A/N: Zach's in 8th grade.
David Mooneyham pulled up to the public middle school, and Zach instantly jumped out of the car. A bit nervous, while sort of excited at the same time. As soon as his father's car pulled away, he walked up to the front of the school, and walked in. His schedule read that he would be in homeroom 243, so he went there. As soon as he got there he saw that there were spiral notebooks on every desk with students names on them.
He found his own, at a table with another student. The other student was named Adam Michaels. The bell rang and floods of students came into the classroom, Zach sat down and waited for something that told him what he should do next. All the other students had their backpacks as well, so he didn't feel out of place.
Adam Michaels walked in, the only way Zach knew it was Adam is because he sat next to Zach. Adam had short spiked brown hair and light green eyes. He wore a pair of khaki pants and a white polo shirt with baby blue stripes. He looked and Zach and smiled, "Hi. I'm Adam."
"Zach." Zach said, staring down at his notebook thingy.
"Are you new here?" Adam asked.
"Yeah." Zach replied, looking at Adam.
"Wanna make your first friend?"
"Huh?"
"Not exactly brilliant are you?" Adam asked, messing around with Zach.
"Um… I don't understand the first question." Zach replied.
"Oh, heh, I guess it didn't make that much sense huh?"
"Not really."
"Well, wanna be friends?"
"Sure." Zach said, Adam was the popular prep, and Zach was the new kid. 'Why would he want to be friends with me? I mean… I'm the new kid.' He thought to himself, shrugging.
Their homeroom teacher, Mr. Andrews, began to speak, "Alright, if you look at the inside cover of your planner you'll find out where your locker is, what your combo is. Blah, blah, blah." He waited for people to look at their locker stuff.
Zach locked at his planner, he was at locker #2034. His combination was 48-7-46. 'Easy enough to remember.' He thought to himself.
Adam looked at Zach again, "Locker number?"
"2034."
"Mine is 2033." Adam replied, "Looks like we're locker neighbors."
"Excellent."
Mr. Vito then started to talk again. "Alright, I'm going to pass out your schedules now. You can have some time to compare them, and all the jazz. Then you can go to your lockers, put your stuff away. And then go to your first class."
Zach got his schedule it looked like this:
Day 1:
Homeroom: 243: Mr. Andrews
Math: 243: Mr. Andrews
French: 201: Mrs. Davis
Social Studies: 246: Ms. Kress
Study Hall: 243: Mr. Andrews
Lunch: Cafeteria
Living Environment: 104: Mr. Evans
Lab: 104: Mr. Evans
Day 2:
Homeroom: 243: Mr. Andrews
Music: 135: Miss Victors
French: 201: Mrs. Davis
English: 248: Ms. Barker
Study Hall: 243: Mr. Andrews
Lunch: Cafeteria
Technology: 103: Mr. Marshall
Math: 243: Mr. Andrews
Day 3:
Homeroom: 243: Mr. Andrews
Social Studies: 246: Ms. Kress
Physical Education: Gym: Mr. Nolan
Living Environment: 104: Mr. Evans
Study Hall: 243: Mr. Andrews
Lunch: Cafeteria
English: 248: Ms. Barker
Technology: 103: Mr. Marshall
"Swap." Adam said, handing Zach his schedule.
Zach handed Adam his and took Adam's. "We're in math, French, study hall, English, and gym together." He said, as he looked over Adam's schedule.
"That's cool." Adam replied, handing Zach back his schedule, and taking his own.
A tall boy with blonde hair and green eyes walked over to them. "Hey Adam. Classes?" He wore blue jeans and a white t-shirt that read "Abernacle Tigers" on the front in navy blue writing. On the back it said "Nichols" and then the number 18, in silver writing. There was also a picture of a basketball on his shirt.
Adam handed the boy his schedule. "Travis, this is Zach. Zach this is Travis."
Travis looked at Zach, "Nice to meet you." He said, putting out his hand for Zach to shake it.
Zach took Travis's hand and shook it, "Same."
Adam looked at Travis, "We're in science, math, art, gym, tech, English, and study hall."
'Meaning I'm in math, english, gym, and study hall with this kid...' Zach thought to himself.
"Sweet." Travis replied, sitting on a chair at the table in front of them, there was a girl sitting in the other seat, she had long red hair to her mid back and pale blue eyes, she turned around and looked at Adam and Zach.
"Hey Big Ay." She said, smirking at Adam.
"Hey Tasha." Adam said, smiling at the girl.
"Fine Tasha, don't even note my existence." Travis said, looking at Natasha with a smug expression.
"I believe I was doing that anyways." She said, smirking at Travis. She then looked at Zach, "Natasha McNeary." She told him, smiling at him.
"Zach Mooneyham."
"New?"
"Yeah."
"That's cool."
"I guess…"
Mr. Andrews cleared his throat and everyone shut up and looked at him. "Alright, we're going to go set up lockers and stuff now." He said, "Get out there."
Zach, Travis, Adam, and Tasha walked out of the classroom and towards the lockers. Zach's was number 2034. Adam's was number 2033. Tasha's was number 2032. Travis's was number 2042.
All the other homerooms on that floor were out as well, rooms 246 and 248.
One girl from homeroom 246 ran over to Travis and jumped on his back. "Hey Travis." She said, smiling at him. She had long jet black hair with hot pink tips. She also had brown eyes. She was wearing a black skirt and a pink t-shirt.
"Hey Emma." Travis said with a smile. "This is Zach." He said, pointing to Zach.
Zach looked up at the sound of his name and smiled at Emma. "Hey." He said.
"Hi, I'm Emma." Emma stated, "Emma Briggs."
"Nice to meet you."
"Same."
That had been the fourth person he met in one day, he was pretty amazed by his 'friend count' in one day, and it hadn't even been an hour. Of course, there was still much more time in the day, and Zach was pretty sure that four people was all he'd meet today.
A/N: Okay. Review please!
Reviewers from Chapter 1:
Remussweetie: His sisters are both in 11th grade, a.k.a. 16. And he is still in the band, although it took a lot of screaming to get his father to agree. He is just sad that he doesn't get to see the band members as much.