A/n: Wow. This idea is seriously wacky.

Summary: I am Zoey Brooks. Or at least… I was. However strange things get… I will always be Zoey Brooks right?

Chapter one:

Hi! I'm Zoey Brooks. I'm a sophomore at Pacific Coast Academy. At 15 years old I am… pretty. I've never seen myself as pretty before. No matter how much Logan, Chase, Michael, Nicole, Dana, Quinn and Dustin tell me so. Unfortunately due to a fight last year, Nicole doesn't live with us anymore. She and Quinn did a room swap, so we have to put up with Quinnsane-early-morning-jump-roper-experiment-on-us-all-the-time as a roommate. She's not SO bad. Well, most of the time.

"You're gonna be late." Dana says irately. Yeah… uh that's a bad habit of mine. Recently I've been late a lot. Chase usually covers for me. Chase Matthews. He's like my best guy friend. He relates to me a lot, when I fall out with Dana, or Nicole, or even Quinn. Chase is my shoulder to cry on. I sometimes wonder if he's a bit… you know. I wonder sometimes if he swings the other way. Bats for the other side. Wink wink, nudge nudge. You know what I'm saying!
"I can't find my perfume!" I protest. Ok so maybe I seem a little more shallow than usual? Our prom is coming up and I REALLY want to be queen, so I kinda of want every last detail to be perfect. From the way I look even down to how I smell. It's stupid but… I like being popular. Does that make me a bad person? I came back here after break to get my make up reapplied.
"Then use some of mine!" She growls. I grab a random bottle from our bedside cabinet and spray it on my neck and wrists.
"Do you smell…" Dana starts, sitting down.
"Co... coconuts." I yawn. I feel dizzy. I fall to my knees and whack my head REALLY hard on the dresser. Ouch! I think I cracked my skull!

Well… that hurt! I blink.
"Like oh my god… are you ok?" Dana asks. I nod and pull myself up.
"When did you change your clothes?" I question. Did she get dressed out of Nicole's closet today? She's wearing a pink ruffle skirt and a black and white striped T-shirt with the words 'Kiss Kiss' and a large lipstick mark across the bust.
"Um… this morning. Are you sure you're ok? Because if you want we could like, skip school?" She gets a wicked glint in her eyes. Her… heavily mascaraed eyes… Oh geez. How long was I out if she had time to re-do her make-up and change her look? I am SO late. I hit Chase's number and talk quickly into the receiver.
"Hey, I'm late, cover me? Thanks." I hang up and stand up. I never seem to talk to him anymore.
"You're really set on going to school? You know, Logan won't cover you forever." What is with her voice! She's all high pitched and baby-ish.
"Yes, and it was Chase."
"He's covering for you now?"
"What is with you today Dana?"

"Dana?" She laughs. "Wow. I haven't been called that in like forever." She flicks her hair and smiles at me. "I have art so I'll see you later… when you're acting less… weird?" She suggests. "Ciao." She skips off. Ok… there is something seriously wrong with Dana Cruz today. Even weirder… when I go to leave, I walk into a wall. My room is… backwards? Weird much. I think I'm still dizzy from hitting my head. Maybe Dana's right. Maybe I should lie down for an hour or two? Maybe not. I'm already miles behind my science class, and I told Chase to cover for me.

So I run. I end up ridiculously lost. I think I may have had a stroke or something, that makes you see things flip side right? Retracing my steps I have to go very, very backwards. Everything is back to front! There is something very weird about today. But I'll live.

I walk into my science class half way through the listen.
"Nice of you to join us Miss Brooks." Snaps Mr Bender. He's always so nice! Why's he being nasty.
"I'm sorry I'm late… I hit my head and…"
"She must have hit her head if she thinks she can wear THAT outfit." Says a girl with a smile. I've never seen her before but she's like amazingly gorgeous. She must be new.
"Excuse me!" I snap. "But where do you get off saying I'm out of style." I am going to be prom queen, I don't care what she says.
"Girls shut up! Detention both of you!"
"But Mr Bender!" She screeches. She stands up and stompsher stilletto. " Are you FORGETTING who I am?"
"Yes yes, I know. Zoey detention, now just sit down and shut up." UGH!

I take my usual seat, it's directly in the middle so I don't get confused as to where I sit. But Chase is usually sat beside me. Today he's not, it's some strange boy I've never paid attention to before. Logan's sat on my other side. He looks unusually subdued. I grab my stationary kit, usually pink and pretty, it's now black and silver. Oh well. I scrawl the words 'Since when did you wear glasses? Who's the new kid.' I pass him the note.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" He whispers. He shakes his head and screws up the note. I'm used to Logan being a jerk. Thank god something is right with the world today! The next thing I notice is Mr Bender is writing on the board backwards. Mirror writing. I open my book, expecting to see mirror writing in there too. But instead I see very illicit drawings. The boy beside me smirks.
"Sir, someone's graffitied my book." I say.
"Miss Brooks! I will not tell you again shut the hell up." I jolt slightly. Teachers are so not allowed to talk to you like that!
"Dude, lay off!" Snaps the boy beside me. "Come on Zo, we're off for a smoke." He takes my arm. I grab my bag and he drags me out. "Fucking jerk." He mumbles under his breath.

I have no choice but to follow him. He takes me outside, and leans against the bike sheds. I can't help notice that he is incredibly cute. Long messy black hair that falls onto his neck and into his eyes. He has pretty eyes. Green. He's wearing black jeans, a very tight whiteT-shirt and a black jacket. He's absolutely… gorgeous. I think he's wearing black eye liner aswell. Daring.
"Here…" He hands me a cigarette. Now I have never been a smoker, so I don't know what gives him the idea that I smoke. I take it and lean against the shed. Perhaps just this once. Just this once I'll break free of goodie two shoes Zoey, and take a risk. He lights up and I hesitate. He laughs. "Will you EVER remember your own lighter?" I think he has me confused with somebody else but… whatever. I'm still so PO'ed at that girl. He leans across, flicks the lighter and sparks up the cigarette. I relax and draw back. YAK! Eugh! How can people do this eugh! I cough and I splutter. He snickers.
"Since when were you too lady-like to draw back?" He asks.
"Oh shut up." I mumble.

"Ignore her…" He says eventually.
"What?"
"Stuck up diva prom queen girl." He shrugs. "She's…"
"A stuck up diva? Yeah I got that." I sigh. I choke once again on the cigarette and decide then and there that I'm never going to be a smoker. EVER. Ugh! He starts to blow smoke rings.
"Catriona Mendela's party tonight. Still wanna go?"
"Are you asking me out?" I ask. He's so hot! I wanna marry this guy. Screw the fact that I've never heard of this Catriona girl.
"Well, we can either go to her party or we can stay in." He winks. Oh my god! I'm gonna faint. I've never had a crush on a star, but this must be how Nicole feels when she sees Jesse McCartney on TV. It's like, I wanna faint.
"Pick me up at…"
"Seven." He smirks. "I know." Ok it's a stupid tradition I have, but when I really like a guy he has to pick me up at 7. It's my lucky number…
"Yeah…"

The bell rings. Lunch period. He swears loudly. Ok, we'll have to work on the potty mouth and the smoking but… other than that this guy is perfection incarnate.
"I got a Lunchtime detention and if I skip again… Dragon's gonna kill me." Dragon's what the bad kids call Mr Dirga.
"Ok, so… I'll see you at 7." I say. He nods and stubs out his cigarette. I take this as my leave to do the same. It's just been burning in my hand anyways, I'm so not cut out to be a smoker. He turns to me.
"If the party's lame, we ditch and go to my room yeah…"
"But…"
"I gotta run." He placed his hands on my waist and leans me against the wall. He tilts his head and kisses me full on the lips. Wow. This guy is amazing. He's a great kisser, tastes a little like an ashtray but… that may be me. He forces his tongue deep into my mouth and I pull him closer. Now I know what you're thinking… I don't even know his name and we're smoking and french kissing behind the bike sheds. I'm not slut I swear down. It's just oh my god… this guy. If you'd met him you'd know. He reluctantly pulls back.
"REALLY gotta go. I'll catch you later ok Zo." He saunters off. WOW!

I walk into the cafeteria crashing into doors and walls on the way. Partially because everything's backwards but partially because I feel almost giddy. Dana sees me and grins.
"Zoey!" She screams loudly.
"Sheesh! You trying to burst my ear drums?" I snap at her. She continues to smile. I sit down beside her. The table acts weirdly. Well, the people AT the table start acting strangely.
"YOU'RE sitting with US?" Asks Logan skeptically.
"YOU'RE still wearing those dorky glasses?" I growl. He avoids eye contact. Dana pauses and sighs.
"Zo don't be so down on him all the time."

"Sor-ree." I grumble. "It's just… Dana…" I breathe deeply. "I'm in love." Nicole gasps and spills her soda all down her front. What is she wearing! Oh my god she looks like she fell out of the used laundry basket. She's wearing a really baggy grey jumper, with stains all down the front. Her usually pristine blow dried hair lies in knots at her shoulders, and she ism't waering any make up. She looks awful/
"Are you CRAZY!" Dana screams at me.
"DO YOU HAVE A VOLUME BUTTON!" Nicole demands. When did she get all aggressive?
"If Chase hears you say that… he'll… he'll kill him!"
"Chase?" I ask skeptically.
"Zoey you're Chase Matthews GIRL, you do NOT just go round 'falling in love.'" Logan gasps in shock.
"Listen… sweetheart." I say in my most sarcastic voice. "I am NOBODY'S 'girl' ok. Especially Chase's." Well I'm not. Apart from the fact I think he bats for the other side, the guy is my best friend.
"Daniella… you're the only one she'll listen to." Nicole says shaking her head.
"You know you guys are all severely brain damaged. Don't talk to me again until you're feeling less insane!" I stand up and stalk off.

I go up to my room to pick my outfit for tonight. I catch sight of myself in the mirror. Oh my god! I do what any sane person would do.

I SCREAM.

A/n: Hehehe. You think this is weird? You haven't scratched the surface yet.