A/N: In which Kim makes her first appearance. :D I don't know why but out of all the female characters in MCL she would be my favorite… Weird.

~Chapter 3~

"Alright, let's see what you have next," After the period was over, the three of us huddled outside of the classroom door and went over my schedule. Iris's finger tapped the paper, "English with Mrs. Vanometer, I don't have her until 5th period…"

"Neither do I," Violette murmured. I frowned a little, "So does this mean I'm on my own?"

"No!" Iris shakes her head, her braid of red-orange hair falling over her shoulder, "Actually, there is a girl in that class that's super… nice. Her name is Kim and she usually sits with us at lunch. Just tell her that I asked her to keep an eye on you okay?"

"Alright, so who should I look for?" Iris carefully folded my schedule up and handed it to me. "Trust me, you'll know her when you see her."

Well, that did little to comfort me, "But-" Iris smiled at me, "Don't worry, you'll be fine!"

"But Iris, Amber is in that class." Violette pointed out. Iris's smile faded a bit, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"Amber?" I tilted my head a fraction, "You mentioned her before right?" Iris shifted uncomfortable, "Well, yeah, but I'm sure you won't have any problems with her…"

"Problems?!" Iris waved her hands, "Don't worry you'll be fine, just be wary okay? She never seems mean at first."

"Just who is she?" The bell rang and Iris began to walk away, towing Violette along, "I'll tell you later!"

"Wait!" I shouted. Too late, the two disappeared into the crowd and I found myself on my own again. I sighed and clutched the strap of my bag, "Great…" I muttered, setting off to my next class.

Mrs. Vanometer was a tall woman with pure snow white hair that fell freely around her face in loose curls. When she saw me standing alone at the doorway as other students filed in she smiled and waved me over to her desk, "You're Morgan correct?" Shyly I nodded, feeling intimidated by the whole 6 inches she had to my 5''6. She smiled and grabbed my elbow spinning me around to face the class, "Alright everyone listen up!" All talk immediately stopped at the woman's booming voice, "This is Morgan Rivers, our new kid. I expect all of you to make her feel welcomed here. Understand?" Heads bobbed as Mrs. Vanometer gives me a gentle push. "Take any free seat that you would like okay?"

I stumbled a bit, but no one dares snicker as I quickly scurried down one of the aisles and take the first available seat I find. Big mistake. A few seconds later a trio enters the room and I instantly know that I'm in some serious trouble. All of them looked stunning, as if they had just came in from a modeling shoot and not second period. The one on the right had light brown hair that was pulled into ponytail, making it curl and fall gracefully over one shoulder. The one on the right, had skin just a shade dark then the others with slanted eyes and dark straight raven hair. The one in middle had unbelievably curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes that were glaring… straight at me.

I gulped as the three approached me and the blonde smiled sweetly. "What do you think you're doing?" My hands, which I had in my lap wringed together, "I'm sorry?" I hadn't meant for it to come out as a squeak, but it did. Heads turned to stare right at us as the Asian girl chuckled behind her hand. The blonde's smile stayed in place, but I could practically feel the annoyance rolling off of her, as she placed her bag, none too lightly on my desk, "You're in my seat." She stated rather plainly.

Immediately I popped up, gathering my things to my chest, "I'm sorry I-" To my shock Mrs. Vanometer cuts me off, "You're fine Morgan, she won't mind moving seats for the new student, now would you Amber?" The girl's smile twitched slightly, but she turned to the teacher and replied in a sugary voice, "Of course Mrs. V." Turning back to me, the smile slipped away to be replaced by one icy look, but her voice never changed as she continued on, her back facing the teacher, "I'd hate to make a newbie feel uncomfortable during the first day."

Slowly, I sat back down as she flounced past me to take a seat in the back. The other girls took their spots on either side of me, and I could feel them practically burning holes into my skull with their viscous stares. I pretended not to notice, and busied myself with jotting down the notes on the board. It was rather difficult for me to write though as my hand was shaking so badly, So that was Amber… No wonder Iris told me to be careful!

I let out a quiet sigh. I'd hate to start off the first day of a new school with an enemy, but from the looks of it, Amber didn't take apologies easily. Suddenly, I felt something hit the back of my shoulder. My hand reached up to brush whatever it was away, only for something to hit my other shoulder as well. What? Something nailed me in the back of the head and then landed in my lap, a paper ball. I stared down at the object for a moment before turning around. The only person sitting behind me was a boy whose attention seemed fixated on something on the board…. And Amber. When our eyes locked, the blonde smirked and gave a little wave.

I turned back around, and a few seconds later, another paper ball hits me in the back of the neck. I grit my teeth, Why me? There's no answer of course, but Amber has seemed to satisfy her paper throwing fetish for now. I try to pay close attention to what Mrs. Vanometer was talking about, something about Shakespeare I think, but my mind keeps drifting as I worry about what I'm going to do after class. I wasn't sure if the trio would confront, but I was hoping that they wouldn't; I didn't want to be in trouble the first day of school, but I also didn't want them to think that I was a pushover.

The answers to my prayers showed up 15 minutes after class had started. Mrs. Vanometer had given us a word-find of Shakespearean plays to do, and the room was filled with a comfortable silence. This was shattered, as the door flung open and a rather tall girl, even taller than the teacher herself, waltzed in. The girl's skin was a dark coffee color, making her vibrant green eyes stand out. The girl sailed over to the teacher's desk, with an almost cat-like grace and handed her a piece of paper, "Sorry I'm late." She purred, "I slept in."

Mrs. Vanometer didn't even look at the note and tossed it into the class, "That's the third time this semester Kim, you should get that alarm clock of yours fixed." The girl Kim, offered the older woman a lazy grin, "Will do." She turned and made her way down the aisle casting a curious look at me. By this time, I had relaxed. I had completely forgotten about the girl Iris had mentioned to me, but now that she was here, I was certain I would be fine. I don't think any would dare to cross this girl.

The rest of the period went by without a hitch and as the bell rang I gathered my things and hurriedly stuffed them into my bag as I ran to catch up with Kim, who was already half way down the hall, "Excuse me!" The girl stopped and glanced over her shoulder at me, "What do you want little girl? You're gonna make me late." I stopped a few feet from her and shuffled my feet nervously, "I'm Morgan, one of your friends, Iris said that you could help me out-"

Kim blinked and leaned forward, studying me closely, "Carrot top sent you?" A grin split across her face, "Well, a friend of Carrot is a friend of mine! What's your next class?" I paused to look at my schedule, "History." Kim grabbed me by the wrist, "Good, then you're with me. Let's go."