My next class was rather uneventful thankfully. I didn't share it with Ace or any of the boys from his car this morning, so it was quiet. Most of the class itself was spent going over the curriculum, which left no room for embarrassing myself Infront of the class.

The next class though would be with Eyeball, and I was still reeling about his comment this morning. While I was putting the textbooks I accumulated from my last two classes in my locker, Eyeball came up and leaned against the recently unoccupied lockers beside me. "Ready?" He asked.

I shut my locker door, and spun the lock, giving him a nod. He was off immediately, and I followed close behind, almost needing to jog to keep up with him. He wasn't necessarily walking faster than normal, but his strides were clearly longer than my short legs could make at the same pace.

While we were heading to our shared class, he pointed out a couple rooms on the way, one was to be my English class with Mrs. Gruwell, and the other was Biology with Mr. Wilder. I was not looking forward to that class; Chemistry I mean. I did decently in school, but anything science just bores me to tears. I had the hardest time in those classes simply, because they were too boring for me to retain any information.

Eyeball informed that our extra curriculars will be on the west side of the building, and that he'd show me where Home Ec. and choir were located after lunch sometime since he had his Shop class at that time.

"Here we are." He said, opening the wooden door and to my surprise holding it there for me to enter first.

I thanked him as I entered through the doorway, making the immediate mistake of looking at the faces of the students. As soon as Eyeball entered behind me there were giggles, and many clusters of girls whispering to each other behind their hands once again. I didn't see their point to whisper though as I could hear them clearly.

"She isn't here one full day, and she is already a hood's pet."

I wondered if this is what Eyeball meant by, I would "regret this". He simply helps me out, shows me a few classes and holds one door open and I am already his "pet".

Eyeball just moved to the end of the classroom and leaned up against the wall instead of taking a seat, so I followed suit. He seemed a bit surprised that I stood by him, but he didn't mention anything about it. I guess the normal and smart thing to do when being in a certain unliked someone's company would be to create as much distance between you and them as possible.

I don't believe it would work in this case though. It would just raise suspicions that something was going on between us. He was only showing me around, and so far, not a single person has even bothered to offer their help with this task, so it wasn't like either of us had a choice in the matter. Not that I was unappreciative of his help. I was just sure he would rather be doing something else than point out my classes to me, and have rumors spread about the school.

The whispered stopped though when Mrs. Marshall came sauntering into the room. She was attractive I thought; possibly 30 something, long dyed blonde hair in an elegant updo, her makeup was a little heavy, but not enough to discredit her looks. I had a feeling she was the teacher most of these teen boys probably fantasized about in class, and most the girls envied.

"All of you get up and stand on the walls, take a seat when I call out your name." The students did as she said, some with a few groans and dragging their feet on their way to a wall. Now I understood why he didn't take a seat, he must have known this teacher, and how she seats her students.

Most everyone kept their distance from Eyeball and me, that was until the door swung open, 3 names into her list.

"Mr. Mudgett, late on the first day I see. That will not do well for you this year." Mrs. Marshall said, giving the boy a pointed look, and tapping her heeled toe on the linoleum. The boy only gave a grin in return.

He Had the regular pair of jeans, with black engineer boots, and a plain white tee, with his hair greased back. So, it was no question this guy probably didn't care about being late, however the grin many me suspect it was more than just not caring.

"Sorry Mrs. Marshall." He all but purred out. I raised an eyebrow at the tone, confirming now, he really was late on purpose.

"Well I think 20 minutes after school will be a suitable punishment. Now go stand against a wall."

And there was his reasoning, instead of being let down from the punishment of having to stay an extra 20 minutes, He smiled big, and didn't even try to pretend he was upset. I wondered if the teacher understood that this certainly wasn't a punishment for this boy; Afterall it's not like he is making an effort to act like it was.

The kid sauntered across the classroom and stood beside Eyeball, giving me an "appreciative" look as he passed by, that made me cross my arms over defensively and ignore his gaze. Eyeball and "Mudgett" swiped their palms across one another's subtly, as they shared a grin.

It didn't shock me that they'd be palls, it seems their entire group dress similar and carry themselves with unnecessary pride.

Mrs. Marshall eventually finished seating us within the class and to my (luck?), I was seated close to Eyeball, and even his friend Jackson or "Jackie" Mudgett, according to the teacher's list of names.

As you can imagine Jackson wasted no time in Telling the teacher,

"You can call me Jackie doll." Giving her a wink as he once again sauntered, over to his assigned seat. The Teacher rolled her eyes but continued down her list after that.

I also found out Eyeball's real name was Richard; however, he did correct her as to what he goes by, in a much less flirtatious and obnoxious way than his friend. Whether a distinguished lady of education such as herself would be calling one of her students Eyeball though, I highly doubt.

Vince and I were seated side by side, while Eyeball was designated to the seat in front of Vince, so we were all within chatting distance. I was relieved for this, though they weren't necessarily friends, especially "Mr. Suave" beside me; I felt comfortable being seated semi close to someone I already knew.

The rest of the class went by smoothly, despite her already assigning homework. Luckily though it was just to see where everyone was at so far with their knowledge of the class, mostly to be sure she can focus in areas many of us might struggle in.

Once that was done the rest of the classes before lunch dragged on uneventfully. Biology with Mr. Wilder was a headache from the beginning. He wasted no time in diving into the material, saying he had much to go over and only a few months to go over it.

I had to put my note taking skills to the test in his class, since science was never my strong suit, and to add to the struggle Mr. Wilder went over material fast! It took everything out of me to keep up with my notes as he went through, I wondered if I would be able to even read what I wrote once I got home.

Once the bell rang, I sighed in relief and dropped my pencil as if it was a searing hot rod and stretched out my fingers to work them through the harsh cramp. I have never been so happy for my next class to be Physical Education, in my entire life.

Sports were not my forte either, I was a bit of a klutz and had hardly any hand-eye coordination, so I was not the most coveted teammate in any games we'd play. I wasn't the absolute worst, I'll admit. I can catch a slow or big enough ball, My throw is quite shotty though. At least I can manage to do most my jogging and running without tripping up too much, as long as I focus. I always had the occasional blunder, but on record I have only ever fallen or tripped in gym maybe a few times since the first grade.

I didn't have much to worry about today though, after we all got dressed in our plain white tees, and dark green shorts. We were informed all we would be doing were some warmups, and seeing how "In shape" we were as we went through some basic activities such as sit ups, pushups, high jumps, etc.

The warmup jog was a little uncomfortable. While there is class for boys and girls at the same time, they did split us up, and most of our time was spent on opposite sides of a fence. The boys were in this large grassy area, while us girls were closer to the track.

While we were all doing one lap warmups, and we passed the fence that separated us from the boys, there was a distinct low whistle heard as a couple girls and I ran by. I looked back to see the obvious culprits leaning up against the fence their hands entwined in the chains, and grins on their faces. One was the scrawny blonde I saw in Ace's car earlier, while the other was about the same height as him, with brown hair greased back, with almost unremarkable features.

He looked a lot like Jackie, yet was maybe slightly taller, and was thinner in the face and body. They certainly were threatening looking, both looking like bean poles on the fence, but I am sure most avoid them by the company they keep.

I faced back forwards, knowing that I was pushing my luck jogging without seeing where I was going. I wasn't going to take offense to the cat call, when it could have been directed towards any of the girls, I was near, or all of us for that matter. It just seemed like a waste of my time to make a big deal out of something so small; and for all I know it wasn't even directed towards me.

After that little incident the class went off without a hitch, and even better, our saint of a teacher, Mrs. Tenorio, let us head off to the showers a bit early to ensure we all had time to take quick showers. I appreciated her not having us go back to our classes sweaty and feeling gross.

I took a quick cold shower and was currently getting redressed by my locker when I heard a shrill voice behind me.

"So you are the new toy huh?"

I looked over my shoulder as I got ready to lift my top over my head. Martha was the girls name I believe, she had dirty blonde hair that was teased and fluffed out, and dark blue eyes, her lips were a little thin, but all and all she was a decent looking girl. She also hard a rather large bust, that she kept on display with her low-cut top.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I wasn't very appreciative of her tone, but I figured I might as well give her some time to explain her attitude. I wasn't even sure who I was supposedly a "toy" to.

Martha didn't explain herself though, instead she just huffed, lifting her nose in the air and exiting the locker room, the clicking of her heals emphasizing her bad mood. I looked after her confused and did a quick sweep of the room around me. Some of the girls near us quickly turned their heads back towards their lockers, but didn't fill me in on the issue.

I went back to my locker and pulled my capri's out, when a quiet voice spoke beside me. "Martha used to date Charlie."

I flicked my eyes over to my left, to see a tall pretty redhead, her hair was straight, and perfectly styled, right below her shoulders. She wore a nice light blue sweater, with a matching skirt that I knew was probably of the finest material.

"Who?"

"Charlie, part of the Cobras…" She paused waiting for something to register, however my confused expression was evident.

"He was one of the guys on the fence", she explained further, taking her purse out of the locker beside mine.

On, I get it now, she was jealous that he was eyeing other girls, rather than her. That might mean the breakup was not her doing, but I didn't understand why that automatically turned her on me. There were at least 4 other girls near me during our run, there was no telling who the whistle was directed towards.

"Well, she can have him, I am not interested in that kind of attention anyway." I replied, and I finished fastening the button on my pants. I was not about to get into a catfight over a boy I didn't even know, let alone want.

"I'm Judy by the way."

I looked over at her a bit shocked she wanted to continue with the conversation. The only people who even bothered to talk to me so far today were the rough looking characters from Ace's car. However, I wasn't about to waste an opportunity.

"Robin."

She nodded and sat beside me on the bench as I put my shoes on.

"You're new here, right? Your dad's Tom Young?" I flinched a bit at the reference, but I didn't deny it. I wasn't comfortable with opening that can of worms. My parentage would be a scandal in this small town, and I can not be sure this girl wasn't just wanting some dirt on me. So instead, I just nodded, not trusting my voice to sound very convincing at this point.

She smiled brightly at me, flipping her red strands behind her petite shoulder. "Would you like to have lunch with me and my friends?"

Now I knew it was probably not going to be that enjoyable of a lunch. The girls here have so far been awfully catty and unwelcoming, but I was not so keen on passing up the opportunity to not have to eat alone on my first day. I agreed to the offer, and she immediately took my arm in hers after the bell rang to guide me to the lunchroom with her.

It was placed almost right in the middle of the school, not too far off from the offices, making it about equal distance between the core courses and extra curriculars. We didn't have to wait that long to get our trays and she led me out these glass doors on the side of the building to reveal a patio with plenty of benches and tables for us to sit.

Judy guided me to a table that already was occupied by two other girls, and I took a sharp intake of breath. I was nervous having to meet new people, and these girls were dressed to the nines. One looked on the short side, petite, with dark almost black hair in a stylish bob, and it looked like she was wearing a pale-yellow dress, with slightly puffy sleeves.

The other had light mousy brown hair, that was curly and just barely brushing against her shoulders. Her neck was long and slender, along with the rest of her; long legs, long slender fingers, and once we rounded the table and I could see her face, I noticed she also had a rather long but slender nose, with thin framed glasses perched upon them. She wore a long sweeping dark green skirt with a crisp white blouse.

When Judy and I sat down the girls finally cut off their conversation to look pointedly at me. The brunette's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down at me from her pointed nose. Judy was oblivious to their obvious disgust it seems, as she introduced us all in a chipper tone.

"Girls this is Robin Young, the new lawyer's daughter! Robin these are my friends." She said and started to point to each of them, the shorter girl first.

"Ruth, her daddy is the best dentists in town, Dr. Davies. And This is Helen, her father is a cosmetic surgeon, he mostly works in the city, but he also has a small practice here in Castle Rock."

The girl's noses scrunched up a bit at the introduction and their eyes scanned my frame none to gently.

"You don't really look like a lawyer's daughter." Helen said.

There it was, the quick judgement based solely on my appearance alone. I was expecting it for sure, and honestly, they weren't wrong, he wasn't my biological father after all. If he was, I would be a totally different kind of person, I am sure.

"Helen." Judy said in warning, which went utterly ignored.

I fixed my gaze on her and sat up a little straighter.

"I dress for comfort not fashion." Was my quick reply, before taking a bite from the apple that sat on my tray.

"Clearly." She said haughtily, before turning her undivided attention to the dark-haired girl beside her.

"Did you hear about Tammy Casinek?" She changed the subject quickly, turning her entire body to face Ruth. She was making a point to show I was not welcomed in the conversation, but that didn't hurt my feelings none.

"Oh Yeah! I heard she wasn't here this year because she got pregnant!" Ruth chimed in, here face lit up excitedly for the juicy bit of gossip.

"Not only that." Helen said and leaned into the table with a cat-like grin. "I heard that it isn't even Randy's baby." She backed up with a strong nod, leaving her nose in the air confidently.

I rolled my eyes and looked down towards my food to shut out the rest of the conversation. I wasn't sure who this Tammy girl was, but I felt bad for her. It wasn't any of our business who she slept with and got impregnated by, if that was even the reason, she was gone this year. Even if that was the case, half the girls that want to sit here and spread the rumors tend to be just as Promiscuous as the rest of them. They just aren't so unlucky to get pregnant before graduation, or they have rich parents that will force a marriage to cover up the scandal.

This poor Tammy girl just was an unfortunate soul, who couldn't escape the bad reputation now. I also felt a bit of anger for it, as my mom was only 16 when she found out she was pregnant with me. Like in this case, many girls in her school were having sex already, and according to mom they did use protection, but it broke. 9 months later here I came, and mom's reputation was completely soiled.

She had to drop out of school, my father, George Brooks married her to soften the shame, but what good did that do? They were divorced again not even a full year after my birth. He had a lot of issues, my dad. He was an alcoholic at his young age, and he was constantly getting into fights, and passing out in random ditches and bars. Mom was having to struggle with a waitressing job, taking care of a baby, and paying all the bills on her own. Eventually she just couldn't handle it anymore.

She finally left him, the divorce was quick, and as painless as it could possibly be. I saw my father on the rare occasions that he was sober, which would be a total of 3 or 4 times in the few years following their divorce. After that My father got in another one of his drunken fights, and it resulted in the death of the other man when I was around 8 years old.

My father now resides in the Tecumseh State Prison, and he will be there till the day he dies. It was a sad thought to dwell on, so I rarely sat on that truth for too long. I haven't seen him since a couple years before his arrest, which must be about 12 years ago now. I can't hardly remember what he looks or sounds like. At this point I doubt I'd recognize him if I ever did get the chance to see him again.

The pain of not having a father around, wasn't too bad though, not even when he was thrown in prison. I think it may have been due to the fact my mom was married to a real piece of work during those tough times. He too was a raging alcoholic, but unlike my father he was one real mean son-of-a-bitch. My father got into fights with his buds and strange men at bars who also were too drunk to think rationally, but Doug. He was mean even when he wasn't drunk. He has left his marks all over my mom's body and mine.

I was too busy being worried about if I was going to live to see another day and try to avoid being in the way of his fists, to be upset about the situation with my father. During those times, do you think one woman sat there and had the curtesy to feel even a tiny shred of empathy for my mom? No, it was her fault she got pregnant, it was her fault my father was a deadbeat, it was her fault that Doug constantly left her with black swollen eyes, and fat bloody lips.

I think these were the big reasons I still have my own virginity intact or have even been on a date. I really didn't want to end up just like my mom, a high school drop out single mother struggling to put a scrap of food on the table. Or a beaten and battered woman who still had to struggle to make ends meet and feed a hungry child at home. I wanted to just be sure that the man I end up with in the end is one whom I really love, and who won't desert me or hurt me.

I looked up from my food just briefly to see the girls were still gossiping. I couldn't stand these kinds of women. So quick to judge, with no sense of morality within them. Those girls that went to school with my mom, and these girls here wouldn't be near as snide about the situation if it was them who were left pregnant.

I picked at the rest of my food for just a few more minutes, losing my appetite quickly now that my thoughts were full of turmoil. I needed to get away from these people, I was starting to dwell on the uncomfortable past right now, and I really didn't want to end up saying something I'd regret. Or worse, show how vulnerable I really am, in front of these horrid girls. Teen girls were viscous and them sensing any amount of vulnerability was a one-way ticket to being the social pariah.

I excused myself to Judy, since she has been decent to me today, even if it was just to keep up face among the socialites. I nodded to the other girls as not seem rude, but I did not actually speak to them as I left. They didn't deserve any warmth with the way they treated me, but since I wasn't out to make enemies so soon, I figured flat out ignoring them would be a mistake.

I took this time to get to my locker early and grab my final notebook. I only had one more core class today, then it will just be Home Economics and Choir, both of which a notebook is not necessary for the class. I then decided to just make my way to the classroom early, possibly catch a nice seat as long as the teacher didn't have assigned seating like in my Algebra class.

I slipped through the door and was pleasantly surprised to see I wasn't even the first student to be in here a little early after lunch. There were 3 other students who all were seated within the class, and already preoccupied with whatever sat on their desks.

I noticed that there were piles of textbooks on the front middle desk and looking around I spotted the same textbooks amongst the few students in the class. I took one right off the top and made my way to a desk right next to the windows. Setting out my notebook and starting to get it ready for the class, adding the subject matter to the front cover, and then adding a date to the front page, ready to take down any necessary notes.

English was my favorite and best subject by far, so getting ready for this class a bit early was enjoyable for me. I was currently skimming through the index of The World Literature textbook when I felt a distinct tug to the back of my head. I slowly let my book drop flat on my desk and turned around to see what little pest took the seat behind me while I was preoccupied.

I was not at all shocked to be faced with the bluest of eyes, and a mischievous grin. A strand of my long brown hair was still curled in his fingers, not bothering to cover up his idea of catching my attention. I quirked an eyebrow giving him a sideways glance.

"Really? What are we in, grade school?" I said, shaking my head gently in disapproval, but facing forward to hide the small smile that I couldn't help to keep from forming on my face. I placed a hand around my head to gather my hair and lay it over my should, taking the strand out of his fingers in the process.

"Well if you weren't so dead to the world, I wouldn't have to take such drastic measures." I heard his voice awfully close to my ear and I know right now he is leaning over his desk to get closer to me.

"Has it crossed your mind that I may be ignoring you on purpose?" I asked cheekily. Still not looking back at him. I am sure if I tried now his face would be mere inches away and I would just shine bright red at the proximity.

"If you were, you are doing a poor job at it."

I nodded grudgingly. I had to give him that, if that was in fact my whole plan I was failing miserably. To be honest, I have already failed miserably at not giving these guys an ounce of attention after their little stunt this morning. I should be avoiding and ignoring them right now, but for some reason I just couldn't. I wondered if it was because they were some of the few people to acknowledge my existence here at this school, and for the added bonus, it wasn't just to sneer at me.

"You got me there." I admitted. Our conversation was cut short though as a short and more plump woman, around 50 years of age came bustling into the room. Mrs. Gruwell, should have been her name, and she was already one of my favorite teachers so far. She came into the room beaming, hoping we all had a great summer, and when she entered roll call she never did change her attitude according to the name she read on the paper.

That was saying something as every other teacher I had so far had some clear favorites and obvious animosity towards some of the students in the class. She even took it well when Ace corrected her with his name. She called out a John Merrill and he instantly shot back that he answers to Ace. Unlike our Algebra teacher rolling her eyes and scoffing when Eyeball did the same thing, (And in a much nicer tone may I add), Mrs. Gruwell just smiled at him.

"Sorry, Ace Merrill from now on" she said sweetly then made a few motions with her pencil, no doubt crossing out his name and writing Ace down in its place to remind her. I liked this woman, maybe some would see her has week minded, no backbone, but I had a feeling that she just picks and choses what battles she wants to fight. Something as simple as a name is not near important enough to get in a heated argument over that will waste hours of class time each day.

Like most of the other teachers, she just wanted to go over what will be expected from us, and what we should expect from the class in the next nine months. I was excited with the reading assignments we would be having this year. Instead of her picking the books, and we all read them as a class, she has decided to just give us criteria of a book we need to read for the quarter. This quarter it will have to be a personal pick, and we will each need to write an individual essay by the end of the quarter. The next project will require a partner or partners and will result in a presentation.

It was all run of the mill stuff, but as I said this was my favorite subject, I adored books, from short and sweet stories to long drawn-out novels with lots of details within their pages. I loved getting lost in the adventure of it all, whether it be trying to solve a murder with a bitter a-social detective or going on a deadly and marvelous journey that could only happen in your wildest fantasies.

It was a way for me to escape reality, which I admit wasn't the healthiest of habits, but I figured it was better than some other activities that I could be doing to numb the pain.

Ace wasn't too distracting during class, just the occasional small tug on a strand of hair, as it slowly moved back in place; And at one point he decided to kick his feet up and set them on the back of my seat. I mostly sat forward in my seat, drinking up the energy Mrs. Gruwell was giving, so I didn't even realize it till we had free time, and I leaned back in my chair. As I settled in, I felt his shoes scrape against my lower back, and I turned to see what touched me.

Seeing his black boots, I slowly looked at him with the most annoyed of expressions.

"Do you mind?"

He was leaning back in his chair, his arms placed behind his head, and twirling a toothpick between his teeth.

"Not at all." He said with a grin. I let my head fall to the side with an unamused look, of which he only grinned wider at.

"Alright, let me rephrase it. Get your shoes off my seat."

I pushed his feet right off the back of the chair and immediately sat back so he couldn't put them back into place.

"Well, that wasn't very nice Doll."

"You're not very nice, I am only treating you with the same respect you give me." I whispered back, not wanting to gain any unneeded attention, nor distract anyone from their homework or studies. I didn't have to worry too much it seemed though, the room was full of quiet murmurs, and everyone seemed rather distracted with their own things.

"Well sorry to disappoint you princess, but I don't care to give special treatment to you nor the other heiresses of this town."

Now that comment did bubble up some offense within me. I wasn't asking to be treated like some spoiled brat, I wasn't even a socialite. I snapped around on him and fixed him with a stern glare.

"How about just treating me like a human being huh?"

He didn't answer back, his mean grin slowly falling into an unreadable expression. I shook my head, not sure what I expected from someone like Ace. He was annoying and kind of a jerk, and I knew that was just the tip of the iceberg. Of course, he was just going to assume I was some rich brat who thought she was better than the rest, and of course he was going to just want to put me in my place. He wants to remind me that I was on the same level as him, any way possible.

I leaned over on my desk placing my head on my arms. I can't believe I am upset that this hood saw me no differently than anyone else here. The Socialites don't think I belong because I won't dress or act like them, and the middle- and lower-class people don't think I belong with them, just because of my stupid name.

I should have corrected my teachers right away about my last name, and I really wished I just said Tom wasn't my father, but he was married to my mom. At least then the rumors would be something of the truth and I would have an easier time combatting the rude girls. Maybe Ace and them would just ignore me if they knew I was nothing "special". I wasn't some rich girl thinking they were lower than the dirt on my shoes, nor was I dying to slum it down with the hoods cause some rich "respectable" boy bored me or I needed to get back at them.

I stayed with my head in my arms the rest of the class ignoring everything around me until the bell rang. As soon as it did, I was up and out of there, just wanting to get the rest of my classes over with.

Eyeball like promised, met me at my locker to point out my last two classes as he went to shop. What I wasn't so keen on was as we walked towards our destination, we ended up gaining Ace's presence once again. He must have Shop with Eyeball or something.

He raised an Eyebrow at me, but Eyeball answered his question, so I didn't have to dignify him with a response myself.

"Mrs. McGee had me show her to her classes." Eyeball explained, with a shrug.

I nodded, in agreement and hoped Ace didn't say anything about it. He didn't thankfully, he just took his place by Eyeball as they made their way to Shop. They were chatting about something to do with fishing, probably plans after school, so I minded my own business, just keeping up with them. I was a little worried that Eyeball completely forgot I was there, but that left as we grew closer to the west side of the school.

"Alright this is Home Economics. What is your last class?" Eyeball said stopping at a random door to our left.

"Choir." I explained, nonchalantly.

Eyeball nodded and pointed down the hall that would lead to the gym.

"Choir room should be right on the other side of the hall as the gym."

I nodded, my gaze following the direction his hand was pointing and grinned.

"Thanks Eyeball, I really appreciate you help today." I smiled up at him genuinely, then looked over to Ace, my smile dropping slightly. I wasn't sure how to react to him now, but I figured being rude would not help.

"See ya around Eyeball… Ace." I said politely, then left them to enter the classroom.

My last two classes were going to be girls only, and since I had terrible luck with making friends thus far, I assumed that meant I was going to have a quiet time in my next few classes.

I was right, Home Economics with Mrs. Vaughn bored me to tears, as she drowned on and on about how she was going to teach us how to be the best little housewives we can be. It wasn't so bad when you think about it teaching you the necessities of adult life, like cooking, cleaning, and basic sewing.

It just irked me that they really thought that this is the only way to becoming the perfect wife, and that men don't have to learn any of these things.

Most of class was spent with my head in the clouds, counting the tiles on the ceiling. I almost didn't hear the bell ring but seeing the rest of the class getting up from their seats, kicked me into gear.

I practically jogged to my last class. Choir wasn't to interesting, just spent most of the time doing scales and finding out where we will be placed. Even though it was not the most entertaining of music classes, it was definitely one of the best classes of the day. I can forget the mean girls, I can forget the awkward moments with Ace, and I can forget for just another 40 minutes or so, how much I really don't want to go home.