Phoebe's POV

-2 minutes ago-

"Phoebe More, Presley Vescio, Kennedi Brandon and Paris Ryan to the Main office please." The four of us glanced at each other and we groaned.

When the four of us walked out of the room Presley began whining.

"More new kids, joy." Presley said.

"Cheer up Pres!" I tried.

"How? I think that they're all either going to be ugly or stupid… Or worse… both." We all laughed as we walked to the office.

"Hello girls!" Mrs. Thurson said passing us. She's the freshmen religion teacher. NICEST LADY ON EARTH!

"Hi Mrs. Thurson!" We said back, as we continued walking.

I held out my arm right before we rounded into the principal's office. "Look." Four of the hottest guys I have ever seen were sitting in Mr. Deppom's office.

"I take back what I said earlier," Pres started.

"Come on, we don't want to keep them waiting. " Kennedi said, eyeing the guy with perfect hair. Paris kept glancing at the Latino and- Oh… shit… PRESLEY is EYEING SOMEONE?

I am sooo going to heckle her about it.

-Present-

"Hi! I'm Phoebe, but most people call me Phebes (pronounced like Thebes). These three, less lovely ladies, are my best friends." I pointed out every girl in order.

"Presley Vescio," She smirked at the four boys standing in front of us. "Kennedi Brandon, and Paris Ryan."

"Hi, Phoebe. I'm Kendall," The blonde pointed to himself and then down the line of the boys,

"These three knuckleheads are Logan Mitchell,"he was okay, if you were into nerdsd, "James Diamond," Oh! Perfect, he's vain… I crinkled my nose a little when I saw Kennedi almost drooling, way to keep your dignity intact Kennedi. "And Carlos Garcia."

"Why does he wear a helmet?" I asked Kendall. When I saw Carlos turn to James and he smacked his hand on his helmet before looking back at Paris. He began talking to her and she giggled.

"Your guess is as good as mine. " I laughed a little and turned to my girls,

"All right! Now that introductions are over, hand me your schedules." I held my hand out and the girls placed their schedules in my hand.

"You four too!" They looked at Kendall who shrugged and they handed them over.

I took out eight highlighters and went to town.

"Alright, girls we're our normal colors, Kennedi you're pink, I'm green, Presley you're teal and Paris you're purple. Kendall you're blue, James you're the yellow, Logan you're-"

"Orange and Carlitos is the red." He supplied. Presley crinkled her nose at him.

"Yep. Seems we all have AP History, Religion and Health together… Kendall and I have the same class schedule, Logan you have the same as Kennedi and Presley, Paris you have Carlos and James in all of your classes.'

The warning bell rung and we all trekked to X module. At our school we have seven mods, with X mod always staying the same. Everyday the schedule is different meaning we have one class (X mod) five times a week and six classes four times a week. We also take a religion class.

Kendall and I had AP History, AP Chem., Religion, AP Calculus and third lunch on Mondays followed by Health, and Debate… Damn Mondays suck.

"Ready for a day of torture?" I asked Kendall jokingly.

"Of course! What could be better than four awful classes in a row?" he asked sarcastically.

"Five." I said simply and we began laughing. We walked into my least favorite teacher's classroom.

"Hi Mr. Pitatus!"

"Did you just say potatoes?" Kendall whispered.

"No… But I said that all last year and he promised me revenge… This year won't be fun."

"Wow. Sounds like I shouldn't be associated with you."

"Too late. He's seen you." I smiled at the boy who was probably six or seven inches taller than me. I'm glad I wasn't wearing heels today because then I would have felt insanely tall, like Kendall probably does now.

Mr. Pitatus is like five feet tall. Like legit… That's it. Finite.

"Miss More. You disgrace your ancestors."

"Ancestors?" Kendall whispered in my ear.

"Later." I muttered to Kendall

"I am sure Mr. Pitatus."

"Take your seat Miss More. You'll at the front seat by my desk. Mr… Knight is it?" Kendall nodded.

"Well then, by Kati-"

"He has to sit by me sir, I'm supposed to show him the lay of the land, the ropes if you will." Potatoes sneered at me, and considering I was looking down at him it struck me really funny.

"Fine."

I sighed a little and set my things down by my desk. "Okay, Kendall, what do you want to know first?"

"Who're your ancestors?"

"Last year, I found out I was related to Sir Thomas More, who is now a recognized Saint by the Catholic Church. He was Lord Chancellor."

"In American please?" I laughed at the look on Kendall's face and said, "He was the liaison to the Catholic Church."

"Oh!" The bell rang and Presley walked into the door, dragging Logan and Kennedi.

I sighed. "Miss Vescio! Detention!"

She shrugged, smirked at me and took the seat behind me. Logan sat behind her, and Kennedi sat behind Kendall.

"Okay, today we will start with, England. Now one of my favorite parts of history is the story of Sir Thomas More-"

"Saint Sir Thomas More." I supplied.

"I'm sorry, Miss More, did I hear something from your mouth?"

"Why, yes, you did."

"And why did I?"

"Probably because I said something."

"And why did you speak?"

"Because I had something to say…"

"And why did you not raise your hand?"

"Because you never call on me, for you think I am an 'insufferable know-it-all'… You've also referred to me as an idiot and I find that to be a laughable oxymoron.

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a moron?" My teacher bellowed.

"No… I just said you were contradicting your self. Therefore I used the word, oxymoron."

Logan chuckled a bit, as did Kendall, Kennedi, Paris, Presley and James. Carlos sat there trying to figure out why we were laughing.

"Miss More-" The bell rang. Wow… Saved by the bell… That's totally not cliché or anything.

"Class dismissed."

I looked at Kendall. "To Chemistry!" I said.

"Foreword march." I laughed along with Kendall as we walked across campus and up a flight of stairs. Of course… My clumsiness wins again.

Okay… It's bad enough when you trip down stairs… It's much worse when you trip up.

I'm actually very glad Kendall was standing there because if he hadn't caught my hoodie then I probably would have a concussion right bout now.

"Phoebe? Are you okay?" Kendall asked worried. "Huh? Yeah. Fine. Come on… Before we are late to Miss Williams class."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Kendall, I'm positive."

Presley POV

Logan is a bastard… A rat, stinky ass, fucking bastard! First rule in surviving with Presley Vescio; you never make her late to class. I may be badass but I've had perfect attendance since freshman year!

I held said boy with an arm twisted behind his back as I pushed him towards the next class.

"I swear to God Mitchell, if you make me late again I will hurt you.'

"… Pres? You should probably let go of Logan before we walk into Mrs. Canning's class. While she may understand, you don't know who is in there."

I nodded at Kennedi's words. I released Logan's arm as I strode into English III Honors.

"Hey Mrs. Canning!" I shouted.

"Pres. What's up?"

"Eh… Same old. We've got four new guys."

"Really?" I nodded. "I think Paris has your class later, with two of them… B mod I think. Phoebe, I think has your E mod."

"Good to know, is this young man one of them?" I looked at Logan sitting down on the seat next to the window.

The bell went off and Logan jumped. "Okay… Today… What to do?"

"Fun and games until the bell?' I tried.

"Does anyone second that?" Everyone raised his or her hands with the exception of Logan.

I grabbed his hand and raised it as well.

Logan sot me a look and I raised a questioning brow. "I like games…"

"Games it is! Okay… Just… Get into small groups!" Logan, Kennedi and I sat together with a sheet of paper in front of along with a pen.

"Now… You and your group are going to write a myth of your own creation. None of you can communicate with each other. The first person will begin writing, then they will pass it to their left and so on until I say stop." We all nodded and waited for her say.

I began writing furiously and when Mrs. Canning rang her bell I handed it to Kennedi.

She grinned and kept writing; when the bell rang Logan took the paper, scanned over our words and began adding words to ours. He scribbled faster than we did and it looked almost as neat as Phoebe's… And that's a damn challenge to have handwriting as neat as hers.

"STOP!" Everyone jumped.

"Trent! Your group first!" I grinned, turning to face Kennedi. She grinned back at me and we fist-bumped.

"- Laxative brownies." Kennedi and I burst out laughing, as Trent winked at me.

I smirked at him, regained my composure and listened to the rest of the stories.

Half of the entire story consisted of the words

Were 'laxative' and "brownies".

"Pres?" I looked up at my English teacher. "Paper?" I handed it to her, before sitting down again.

The only bit of it I caught was the part that Logan wrote. "She's my everything, father," Mrs. Canning read, "She's the light to my dark, everyday is like the first,"

"Pres? Did you write this? I know you've been working on your Phoebe forges-"

I glanced at Logan from the corner of my eye and he nodded. I mock gasped and said, "How'd you know?"

The class laughed and I heard Logan sigh softly. I glanced at him; he was such a prissy bitch.

The bell rang and the three of us gathered our stuff before heading off to Religion.

"SHIT!" Kennedi hissed.

"What?"

"Seashitz…"

I tore the schedule from her hand. "Really?" I groaned.

"Yeah. Sucks right?"

"Who?"

"Seashitz." Kennedi and I groaned at the same time.

"Is that really her name?"

Kennedi smacked the back of Logan's head. "No numb nuts! Everybody calls her Seashitz because she's a shitty teacher!" She hissed as we walked into her class.

Kennedi POV

"Hi Mrs. Seasholtz!" Kennedi said cheerily.

"Hello dear, how are you?"

"Good. Thank you, and yourself?"

"Just fine, here's the study guide for chapters 1, 2, and 3." She handed me a large, heavy packet, at least thirty front and back pages. "Is this for Logan, Presley and I?"

"Oh no dear! This is all yours! Here are the ones for the others." She dropped two more into my arms. I almost collapsed!

I trudged back to my friends in the back. "Holy… Shit… Can't… Breathe…"

Presley began pointing and laughing… I just sat there, head lying on my desk, my packet next to me.

"Ugh… Seashitz… I swear she will be the death of us."

Phebes and Kendall walked into the classroom closely followed by James, Carlos and Paris.

"Send one of the guys to go get the papers." I told Phoebe.

"Kendall?"

"Yay?"

"Can you go get me one of the packets Mrs. Seasholtz is handing out?" Phoebe looked at Kendall with wide eyes and he sighed.

"Sure."

"Thanks!"

Phoebe POV

-10 minutes later-

"Kennedi, Paris, Presley, Kendall, Carlos… stop beating your heads against the desks. "

All of the groaned, "I don't care if it's hard, do it!" I hissed.

"But I don't know the difference between true conscience, erroneous conscience and doubtful conscience!" Kennedi and Kendall complained.

"I don't care!"

They groaned again. "Please don't make us do this." Kennedi looked at me pleadingly. "Google the answers."

And this was only the third class of the day… Lovely.