"...Mitchie, guess what time of day it is?" Caitlyn sang.

"Cait, I swear I'm going to kill you," I warned, getting out from under my covers.

"You say that practically every morning. But whatever, your hollow threats hurt no more and that leaves me with one thing to say,"

"And what's that?" I asked.

"Get your ass out of bed,"

"Wow, harsh,"

"Yup, so anyways. I got your schedule synced to my PDA, as of now we're still on schedule. You've got till 6:20 to get showered and the likes of that. Hurry up we gotta be up and ready to go by seven so we can have had breakfast and be on time for class. You know, at least once this week,"

I stared at her before breaking into laughter, "Cait, I've never followed a schedule in my life, let alone a little machine that tells me when and where to be. And in my defense I was only like five seconds late for English because I tripped,"

"Mitchie, you're following the schedule. Hurry up, so after school today the guys and I are going to be hanging out in the courtyard, the lounge or by the student center. We haven't decided yet but I'll let you know by lunch. Then you've got detention from six to seven. Dinner at-,"

"Noooo!" I moaned.

"Don't tell me your skipping dinner, that's gonna throw off the whole schedule,"

"No, I forgot I had detention. Again,"

"Three days Mitchie, count 'em. Three. That's what you get,"

"Thanks for being so supportive," I replied, sarcastically of course.

"Thank you for trying to eff up your new routine. You've only got fifteen minutes left to shower,"

"Fifteen?!"

"Yes, I know your usually accustomed to you half our ones but your tight on time, come on lets go," Caitlyn pulled me out of bed my by arm and threw me into the bathroom slamming the door. "Fifteen minutes!"

"I hate you,"

"Hollow threats my dear. Wash up bitch,"

--

I ran down the empty hallway. Caitlyn was right. I got off schedule by two minutes cause I wanted to finish my bagel. I've probably only got about a minute to get to Chemistry. I gripped my bag, stopping it from hitting my leg.

Remember gym? I suck horribly at anything psychical. It always results in my getting-.

BAM!

Me. Only I can try to get across a hallway, trying to get to class on time.

"It's you!"

I looked up and met Shane's angry, crazed, gorgeous, beautiful, brown eyes.

"You," I replied.

We got up and I grabbed my bag, beginning to run to class. Shane hot on my heels.

"If I'm late, it's all your fault," Shane yelled.

"My fault?! It's not my problem if you can't get to class on time, whoa-,"

I tripped...over my own feet.

Shane laughed as he passed me, I lunged for his leg and brought that sucker down.

"Ha! What now?!"

I got up and ran around the corner and the next thing I know, I;m being grabbed from behind and Shane and I are colliding with a garbage can.

"You jerk!" I yelled at him, digging myself out of the over turned trash bin.

Shane followed suit quickly, ran up to me and shoved me a little bit. We were running side by side when I got a brilliant idea. Using my shoulder I shoved Gray into the wall.

"Ha! Loser!"

I sprinted, I'm so close to class and the bell hasn't rang yet. I could actually make it on time. I got to the door, grabbed the knob and...

"OAF!"

Shane knocked me to the floor. We began rolling around the floor. With the palm of my hand I kept pushing Shane's face away, I rolled us over so I was on top of him. I snapped off his clip-on tie and attempted to stuff it in his mouth.

"Ahem!"

I looked up and standing in front of us is an angry Mr. Saporta.

"Nice of you two to join us," he said.

I peered behind him and half the class is craining their necks to see out the door. I smiled and waved cautiously.

"Get in," Mr. Saporta ordered.

Shane and I scrambled to our feet and shuffled into the room. I took a seat, next to Shane, as usual. I covered my burning cheeks to hid my blush. Looking over at Shane I couldn't help but laugh internally as he attempted to put his blue tie back on and fix his tousled hair.

Save to say we didn't speak the whole entire class period.

--

I unlocked my dorm room and walked inside. I threw my messenger bag on the bed and jumped in after it.

Who knew school could be so exhausting?

I know, I know. You're probably still wondering what happened with me and Shane. So, in third period I got called to Dean Gray's office. No surprise there. To my surprise Shane was there when I got in. So, blah, blah, blah. Detention after spring break helping out Mr Saporta.

God, I hate this school. Oops, I meant, academy.

Oh bite me.

You know what?

Dear Winona Hall Academy, I hate you. Ha, so stick that in your juice box and suck it. Signed with love, Michelle Torres.

That was incredibly, unoriginal and lame.

What to do? What to do? Oh, I know.

I grabbed my laptop and wallet. I turned on the computer and began looking for airlines. When I found the site. I ordered six planes tickets to France. You better believe that they were first class, that's just the way I roll. Oh noes, my father is going to murder me.

Yes, I did say six. Caitlyn, Ella, Jason, Nate and I. And yes there's a ticket for Shane too. Even if Nate and Jason have to drag him into the airport and carry him onto the plane, he is going.

--

I walked into detention. The first thing I did was glare at mydetention partner. Shane Gray. Oh joy, he brought his guitar again. Perhaps he could serenade me to death.

"Hey," I muttered.

"Hello, come to gag me with my own accessories again?" Shane asked.

"If you don't stuff it, I will," I warned, "And you don't have to be such an ass,"

"I wasn't," Shane scoffed.

"Right, and I wasn't attacked by some idiot on my way to class,"

"It was a lapse in judgement,"

"So were you," I whispered, sitting down in my unassigned desk.

"What was that?"

"Nothing,"

So this is not an ending. But a beginning...to dying. Shane Gray, will probably be the end of me.

Sorry it's not very good and it took so long. I'm really sorry. I have lost inspiration, muse, laughter, joy, pride, love and I'm just kidding. But chyeah, I is sorry. Forgive meh? Por favor? I'm not even sure what happened to me I just couldn't write. Made Maria sad. Anywho! Lines, Vines, And Trying Times cover came out today. It's quite orgasmic. Those boys are sex. Nickay is a screamer, in bed, I do it to him. He's my West Side baby.

With love. Maria.