Okay, here is the newest chapter. I am so sorry that it took me so long. Please forgive me, but there has been a lot going on here that wouldn't allow me to add. I can't explain because of some stupid reasons or whatever, but I hope you all understand. Well enjoy.

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BTW- I hope you all realize this is suppose to be in a high school at this day in age, because, sadly I have no clue what it is like back in the days that they characters went to high school. (Sorry if I just offended anyone.)


I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
Fin left to school early. He made sure to be out before either parent got up and headed to the park. It was still early, a little before six, but James and Kyle were there. He took only one hit, only wanting to be out for a little bit, it had been his first hit in about a week. He knew better than to get high before school but it didn't matter. Not after last night. He didn't care this morning.

"Dominique will be here soon. He's got the cops followin' him so I would bust," Derek said, approaching the three guys.

"What, kill another bitch?" Kyle asked.

"I'm out, hook up with ya all later," Fin said, throwing his trash in a near trashcan before stumbling away to school.

"Babe, come on!"

"I said no more. You and your fuckin' drugs go date someone else," Taylor yelled. Fin looked at her before blowing her off when his eyes caught with Olivia.

"Hey girl," he said, approaching her. He put an arm around her but it was quickly knocked down. "I am so stoned," he said for no reason. She eyed him.

"Try this," she said, putting her index finger in front of him. "Touch my finger, then touch your nose." Fin started to touch her finger, pointing his index out. He first moved very slowly before suddenly speeding up and hit her knuckles making her crack up. "Close enough, now your nose."

"What is this for?"

"To see if you're stone," Olivia replied with a giggle.

"I'm not stone!" he stated definitively.

"Then touch you nose," Olivia challenges. Fin started to point his right index towards his nose but got distracted. He was suddenly intensively studying his own finger, but not moving it once. "Focus!" Olivia said, waving a hand between his face and finger. He reposed himself and tried to touch his nose, managing to poke his left eye.

"You made me do that!" he accused.

"Man, you are wasted," Olivia replied, shaking her head.

"Duh, I already said that," he said, his eyes turning bloodshot by the minute.

"MmmHmm… my advice to you is to skip first before you get kicked out. I'll get Alex…" Alex interrupted Olivia.

"Hey," she smiled.

"Can you write Fin a pass?"

"Sure… Wasted?" she teased.

"Majorly," Olivia laughed.

"Funny," he said, before going back to studying his index finger.

"So, what's up with the new girl? Any juicy details we can spread?" Alex said as she sat down to get paper out of her binder.

"Actually, she is pretty cool," Olivia said.

"Oh… come on, there has to be something," Alex teased.

"Hmm…" Tim running up behind Alex stopped Olivia in mid thought.

"Hey sweets," he said in a Boston accent, kissing her neck.

"Hey," she said gleaming. Olivia looked down at the two of them. Alex was pretending to work on writing the note for Fin. After she finished, signature and all, she handed it to Fin, and stood up as Tim continued.

"Ya know what, I'm goin go to class," Olivia said, getting annoyed with the scene. She patted Fin on the back before leaving for first period.

Abbie walked in the school slowly. It was a smaller school than her old one, but had more people. She headed to her locker, head down the whole way. She hated this new school and wished more than anything to be back home. After getting into the bottom locker, she stood up, her right hand holding her left knee in semi pain.

"Hey," she heard an unfamiliar voice say. At first she thought it was to someone else until Marcus ran up to her. "Hey… Abbie right?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said giving a slight smile.

"It's Marco, we met yesterday," he said, trying to start conversation, but Abbie stayed silent. "So, what class do you have first?"

"Um… Trig," Abbie said. "With Mr. Flick," Abbie said, trying to recall her classes. One of the biggest changes where that she was more advance than the rest of the freshman here because of here AP classes.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah…"

"Well, I'll walk you," he said, grabbing at her books. She shifted her books so he couldn't get to them as she said: "You really don't have to. I don't want…"

"Don't worry about it, I have that class too," he said with a smile.

"Okay," she said. He looked so much like Sean.


Flashback

"Come one Abigail. Just come with me," Sean begged.

"Sean, you are drunk. Ya don't need to be out…"

"I'm fine!" he insisted, fumbling with his keys.

"Sean, get out of that car!" Abbie yelled.

"Don't you ever yell at me Abigail," he stated harshly. Sean was her best friend and always will be, but he was always a jackass when he was drunk like he was now.

"Sean, please just get out of the car, I'll drive you home," she said. She was only fourteen at the time, and knew it was illegal but didn't care.

"I ain't lettin' ya touch my car," he said.

"Then we can walk!" Abbie suggested.

"You have ten seconds to get in the car before I'm gone," he warned. Abbie just stood there. There was nothing she could do since everyone at the party was drunk and she wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Just be safe," she whispered before he turned on the car and left. Since he was her ride she called her older brother and had him pick her up. He questioned her a little, but not to bad. As they drove, police cars and fire trucks pasted them.

"I bet ya one of the drunks at that party," her brother said. As the got closer Abbie saw that it was Sean car in the ditch along with another.

"Ohmigosh! That's…stop!" Abbie said in tears. Her brother lessoned as he pulled the car over. She quickly got out and ran to she the car smashed on the driver's side as the lifted two wrapped bodies up the hill.

"What happened," Abbie heard her brother ask a cop.

"Well, looks like Mr. Lockdens was drunk hit the other car and pushed both in the ditch. Sean and the other driver are dead. The other car is from St. Louis, his wife and two kids were in the back," the cop, a friend of her brother's answered. It was a smaller town, were everyone one knew most everyone, even thought the Carmichael just moved there.

Abbie just stood there. Tears pouring down her cheek as her neighbor, a volunteer fireman took her in his car as he called her parents. Sean, who was two years older than Abbie, lived across the street from her.


"You okay?" Marco asked.

"Yeah, sorry," Abbie said, wiping a tear that was forming. They turned into a half full room and sat near the back. Marco introduced her to everyone. She also founded out that Marco was a junior and single. Mary, who sat on the other side of Abbie, was a real bitch to the people in the front of the room. It didn't take Abbie long to figure out that she, some how magically got mixed up with the popular crowd. Everyone quieted down when a short bald man walked in. He locked the door behind him and smirked. Everyone giggle like it was some sort of joke. It wasn't until Abbie saw a tall, muscular guy try to get in that she got the joke. He was always tardy, Mary explained to her.

"Okay, everyone pretend to be working," Mr. Flick said. Everyone obeyed. Mr. Flick then opened the door to the rather upset boy. "Mr. Jackson, you realize that you are disrupting my teaching," he said, smiling.

"Yeah, like you teach," Jackson's reply shot back. Everyone burst out in laughter at that.

"Okay," Mr. Flick said, attempting to gain semi control. He turned on the overhead to show a problem. Abbie looked at it, and Marco explains what she was supposed to do. After coping the problem, she worked it out slowly. It had been about a month since they went over it in Texas.

Mr. Flick started roll as they did so.

"Okay, is Miss Abigail Carmichael here?" he asked. Abbie raised her hand. "Okay, and do you know what you are suppose to be doing?" he asked. Abbie nodded.

"Marco is showing me," she said sheepishly.

"Oh… poor you," he said. "So, while we are waiting, like to tell the class where you are from?" he asked.

"Texas," she said, her voice reassuring the class.

"Awe… what grade?"

"9th," she said.

"Hmm…" he said, looking around. "I think you are the only one in this class since we loss Chad. So you like New York?" he asked.

"Well, um… I mean, it is different," she said shrugging.

"You aren't an Aggie are you?" one kid asked. Abbie shook her head in disgust.

"No, Longhorn," she said, smiling.

"Awe… you and Ms. Taylor will get along fine," Mr. Flick said. When Abbie gave a confused look he explained that Ms. Taylor was the P.E. teacher and track coach.

The rest of the hour was well wasted. They talked a lot about nothing and Abbie soon figured out why she had been so far ahead of them in Texas.