We entered the high school, and it really didn't blow me away. My last high school kicked this one out of the water. The people didn't seem any more interesting, just more like the OC. I hated that.

"Show me around Mr. Guide." He jumped up nervously. His hands were visibly shaking. I giggled inaudibly.

He stared at me with discomfiture. "Do you have your schedule?"

I gave him a gawky smile. "Schedule?"

He nodded, and walked to our left. Obviously he wanted me to follow. I tried to keep up but he walked very quickly, apparently trying to avoid people seeing him. I didn't mind staying far from people.

We stopped at an office, which was completely full of degrees, and stuff won. It was okay for a school office but I wouldn't have wanted my office to be filled with things I didn't win.

The secretary was hardly visible behind a stack of papers that seemed to be for a lawyer. She was a school secretary and had to work double what a lawyer did. Her hair was a strange fake auburn color, and her eyes were a strange blue. Her eyes flickered over to me, and back to Frank.

"What is it Mr. Wentworth?" Her voice was completely hoarse, and rude. He smiled instinctively.

He pointed at me with his index finger. I bit the air in front of his finger so he would remove it. He laughed. "This is Celeste, she's new."

I giggled at the way he removed his finger quickly.

"So you're Martha's granddaughter?" I could have only imagined that Martha was a friend with the rude secretary. Of course they were friends, they were one for the other. "Celeste Carmichael, correct?" She was typing in her computer. Probably sending an e-mail to Martha saying I'm a bitch.

I sighed, and nodded. "Yeah, that's me." I could hear my voice getting more and more uncouth but this secretary reminded me of Martha. For some reason I escaped the house early this morning.

Frank was staring at me, probably petrified at how foully I had spoken to the secretary.

She handed me a piece of paper she had just printed out. "This is your schedule, and your locker. The code is at the bottom. If you need anything just ask for Mrs. Albano." Her voice was still completely impolite. I gave her a bogus nod, and continued out of the office.

Frank followed behind me, and his mouth still hung open. I stopped walking in front of the first classroom. "What?"

"You're not like other girls here." His eyes were following every movement I made. His cute voice wasn't making up for him in that moment.

I scowled. "What do you mean?"

He grimaced a bit. "I'm sorry if I offended you. It's just that, you sat with me in the bus. You are hanging out with me right now. You treat people rudely but you try to treat me nicely. Why are you nice to me?"

I actually struggled with my answer. I didn't know why I was nice to him. I knew I felt sorry for him but I couldn't say that. I decided to ignore the question. "Why does it matter that I sat with you? What's the big difference?" I began to walk again trying to make him change the subject.

He followed at my same pace. I didn't even know where I was going. "There's a big difference. All of the jocks were sitting in the back with arms wide open for you, and you blew them off for me. I knew there was a new girl coming in that moment, just as well as everyone else."

I stopped again, and wiggled my eyebrow. "You did?"

He laughed his dorky laugh. "Duh, the bus never had taken that stop before. I didn't even bother to look up, but when you sat next to me . . . I was stunned. You are, um, well, you."

I raised both eyebrows at him. I saw how he was breathless, and I decided to let him breathe. "I don't get along with people. I sort of got the vibe that you didn't either, and that's why you didn't look up. I don't like people staring at me, and you were the only one who didn't. I appreciate that." He smiled merrily. I felt bad for thinking he was such a nerd but he wasn't very discreet about it.

He was breathing evenly. "Don't you know everyone is staring at you because you're beautiful?" I looked around and saw many faces staring compelled by me.

I scowled at them. "They just like a pretty face. They don't know real beauty." I was walking again, not knowing where the unknown hall of Barbie's and jocks led. From the outside the school seemed like Pleasantville gone bad. That's it, Hudson reminded me of Pleasantville. All of the girls wore their skirts as they were supposed to but I didn't really care if it was muffled.

A group of whispering girls watched me enter the girls' bathroom. I could hear footsteps following me but didn't care for them. I watched myself sulking before the mirror. There was a group of girls behind me, watching me closely. I saw them through the mirror. I glared their way.

I turned, and gave a bogus smile. "Did you lose something?" They all stared at me surprised, and intimidated.

One of the girls spoke up. "We were just thinking maybe you'd like to hang." She was a bleach blonde, with piercing blue eyes, and very tan skin. She was definitely the typical cheerleader.

I raised an eyebrow. "As fun as that sounds, I'll have to pass." I grabbed the books I had left sitting on the sink. I walked out the door without glancing back at the four girls.

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom I spotted Frank sitting against the wall in front of the bathroom.

I sighed. "Where's my locker?" I felt sorry for leaving him standing alone before. Frank was the only person who seemed normal to me, less Pleasantville more Steve Erkle.

He jumped to his feet swiftly, and grabbed the tiny paper above my books. "That's a nice locker," he whispered, as he began to walk. I followed him grabbing the paper form his hands.

"There are good lockers?"