-Glitch-

"Attention all freshmen, report to the cafeteria immediately," a woman's voice on the loud speaker yelled impatiently. Avalon and I were already at the cafeteria entrance. The cafeteria was not too big, but to too small.

"This cafeteria isn't that big, but it's not that small either," Avalon completely echoed my thoughts, "But, considering all the freshmen, this place is 'gonna be really crowded." We took our seats and watched as the crowds and crowds of newcomers piled inside the now tiny cafeteria. "Students, we gathered you all here today because it has come to our concern that there are an abnormal large amount of freshmen this year. We are sorry to say this, but the lunch periods will be split into three periods; fifth period, sixth period, and seventh period. You will of course have to share the cafeteria with other grades as well. Many students have asked us if other students can have the same exact schedule as themselves. The answer is; yes some select students may have the same schedule as you, but it has a very unlikely chance to happen. Another question is, 'Are there texting in the halls?'. The school has a strict policy of no cell phones on school grounds, so, no. If you have any further questions, please ask now," the lady who I'm guessing was the principal, scanned the sea of freshmen and finally looked satisfied, "You are a very good group of kids. Now your schedule hasn't arrived in the mail as we said it would because there were a number of you that didn't give us your addresses. So, we will separate you into groups and hand them out individually. The groups will be sorted by the letter of your first name. Have a wonderful year."

Then, she walked out. One of the school's staff members stood up to the microphone and started calling out letters and barking orders. 'A' was called first, obviously. "Bye," Avalon said as she walked towards where the woman pointed. "Bye."

Eventually they got to 'G' and the lady told us to go to room 159. There was a man waiting for us there and he called our first names and handed out our schedules. 'Trigonometry, Biology, A.P. U.S. History, 3rd year Spanish, A.P. English, A.P. English, Lunch, Dance, P.E.' I read to myself. How did I get 3rd year Spanish? And I got lunch sixth period.

I walked over to this other kid and looked over his shoulder at his schedule, "That's sick! You got trig first period too?" The kid looked up, he had those 3D movie theatre glasses on with the lens popped out which made his dark brown eyes look even darker. "Yeah, I heard trig is mad easy." The kid looked really young, like he was twelve or something. "I'm thirteen, I got to skip a grade last year." "Whoa, we got a mind reader over here!" He smiled, "My name's Grey." "Glitch."

-Avalon-

"P.E., Trigonometry, Biology, 3rd year Spanish, double A.P. English, Lunch, Dance," I read out loud. "You have P.E. first period, too," a girl behind me squealed. "Yeah, but we'd be all sweaty for the rest of the day." "No, look," she pointed to a spot on my schedule, "It says yoga. We're not going to sweat. Only the fat people sweat when they're doing yoga for like five minutes." I laughed, "Yeah, only fat people. Oh, yeah, my name's Avalon." "Call me Olivia, it's not my real name, but I like it better. I already knew your name from your piece of paper thingy, but you know it's better this way. So, anyway, I have Trig and Bio right after P.E. too. So, we'll have to sit right next to each other so we'll look like we know people." I smiled, "Okay but I want to sit next to the windows and you can sit right next to me or something." "Nuh, uh girlfriend I'm getting the window and letting the breeze run through my hair and I'll be all like 'my hair's blowing in the wind'," she sang the last part. "Ha ha, no. You funny. No wait, why don't we both just sit by the window?" "Oh yeah, that's smarter," she laughed.

We walked over to the gym and waited outside the door, clueless. No one was inside. "Where's everyone?" "Ohmygosh, wait we have yoga! It's in a classroom," Olivia screamed and started to run and pull me upstairs at the same time. "Calm yourself! We'll just be like 'Oh yeah, sorry we're late, we got lost.' Or something." "No! Our window seats are taken!" She whined quietly as we walked in. "Girls, did you get lost?" The teacher asked us. We both nodded. We chickened out at the same time and didn't want to say anything. "He looks like a pedophile," she whispered to me. I burst out laughing and the rest of the kids looked at me like I was crazy. Olivia laughed at their expressions, "Look at these people. They think we're crazy." We sat in the corner of the room, by the back door and the teacher, Mr. Nuzzo began his life story. I wondered what class Glitch was in. I'd have to ask him later.

Trig and bio passed by really fast. Olivia made me hurry to each class to make sure we got the window seats this time, which we did.

As we were going different ways at the beginning of fourth period, I saw Glitch. "Glitch! What do you have right now," I walked over to him, "I got 3rd year Spanish. Then, double A.P. English." "Me too!" I smiled. We didn't have the exact same schedule but that was okay.

We walked into the classroom and took our seats at the back of the classroom. The teacher started to great himself, "Hola! Me llamo Angel."

yay i got another DC character in here! i seriously need to get the dancing in somewhere..hm...