(A/N) YES I NO! hardly an update but its still hear. I was grounded. Don't kill me but I was so trying to update, I was sick today and was allowed on the computor.

Soooo…..

I finally had enough strength to get up and leave the table, brushing my tears furiously. I promised myself I would never sit there again; this table had brought the saddest explanation to me that could ever occur. So instead of breaking it down and making a scene, I took a mental photo and bent down and wrote on the bottom of the table in my black sharpie marker: 'people change.'

When I stood up I could feel that all eyes were on me. I turned around to face the crowd, I knew they saw my tears and had absolutely no sympathy for me. I didn't expect it either, I had no sympathy for me either. I knew this was my fault; every last detail was my fault. My face didn't show it though; only my tears were of any hint as to tell that I was sorry. I looked at each of my friends one last time, their faces were the worst of all. Only four faces looked at me as if telling me that their fate was on their own accord. Logan, Nicole, Michael, and of course Chase. As for everyone else they blamed me. I turned back around and headed for my dorm, I had lost my appetite anyways.

The school had not changed one bit, I was surprised I must admit. Everything was the same, except for the people in it. When I arrived at the dorm, I couldn't bring myself to open it, opening it would mean that I would have to except all the changes around me, and I couldn't bring myself to do it. But I knew I had too, if I didn't, I would only be living in denial. I opened the door, and accepted my surroundings. Last year, PCA decided that living space would be easier if we had 4 to a room, so naturally when Dana came back she lived with us and Andrew moved in with the guys. There was one bunk bed and two twin beds, I got the other twin bed, thankfully

I didn't feel like unpacking, not now. So I just threw all my stuff on my bed. I looked at the walls everything looked the same except for some posters and new items on the shelves. But what caught my eye was a giant dry-erase board. With three different columns, one column had the name Nicole in black marker, the next had Dana in pink marker, and the last and Lola in green marker. But Nicoles column there was nothing in black, just pink and green. In fact none of them had their color in their column. I studied the board alittle longer. Under Nicole's it had in pink 'clean up your laundry.' In Lola's box in pink it said 'move your skateboard I almost tripped' Under Dana's in green it had 'damn, almost wasn't what a I was looking for.' In black it said 'whatever.' Then it struck me. This is how they communicated. This was their only connection between them. They refused to talk that much that the only way for them to actually get things across to one another, was for them to write on a dry erase board. I almost cried even harder.

I heard the door click and open, I brushed my tears away furiously and I moved away from the board and sat on my bed. I saw Dana come in and look at the board, she smacked her lips and had a look of disgust, she erased the board entirely. She took the green, black, and pink markers and rewrote the columns slightly smaller, then she took out a red marker. She wrote my name and put the red marker back down in the holder and picked back up her pink one, she start writing alittle bit in my new column. Then she grabbed a piece of paper out of her purse and found a piece of tape and stuck it to my column. She then turned to me and pointed to the board. Then she turned on her heel and walked out of the dorm. I waited a minute before getting off my bed to see what she had for me.

Okay, as you should know by now, the girls and I don't talk. And none of your peace making shit ever gonna change that. Mmkay? Your new marker is the red one, it suits you don't you think? So I bet you think you came on the first day of school right? Wrong, PCA started over a week ago. Below are your classes. I didn't pick them up, the dean gave them to me. So here take them, we only have 3 classes together, thankfully. So this is the only time ill ever do favors for you. Okay I'm done.

Okay that wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be. I knew why she chose red, red was the color of fire; the color of destruction. I accepted it and moved on. I looked at my schedule.

1st: Junior Chorus

2nd: AP French IV

3rd: AP English

4th: AP Pre Calculus

Lunch

5th: AP American History

6th: Gym

7th: AP Physics

My classes were hard, and I expected it. Catching up might be difficult, but I'm a smart Student. I wasn't nervous about the classes. Only who were in them.

I was bored, so far I had no friends, so I took a shower. Whoopie! I took two towels out of the closet, my purple bathrobe robe and bath supplies out of my suitcase and headed off to the shower down the hall. I wasn't looking to where I was going and I bumped into someone, which made me drop all my stuff.

I bent down and mumbled a "sorry" without even bothering who I was.

"Yo bitch, watch where your-" The figure must have caught a glimpse of who I was. "I mean Hey Zoe what up?" Not the response I was looking for. I looked up at him, and saw that it was Chase. He looked so different. I knew I couldn't stay there long without breaking down. I loved him, and not even this new look changed any of my feelings. But I couldn't speak to him, I knew how the system worked and I was not about to ruin it by talking out of line to someone of a different group then me, if I even have a group. So I looked at him and gave him a weak smile, then grabbed my stuff and headed for the showers, leaving Chase dumbfounded I'm sure.

When I arrived to the showers no one was in there, I was alone. Sadly I was getting used to it. After 15 long minutes I was finished and headed back to the dorm to change into some better clothes and put my dirty ones in the laundry basket of mine. When I came to the dorm I saw Lola sitting in a chair reading a skateboarding magazine and Dana at her vanity putting on more make up. Nicole just sat in a corner with her ipod on full blast, just staring at the floor with a blank expression on her face.

I put my stuff away and just sat on the bed, Lola looked up from her magazine and pointed to the board. I took the hint and checked the board.

There was green marker in my section, Lola of course.

Dude, someone dropped a letter of for you, or more like slid it under the door, don't worry we didn't read it nor would we want to, its bad enough your back here, we don't wanna get involved in whatever drama you have in store for you.

Great, everyone hates me, now this is probably hat mail too. The 'I hate Zoey club!' I can see it now, banners, posters, flyers, Wednesday night meetings to plan my demise. I dismissed the thought from my head and opened the letter. Shockingly it wasn't bad.

Zoe,

We need to talk. Meet me at the beach at 5.

-Chase

Chase? Now why was he wanting to me. I looked at the clock on the wall. 4:50pm. I can either wait here for a few minutes or go alittle bit early. I looked at my current surroundings and without a second thought grabbed my jacket and was out the door headed for the beach.

(A/N) unexpected and guess what?

Just like all the other times, you'll never guess what happens next.

Until next time.

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