As Lilly pulled up at Alpine High School, (where I would drown in people who hated me) I got out.

"Stacey," I started.

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell anyone here I'm in foster care or that you even know me." I said a little threatening.

"OK, but what do I tell the people saw you get out of the same car as me and see me talking to you right know?" She asked as if I'm supposed to know.

"I don't know. Make something up." I said and walked away.

"Okay." She yelled after me as she twirled her brown hair.

"Why couldn't they put me with normal people this time?" I mumbled to myself. I pulled my blonde hair behind my ears. If it wasn't for the dark red tips of it I would hate my hair. But I love the fact that it's different.

I walk into the building and looked around. I hate high school. Every one thinks that life is so hard in high school when the reality of it is that they have it easy. Unless they lead a different life as bad as mine. Or worse. Take a cheerleader for example. One day she will be doing a back flip and sprains an ankle landing or brakes a nail for all I know, and she thinks her life is the most worst thing in the world. Or a football player who's coat pushes him too hard and he can't play a game. He will think the world is over.

When I walk into a new school I see a new start. But sometimes it's so difficult I cant stand it.

I pulled out two pieces of paper from my bag. One had a map of the school and the location of my locker and my locker number. The other had my schedule.

1st period: MathRoom: 201Teacher: Nattily Simons

2nd period: EnglishRoom: 216Teacher: Jason Anderson

3rd period: historyRoom: 221Teacher: Jack Holland

4th period: BandRoom: 192Teacher: Larry Pennigton

Lunch

5th period: ScienceRoom: 199Teacher: Sophie Gannett

6th period: ShopShop RoomTeacher: David Gill

7th period: GymGymTeacher: Cathy Johnson

Well, I thought to myself, at least I'm good at some things on here. I look at the list one more time before heading off to find my locker.

When I got to my locker I had already memorized my combination. Two to the right, four to the left, and twenty-two to the right. It popped open first time.

"Wow," I heard a voice say from my right. "Most people don't get it the first time." I looked over to see a guy with brown curly hair and tan skin standing in front of his locker (I assumed). He was about five inches taller than me and had green eyes that stared down into my turquoise eyes.

"Your point?" I said in dryly.

"Nothing it's just that most people don't open their lockers the very first time especially if they're new...like you." He said as I started to organize my locker, for now.

"Yeah, well I'm not most people now am I?" I finished the mini organization part of the morning and turned to him. "Nice talking to yoouu?"

"TJ," He grinned. "And you are?"

"Well TJ, I'm a human." he chuckled at the nonfunny joke. "Bailey."

He held out his hand and I took it with my free one. "Nice meeting you, Bailey."

"Yeah, you too." I lied and shut my locker door.

"Uh, see you later then?" He ask like he has known me for a couple years and it was no big deal.

"Yeah, later." I said, hoping I would never see him again, and walked away.

It took me a while to get to first period because I couldn't find the right class room. But luckily I found the it just before the bell rang. I learned being late to class the first day of school was not a good thing. Mrs. Simons though was nice so I had no problem.

"Class this is Bailey Thomson." She announced to the class with a smile. "Bailey you will be sitting next to TJ."

As soon as she said the name I knew I was going to regret it. But I walk over to where TJ was and sat across from him.

"Hey," He said. "Nice to see you again."

"TJ?" Mrs. Simons said before I could reply.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Do you think you could handle not hitting on all the girls who walk into my classroom?" She asked.

The whole class started to laugh and I didn't regret having to sit here any more.

"Well?" She asked again.

"Well it's part of being a male, Mrs. Simons, to hit on every hot girl I see. But just for you I will try to hold it back." He said and the class started to laugh again.

As soon as the bell rang I didn't really want to go. Math was one of my good subjects and it was fun. And if I ever told anyone that, I would be pushed over to the geek table.

But then Mrs. Simons called my name and I got a little worried. I don't really like to associate with my teachers.

"Bailey?"

"Yes ma'am?" I replied

"I was looking at some of you old work from your other schools. May I ask why you went to so many schools?" She had a carious look on her face and it bothered me.

"Yes you can. I'm an army brat. See my father is in the military and we move around to follow him to his training bases. My mother has a thing about families staying together."

"Ah, I see." she said. "My mother always felt the same way about families sticking together through the hard and easy times. Anyway I was look at some of your other work and it's phenomenal. I'm starting a tutoring session and I was wondering if you would be interested in helping someone out?"

"Um, why not, it will help me get to know more people." I replied.

"Thanks I'll give you the name of who you can help later. And you two can figure out when you want to meet. Have a good day."

"Bye." I said as I walk out of the room.

And then there was English. It wasn't that bad. Everyone has to write a poem for homework and since I like poetry it wont be a horrible thing. I guess Mr. Anderson knew that too because he read one to the class. But I had a look on my face that I guess he saw because he didn't say that I wrote it.

When the bell rang I realized I had history next. Great. I thought to myself. The class I get c's in. Maybe it'll be different this time...maybe.

I found my next class in no time. But as soon as I walked into the room I saw non-other than T.J.

Wonderful, just wonderful. He only waved at me though. I waved back.

"Ok everyone, settle down, settle down!" Mr. Holland said. "Bailey, you will be sitting next to Stacey."

I'm doomed! It is now officially the end of the world! I thought and sat next to her.

"Hi, I'm Stacey." she said as I sat down.

"Hi" I said, relieved.

"Ok class today we are having a pop quiz!" Mr. Holland announced. "Bailey, give it your best shot." Then he handed out the quizzes.

To my surprise it was really easy. I learned everything it asked about in the last school I had gone to. That is one of the advantages about being in foster care; no matter where you are you learn just about everything. And since I go to so many schools a year I usually spend my spare time in a library someplace because I know one day I will go to a school where I will get a pop quiz like this and I will know squat about it.

In no time at all I was done with the test. But, no time at all was five minutes till class was out. When the bell rang I was the happiest person in the world. Well not really.

Finally it was band.