They entered the room to find the class a talking and not paying attention to a stressed teacher.

"Girls!" She strode over to them. "You are 10 minutes late. Take your seats now."

They walked in-between the desks to the back.

"Are you really ok?" Christy asked.

Torrie nodded.

A guy next to Christy kept throwing sideways glances at her.

"Hey, im John," he said.

"Hi, im Christy…what are we supposed to be doing?"

He laughed.

"I don't think you should ask me. I never pay attention in this class."

Christy giggled.

He kicked his feet on top of the desk, and attempted to balance a ruler on his nose.

"Mr. Cena, if you wouldn't mind taking your feet off my desk, I would be very thankful."

"Sorry miss," he said, grinning at Christy. "So are you new or something?" He whispered.

"Uh…yeah I am. This school is really big…"

"Oh, nah. It's just like that cause you are new here. But if you've been here for heaps of boring years, you know this place like the back of your hand……whoa, that's new," he said, mocking a surprised tone, whilst staring at the back of his hand.

Christy giggled.

At the end of the period, Torrie and Christy headed out.

"See you Christy!" John waves his arms crazily.

"Uh…bye John," she giggled.

Christy and Torrie headed out into the corridors along with all the other students.

"I have Accounting now. What do you have?"

Christy opened her bag to check her diary when someone charged into her, knocking her backwards. Her books were sprawled over the floor.

"Arghh….what the-?"

A dark haired boy was lying next to her.

"Hey, watch where you're going, jerk!" Torrie shouted at him.

She grabbed Christy's arm and helped her up. The boy quickly sprung up and continued to run through the hall, bumping everyone out of his way, constantly checking over his shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah I am," Christy said, gathering up her books.

"That was Dave Batista. He also hangs out with Stacy," Torrie said, rolling her eyes.

"Speaking of Stacy," Christy asked as discreetly as possible, "what's her deal? Why does she act like that around you?"

"Well…" Torrie sighed, "she and I used to be best friends for as long as I can remember. We did everything together until…well I guess high school changes people."

Christy still didn't think that was the full story, but she left it at that.

"Hey Christy, I better get to Accounting now. If I've still got Mrs Steinlarken, she will give me a detention if im late," Torrie said, rolling her eyes.

Christy headed upstairs to maths.

The room was stuffy, as there was only one window. It wasn't open. Some students were inside already.

Christy chose her seat near the back, and sat there, her head resting on her hands.

A few more students entered including a familiar dark haired boy, who did a double take on Christy. He headed straight for her, and took the seat on her left.

"Hey, im sorry," he said to her.

"Wha-?" She turned, and saw that it was the boy who knocked her down earlier. Dave Batista.

"Oh…yeah sure," she said, a little too quickly.

"I really am…I didn't realise you were there."

"Its ok…im fine."

"Guess it'll take a lot longer to win your trust…right?"

"Just as long as you don't crash into me down anymore hallways again."

"Oh, I don't know…I might have to consider that one," he said, grinning.

Christy laughed. That lesson went by quite fast, as they were just given a start-of-term work sheet. Dave spent most of the lesson balancing MNM's on his desk, while Christy kept trying to blow them over. She ended up having eaten half of them, while Dave was ordering her to buy him some food, as that was his lunch.

At the end of that lesson, she met Torrie and Lita outside in the courtyard.

Suddenly, John came rolling through on a motorised scooter chucking blue pamphlets everywhere. He spotted Christy, and slowed to a stop next to her while other students were running to pick up the pieces of paper.

"Hey Christy," he said. "You coming to the party?"

"What? What party?"

"Oh, you know, just a party," he added with a shrug.

"Uh, ok," she said as John handed her a piece of paper.

"You guys want to come?" He asked Torrie and Lita.

"Sure," said Torrie, taking the invites.

"Sweet, ill see you guys there," he said, rolling off again.

"Great, a party," Lita retorted, sarcastically.

As they sat down on a bench, Christy spotted Stacy and her friends standing by the drinking fountain with a few guys hovering around them. They were wearing their cheerleading uniforms.

"Uh, honestly," Torrie said, seeing Stacy too. "It's not like they have training or anything, and they still go around the school in those stupid little uniforms."

Christy could see that the cheerleaders were talking about them as well.

The day passed in a blur. It was 5:23pm, and Christy's arms were laden with books. She kicked the door open and trudged inside. The room was bathed in a white light, as the setting-sun shone through the window. It was amazing how the weather could change so dramatically. Torrie was on the computer.

Christy heaved her bags onto the bottom bunk and sunk into one of the beanbag chairs.

"Tired?" Torrie asked, still facing the computer.

"Yeah, I didn't get enough sleep last night. Hey, who else shares this dorm with us?"

"Uh Lita, Jackie and Joy. I think Lita is with her boyfriend…Jackie I think has her sports council meeting, so she would be a bit late. Joy should be coming home from Italy today. Looks like she's stuck with the window-seat as a bed," she laughed, gesturing to the window. "Hey, help yourself to some food," she motioned to the coffee table in the centre of the room, which held a plate of sandwiches, a bowl of lollies and a jug of juice.

As she grabbed a caramel crème, a girl with wavy, dirty blonde hair walked into the room.

"Hey Tor. Oh, you must be Christy," she said with a smile. "Im Jackie Gayda," she replied, leaning over to grab a gummy bear.

Suddenly Lita burst into the room, panting heavily. Hordes of students behind her were all running towards the staircase.

"Guys, come quick……there's a fight downstairs!"