jokes about it. I'm a girl, but that's pretty obvious by now. I play lacrosse and swim, the former being more unheard of in Playa Linda High. Playa Linda was more about surfing than anything else, but I'd moved from a state that took pride in its football and lacrosse, unlike here. It was a big change, but I've gotten used to the questioning looks when I tell people I play lacrosse. I'm tall, not abnormally tall, but a good size, 5'7, nothing special.

The bottom line of this whole reason for me not wanting to explain myself is that I am nothing like Callie. She makes my long blonde hair look mousy and ratty compared to her silky brown locks. I've got nothing up on her, absolutely nothing.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, holding out a hand to Brain as I flipped my hair over my shoulder with ease, only to cover up my embarrassment. Bradin shook my hand in a joking manner, giving me a half smile before standing up and brushing himself off.

"Sorry about that, didn't realize that this was a no parking zone." He gestured to the area of the room that he'd been standing in before having me knock his off his feet.

I sneered at him, letting out a sarcastic snort of approval at his humor. Together we walked over to the only two empty seats at the back of the classroom, it was a known fact that in the first few weeks of school the teachers always needed to sit us in alphabetical order, even if we were already juniors and the majority of them knew us by name. I looked over at Bradin, "These are the W's. Westerly," I pointed at the desk closest to the isle, "Weatherfield." I sighed, sitting down in my seat.

"I can tell you're going to be an awesome tour guide." He slinked into his chair as I pulled out a notebook from my bag and a pencil from behind my ear.

"Exactly." Was my response.