Jen walked into Mrs. Reidiker's English class. Fortunately, Jen had walked into the room just before the bell had rung. The last thing Jen needed was being late for her first period class on the first day of school.

Jen looked around the classroom searching for a seat. She saw a few empty seats. She saw an empty seat in the front of the room, one in the back of the room, and one in the middle of the room. The empty seat in the middle of the room would have been Jen's first choice, but Dawson was sitting in the desk next to it. It would have been awkward if Jen had sat next to him. Since she did not want to sit in the front of the room, she chose to sit in the back.

Anyways, Jen felt overwhelmed with her thoughts. Was Pacey truly back here in Capeside? On the other hand, was it just her imagination? If it were Pacey, how would everyone else feel? Would they be happy? Was she happy that he was back?

She thought she should have been happy. Nonetheless, she was merely confused. Since Pacey was back, it would only cause conflicts. The last thing Jen felt like dealing with was a conflict. However, Jen did feel guilty that she was only thinking about herself.

"Okay class, my name is Mrs. Reidiker and this is English 12. I hope you all have a great senior year and I hope I do not see any slackers. Just because it's the last year, does not mean you can take the easy route… Now before we get started, let's quickly take attendance," Mrs. Reidiker started, "Teresa Ashburton."

"Here." The girl responded with a foreign accent.

As the teacher continued taking attendance, Jen felt uncomfortable sitting all by herself. The only person she knew in the class was Dawson and at the moment, they weren't exactly talking. Jen assumed that this year would be the worst compared to the other years. She knew she would be all by herself. She had lost all her good friends and making friends was not easy for her especially with her reputation.

"Dawson Leery." Mrs. Reidiker called.

"Here." Dawson replied.

"Jen Lindley." Mrs. Reidiker identified.

"Right here." Jen answered.

At that moment, Jen turned around and gazed at Dawson. Dawson stared back. That moment between them must have been so embarrassing because they knew that they would never be friends again. Since they were not friends anymore and they had a history of a relationship and good friendship, it would be strange. This whole year would be strange.

Mrs. Reidiker finished the attendance, "And last but not least Pacey Witter…."

"He moved." Some of the classmates murmured.

Mrs. Reidiker said, "Oh, well I guess I'll just…"

However, before she continued, the door slowly opened and it was the last person they expected to see. It was Pacey Witter. Mixed emotions had startled both Dawson and Jen. Emotions such as wonder, content, anxious, and so many more had overflowed their spirits.

"I'm sorry I'm late… I have a pass…" Pacey declared.

"And I am assuming you are Pacey Witter." Mrs. Reidiker asked.

"Yes. Yes I am Pacey Witter." Pacey said proud.

"They said you moved." Mrs. Reidiker prompted.

"Well I'm back… Back here in Capeside." Pacey confirmed.

During second period, Jack had walked into one of the school's garage. This class was woodshop, one of the manly classes. In addition, it was an easy A; therefore, Jack had to take the course. This year, Jack took all easy classes such as gym, mechanically workshop, earth science, and more easy A classes. After last year, all Jack wanted was a simple school year.

As he walked into the class, he had seen the last person he would expect to be in this class.

"Andie?" Jack said sitting next to her.

"Oh, hi Jack." Andie said perky.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Jack asked.

"Taking woodshop." She said proud even though she was being sarcastic.

"No seriously what is Andie McPhee doing here, in woodshop." Jack wondered.

"Well you see, I wanted to take all A.P courses this year, but my counselor said I should take some undemanding classes. But I didn't listen and I decided to sign up for all A.P courses. Anyways, the counselor saw my sign up courses and then he called dad. He told dad that I should change some of my classes and here I am in this stupid woodshop." She said in all one breath.

"Well… that seems irrational. It's irrational that someone would want to take all A.P classes. Why would you want to take all A.P courses?" Jack questioned.

"Why wouldn't I?" Andie replied.

"Its senior year and grades don't really matter." Jack presumed.

"They matter to me." Andie declared.

"Whatever." Jack said.

"God! You know, not all of us care about football games or the hot parties. Some of us actually care about going to college next year." Andie said in a tone.

"Yea well some of us care about loosening up and not overstressing. They don't want to have a panic attack every other day… Some people know their limits." Jack snapped.

"Yeah… You know what Jack…" All of a sudden, Andie stopped her words.

"What?" Jack said.

However, Andie was in a cataleptic stage. She was just staring straight in the distance.

"What is it?" Jack conjectured.

Andie did not respond. She was in shock.

Jack turned around to see why his sister was staring. He wanted to know what stopped her from finishing their conversation. Nonetheless, the moment he turned around, he knew exactly why his sister was staring.

"Is that…?" Jack pondered.

"Yes it is." Andie concluded, "Its Pacey…. He's back."

Author's Note: I am so happy that I started this story. However, with Track this spring, I am going to work twice as hard becasue I want this story to stay updated as much as possible. I'll try to update Thursday or Friday... Take Care.