A/N: Hey guys! I know you probably are shocked that I'm already on my fourth chapter and a week has barely passed. I bet by the time it's December the third I'd have my sixth chapter up. Anyway, the real action starts somewhere between chapters eight to twelve. Anyway, I don't see many reviews lately. Anyway, don't forget to review at the end of the chapter.

Recent Changes: Also, I've changed Alexandra Chandler's name to Angela Frost. And Beverly Hills High to Pacific Northwest High. And, last but not least, (hopefully!) I've changed New York to San Francisco. The year is currently 2030 and which means there are alot of changes like, Heatherfield is no longer a small town etc etc.... whatever, you get the idea.

D/C: I'm not going to even bother…

Chapter 4 — Forever Friends

The day had gone just as efficiently as I planned it would have been, and you know what? What made it even more better was that I hooked arms with my two best friends since kindergarten (and the entire world for that matter) walking towards the science classroom, which happened to be our sixth period there.

After we entered the classroom, I was hit by this aroma that you would have found when you go into those science labs, or something like that. The class was pretty big compared to my last class. The teacher, who had ash blond hair and hazel eyes, stood in front of the blackboard, with this expression that came across a scowl and err, a smile.

Kayla Madison, who happened to be one of my two best friends, had a pale complexion and black hair and hazel eyes. She had recently joined the freshman soccer team (it was an all girls soccer team by the way). She about the average height and she was a pretty intense when she's game…

Candace Mendoza was my other best friend. She had shoulder length and layered brown hair and recently dyed the tips of her dull brown hair to bright pink (I kid you not, and you would have thought that would have looked terrible but looked pretty flickin' if you asked me)

I checked the clock; it was only eleven after and what a long day it has been.

And to make matters worse, that day wasn't even over yet.

Great, that was just great.

"Hello!" The teacher plastered a smile to cover the scowl he had earlier, as everyone settled down to their seats like we were having the best time we had in our life even though it was the dullest day of my life. "My name is Mr. Luchashevanski and welcome to Science 9!"

Oh my God, you have to be kidding with me. A person with the last name of Luchashevanski was teaching us? If all the teachers that taught here at this fancy (not to mention big) school had tacky last names like that…

I was going to prepare to run for my life.

Literally.

And you would have though that the teacher was a tad bit over excited. I mean, seriously. Who is their right mind would be so excited about science.

Except for the nerds, of course. But, minus the nerds.

Seriously, who cared what they thought? But then again, whatever.

Candace, who sat to my right said something like. "Isn't somebody a little overzealous today."

I nodded as if I knew what that meant even though I didn't have the slightest clue what Candace just said to me, Mr. Luchashevanski (I'm pretty surprised myself that I was able to spell his name, much less pronounce), told us a brief introduction about himself and bunch all that crap as if I cared.

Kayla said something like. "Wow, that is one heck of a last name."

Just as I said. "We're bound to be bored in this class if he's teaching us."

"I know right—"

The teacher cut her off by clapping his hands together and said. "Alright enough with the chatter, I'm about to start the roll call. If I pronounce your wrong, correct me if I do."And with that he scrolled down the list of students and began by saying. "Kara Adams?"

Seriously, he said chatter.

Who says that these days?

The girl with faux blond hair and brown eyes called Kara Adams raised her hand. "Here."

Anyway, which the teacher went down the roll call, we passed notes back and forth until the time passed. I mean like, what would you be doing if you were stuck in a class room where the teacher took forever calling out the roll call? Pft, it's not like the teacher would care if we did. "Amelie Forest?"

"Here!" A girl with bright red hair chirped.

The teacher squinted before saying. "Crystal Huntley?"

That was my cue to say, so I straightened my back and said. "Present."

After that, Kayla went back to where she left off. "And when I was back at Kauai, I met so many cute guys! Of course, it would have been better if you were there, Candy. Maybe it would take your mind of your break up with Steven, Chrysalis."

God, I really hated that nickname. It reminded me of butterflies.

And what made it even more worse that she mentioned my ex-boyfriend, Steven Desmond. It was bad enough that he dumped me for some dumb blond girl, but that didn't mean that she had the permission to say it to my face just when I was beginning to get over him.

"Don't call me Chrysalis." I snapped at Kayla, my eyes brimming with absolute scorn. "And don't mention Steven to my face again, it was just as bad enough that he dumped me for some faux blond slut, but that didn't mean that you are entitled—"

And the last sentence came louder that I had planned, and then the teacher stop calling out names and said. "Miss Huntley, is there a problem? I can assure you that I take absolutely zero tolerance for talking in this class. Do you want to report to the Principals' office, Miss Huntley?"

I replaced my scornful expression with a cheerful one as I straightened my posture. "No of course not, Mr. Luchashevanski."

And with that, he continued with his roll call. "Kayla Madison?"

Kayla plastered a phony smile before saying. "Here!"

And I turned towards Kayla and continued, wearing yet another scornful expression. "Doesn't mean that your entitled to say his name to my face. Just because we broke up, still doesn't mean I'm over him…" I said, my tone softened when I mentioned his name.

"Candace Mendoza?"

"Here, Mr. Luchashevanski." Candace said, wearing a worried expression. I guess that she sensed a little tension between us. I mean like, come on, what would you have done if your best friend in the entire world (universe, whatever) thinks she can—

"Alright class, settle down, now shall we?" The teacher, Mr. Luchashevanski said as he placed the attendance folder calmly on his desk while he clapped his hands together, plastering the biggest smile he could muster. "Since it's our first day together, it's a perfect opportunity to start our first science lesson today! Isn't that such a great idea?"

Oh no, he must be joking.

Right?

—

Anyway, the rest of class was insanely mind-numbing. All we ever did was talk about some damn formula that we were suppose to know for some damn test we were having next week. Next week, I tell you! And the week was not even finished and he is telling us we are going to have some darn test? Damn, the fates…

While Mr. Luchashevanski or whatever his name was still discussing what we had to do in our upcoming assignment that was going to be due next week, I avoided Kayla because I was in a pretty darn steamed mood. God, one of the things I hated about her is her large mouth. Sometimes it seemed like it wasn't connected to that thing she called a brain.

"Crys?" Kayla titled her head towards my desk, "Are you okay?"

I slowly turned my head towards my right side. "Does it look like I'm okay?" I snapped in a sharp tone. And then I added, "I'm kind of trying to learn… so would you please—"

"Like real you do." Candace snickered. "Crystal, you hate school as much as I do."

Swell.

"Crys?" Kayla titled her head towards my desk, "Are you okay?"

I slowly turned my head towards my right side. "Does it look like I'm okay?" I snapped in a sharp tone. And then I added, "I'm kind of trying to learn… so would you please"

"Like real you do." Candace snickered. "Crystal, you hate school as much as I do."

Swell.

Anyway, that obnoxious bell rung. And I've got to tell you it wasn't as obnoxious as I usually thought it was, it was music to my ears. I couldn't wait to run towards my next period so I could get away from Kayla and her large mouth. I ran so fast I almost bumped into someone…

"Oh, um… sorry?" I said, looking at the person which happened to be a guy. A pretty hot guy to be exact. He had brown hair tinted with gold and green eyes. And um, did I forget to mention that he was a really hot guy? He had a black tank with a pair of shorts (or army shorts whatever you call them..)

The guy looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, no problem. I was going to be late for class. I'm Chase." And then he stuck his hand out, I shook it and I said. "Cool, I'm Crystal. Well, see you around. I gotta fly."

I waved good bye and I quickly head towards the next direction.

God, did I forget to mention that he was hot? I mean really hot but…

I checked my schedule and sighed, my next class was with some lady with the name of Glosser and guess who else was going to be in my class?

Kayla.

Holy cow, I knew that my luck was bad but I didn't know that my luck was this bad. I swear the fates really hate me, or why else would the fates put me in a class where Kayla was in, but then again, I didn't have to sit with her. So when I went in the class, which I figured out that every desk was paired in two. Just my luck, Kayla came in.

"Oh, hi Crystal!" Kayla greeted me. "I can't believe it that we're in the same class together! Oh I can't wait, why don't we sit together?"

Brilliant idea, Kayla. Just another brilliant idea to make my day worse…

I grumbled, not really wanting to be rude or anything so I sat with Kayla, who was chatting happily totally oblivious to my misery. The teacher, which I assumed to be, was a rather plump woman. She had a waist bigger than two desk combined. I guess that she was very fond of eating a lot…

"Well, hello everyone!" The teacher, who was Ms. Delaney said, plastering a huge grin. "As you can see, my name is Ms. Delaney and welcome to Art!"

Swell.

I was stuck in Art, wasn't I?

And the teacher was some large woman that had a waist twice the size of a normal man.

Scary.

"Can you believe that she's our teacher? I mean, c'mon, it had to be her of all the ninth grade teachers?!" Kayla exclaimed.

Whatever, and then I'm all, "Well, she's the only cooking teacher for ninth grade, isn't she? So I don't think it's that all odd."

And kept her shut up, well until Ms. Delaney gave us a brief introduction about herself Kayla said something like, "I hope we bake cookies!"

That was random, I mean c'mon, I wonder what Kenneth sees in her.

I mean that in the kindest way possible.

"Ah, well. Settle down everyone," Ms. Delaney grinned, even though some of the students were standing up in there chairs like annoying little brats. I mean c'mon, seriously. Doesn't she ever stop smiling. "Let's see, ah, I'm going to do the attendance," and then she grabbed the folder. "So correct me if I mispronounce your name."

Ms. Delaney gave us another grin before saying. "Carmen Amarelle."

"Here." The girl call Carmen Amarelle said. "And it's Karma."

Name after name, Ms. Delaney seemed to pronounce every single name worse than the last time.

"Christine Huntley."

WTF.

She did not just call me that.

She called me Christine.

"Um, no." I said, in the nicest way possible. "It's Crystal."

Ms. Delaney nodded and then proceeded with the next name, "Raine Keyhani."

"Here."

And then she continued and then she paused before saying, "Kayla Madison?"

"Here!" Kayla chirped.

Mrs. Delaney stopped and said, "Are you related to someone? Chloe? Chloe Madison?"

The smile that danced across her lips froze. It wasn't like Kayla disliked her sister, but she was tired of being compared to her sister, who was an extremely intelligent twelfth grader with an IQ practically above the scale. She wanted to be noticed for her skill and ability, not because of her sister's ingenuity.

Kayla grumbled a feeble. "Yeah, that's her."

"Oh, that's incredibly! I can see the resemblance. She was just the brilliant student I had," Ms. Delaney complimented as Kayla sunk into her seat with ever word. "I've never had such a brilliant student in years. Not that the others were not intelligent but Chloe displayed such charisma. I'm sure you're just as intelligent as that sister of yours."

The part when Ms. Delaney made an emphasis for charisma almost made me burst out laughing.

Did I forget to mention that Kayla absolutely hated when everyone said that?

After Ms. Delaney's praise and finally finished the roll call, Ms. Delaney gave us an assignment what she would call a group project. We were put in groups of six that were consisted of five. There were about thirty students in here and she'd managed to put us in six groups without leaving anybody out.

Not bad, for someone her age but…

"Hi, as you can see, my name is Kayla Madison…" I heard Kayla's brief story about herself a mile away, I grumbled.

Wouldn't she ever shut up!

Anyway, I meant that in the kindest way possible. So if I recalled correctly, there were about three guys and three girls including me. Some guy was drawing something that appeared to be… a surf board or a pair of roller blades, I was never too sure…

"Alright, I'm Karma Amarelle." The girl said, her voice loud. She was wearing her hair in a messy bun as if she didn't have the time in the world to put it in a decent ponytail. She had worn a collar shirt and a pair of baggy jeans with converse high tops. And if you ask me, her clothes clashed terribly. I mean c'mon, who wears bright red on the second day of school?

"So, I'm like a freshman and I'm pretty smart. My favorite subjects are Science, Math, History, Art and of course Creative Writing." Can you believe this girl, she actually wanted to learn, there was nothing wrong with that but if there's anything she needs to improve it was her appearance.

Apparently she didn't have the decency to at least take a good whiff of herself.

And then the funniest part is when everyone else in the class went silent and she was still talking as if we were engrossed to whatever she was talking about. And then when she noticed everyone stop talking she flushed a deep scarlet even though she had bright red hair.

Like my mother always says, you should not judge somebody by their appearance.

Anyway.

She looked so red it would probably make most tomatoes ashamed.

"Um… I'm done talking for now." Karma said, her name reminded me of that saying. I'm not so sure, and then some dude, the very same boy who was drawing err, what looked like a skate board said something like. "I'm Garfield Olsen."

"Hey are you named after that—"

The boy looked Garfield looked peeved. "No I'm not named after that cat."

I straighten my posture, did this boy even know who he was talking about. "No of course not, Garfield. As a matter of fact, I was actually going to ask you if you were named after the twentieth president of America that was assassinated after being six months in office. Am I correct?"

The guy looked absolutely shocked, as if he didn't see this coming. The guy beside him slapped in him the back and said, "She got you bro!"

Like I said before, you shouldn't judge a girl by her appearance.

A/N: Tell me, I bet none of you knew that Garfield James Abram was actually a person, much less the twentieth president. And yes, the fact is actually true if anybody didn't know. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I know it was pretty short but I promise I will make longer chapters in the future…

With love,

Jennifer S.