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A/N: So my mother read this story, and says that it's boring. How nice… I've decided to continue on any way because of all the hits and reviews I've gotten. Thank you all for those who have reviewed. It was very nice of you. And it'd be very, very nice if you would review again to let me know that you're still reading this.

The rest of the class went by like any other day. Students who forgot to eat breakfast, brought in food to class, and Mr. Corelli complained about how it was our fault he was moving up a pants size. Since whenever is it our fault we have good food? Really, 'cause I'd like to know. The bell rang, and homeroom was announced. After homeroom, Miley turned around.

"Why's he always blaming us for his pants issues? I mean, why not get sweatpants?" She whispered. I let out a chuckle. Satisfied, she turned back around to gather her things from the floor. I closed my notebook, and put my pen into my pocket. I pulled the strap of my backpack, and hoisted it up and over my shoulder. By the time I stood up, the bell had rang and kids were rushing out the door, eager to get away from more of Mr. Corelli's complaining. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was walking out the door. I turned around to see Lily standing there.

"Hey Lil's. What's up?" I asked while still turned her way. I felt something around my ankle, and before I knew it, tripped and stumbled over. Why am I such a klutz?

"I'm okay!" I declared as I threw my hands up in the air. Lily laughed from where she was standing. Miley followed.

"Okay, it's not nice to laugh at someone when they trip." I put my hand up. Only followed with continued laughter. I rolled my eyes, and walked off to my next class. I'm not that funny. Hey, what's that? I reached around my back, and felt something there. I walked over to the side of the hallway, and put my backpack down. I felt around until I found a piece of paper. I pulled on it, and it came off the back of my shirt.

"I dream of evil mirrors!" Read the piece of paper. It was in Lily's handwriting.

"Hey! That was one- two dreams okay!? It's not funny anymore!" I yelled out. Miley came from behind me.

"Yes it is." She said in between chuckles. I pouted.

"No it's not." I whined.

"Fine. It's not funny… It's hilarious!" She yelled and continues to laugh. I rolled my eyes, then picked up my backpack, and continued walking to my next class. It was Health. Oh joy. I thought. Once I walked into the room, I saw the guy that Miley was talking to in the hall. He sat in the seat that was usually empty, which was next to mine. I sat down, and saw he was new. Either that or I just really don't know who people in my classes are.

"Hey, are you new?" I asked. He looked up from writing something down in a spiral notebook. He put his pencil down, and turned in his chair.

"Yea, my name's Ryan. I just moved here from San Francisco." He answered.

"Oh, cool. My names Oliver. Oliver Oken. If you need anything, let me know." I said. He grinned.

"Thanks Oliver." He returned to his notebook. I turned around to the desk, and realized that the bell had already rang. The teacher stood in the front of the class writing something on the whiteboard. On top of the board was today's date, and 'Notes' written in bold bubble letters. I took out my notebook from my backpack and pen from my pocket, and began copying the notes. The teacher put her marker down, and sat at her desk.

"Okay class. Good morning. Start copying down what's on the board and we'll go over it in about five minutes." She announced while shuffling through some papers on her desk. By the time she had pulled out a stack of worksheets, I was done with the board. She walked trough the isles and handed a paper to everyone. Once I got it, I wrote my name and the date on it.

"Okay, the notes on the board. Would anyone like to volunteer to tell us all what they mean?" No one raised their hands.

"Anyone? Anyone at all?" Still no hands were shown. I let out a chuckle. The teacher turned around to face me.

"How about you Mr. Oken, since you find this so appealing." I dropped my jaw.

"Bu- No- I didn't mean to-" I stuttered. I gave up and looked at my notes to read them over quickly. Bacteria, Viruses…Uhhh…

"The world is very unclean?" I answered. A few giggles and laughs were heard from the opposite end of the classroom.

"Yes, and what else?" The teacher asked. Wait, I was right? I was close to being right?

"Umm, even though bacteria are harmful, it can come in handy in life?" I knew that was right, but I didn't think it had anything to do with health.

"Right. Okay, now Mr…" I ignored her talking. Wow, I was right. Weird.

"Okay class, you can work on this worksheet. Talk quietly, but no working with partners alright? Do this until the end of class." What was the point of being able to talk, but not being able to get answers from the people around you? I finished the worksheet in five minutes, with ten minutes left of the class to spare. I put my notebook into my backpack and my pen back into my pocket. I turned to see that the rest of the class was just abusing the talking part of the teacher's instructions. My attention turned to Ryan. He was already finished and packed up. He was still writing something in his notebook.

"What are you writing?" I asked. He looked up from his book and turned to me.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just like a book I write in when I have spare time and stuff. Kinda like a poem/doodle/quote book." He explained.

"That's cool. Mind if I look at it?" He showed an awkward expression.

"It's like. Personal stuff. So, I'm sorry. I don't really let anyone read it." I nodded.

"It's fine with me." The bell rang. I stood up and walked out of class. Wait, like a diary or a journal type thing? So I'm not the only one! I mean... ahem. That's cool…

I saw Miley down the hall she was walking out of her class. I quickly ran up to her hand poke her on her back. She let out a shriek.

"Eek! Who is that!?" She demanded.

"Geez Miley. Calm down, it's only me." I walked over to her right side. She turned left and right, and stopped when she finally saw where I was.

"You're mean. You don't poke people in their ticklish spots." She pouted. She looks funny like that. I stuck my tongue out at her. She did the same.

"You're not that nice either for sticking a sign on my back." We had the same class, so we walked together.

"Hey, that was Lily's idea alright? Not mine. Although it was hilarious." She started laughing. I poked her on her back again.

"Eep! Stop it!" She pointed her finger at me.

"Oh, I'm so scared, what are you gona do? Poke my nose to death?" She grimaced. Before she could do anything, I poked her again.

"Ahh! Stop it!" She reached for her back. I kept on poking her. Her hand tried to catch me, but she failed to do so.

"Ehh! No! Ahh! Stop! Ick! Please!" She pleaded. I stopped satisfied.

"You are so gona get it Oliver. I'm watching you." She put her two fingers to her eyes, and pointed at me. I laughed.

"Oh, I'm so scared." I chuckled. "You couldn't scare me."

"Wanna bet?" Her 'Bring-it-on' expression was plastered on her face. I poked her.

"Eep!" She squealed.

"Bring it." I gestured my hands like those Kung Fu movies. She shuffled around in her light blue messenger bag. She smiled once she found what she was looking for. She quickly pulled out a small compact mirror.

"Evil mirror!" She yelled. She turned away.

"Ahh! No get it away from me! No please don't let it eat me!" I yelled. Why am I such a whimp? Seriously. I can't even impress one girl ever, by being brave.

"I win!" She declared. I turned back around. She was putting her mirror back into her bag. I stuck my tongue out at her. She returned the favor. We were already outside the room where our next class was. I let her go in first. You'd always win with me…

A/N: Okay, so that was chapter four! Please read and review. Reviews make me happy, happy means I write more. Even if they're "constructive criticism", it's fine. Just please review!