I walked into the cafeteria and was immediately met with hundreds of staring eyes. With a gulp, I tried continuing walking my best just straight, putting left in front of right (as you always start with the left), and mostly not falling straight on my face on the first day of school. Somehow Luke was able to spot me, and he waved me to a table right in the middle of the cafeteria. The group from before was there, while everyone else in the cafeteria merely stared at this table in awe. I was right in assuming everyone there but me were popular, yet I was still invited to sit down. I thought for a moment, wondering what exactly what would happen if only they knew how humble and simple my means were, how poor I was or that I came from many homes because I was a foster kid, and if any of this would matter. However, I knew from experience to not bring up anything personal about my life unless asked, and sometimes not even then. I mean, they didn't really care about my life. I lived my life and I didn't care about it that much, so total strangers would definitely not care. I bit into my peanut-butter and boysenberry jam in silence as everyone else talked and gossiped.

"So where were you after class? I waited around for like, 2 minutes," Luke asked at the same time I took a huge bite of food to eat. I could never understand why all guys did that, as if they couldn't see that you were 'going in for the kill.'

I swallowed my food as quickly as possible and explained "We got out early, so I meandered to the music room. Do any of you do music?" I asked the group diplomatically.

They all looked at each other and laughed. I smiled sadly and tried to laugh along with them; a little crushed my somewhat new friends were degrading a very valuable skill that I had learned to enjoy and utilize. We may have a lot in common, but the lack of not liking music was really going to be a slight problem in the future, I could just tell. Music was such an integral part of my life; I really could not imagine why no one else would like to do it. They began talking again, not really in acknowledgement of me, which I was kind of very okay with. Sometimes, just with certain groups, you began to be tired of their slight pettiness easily, and I could sense myself with getting just a tad frustrated. By the time lunch was over, I sprang up unnaturally and turned to walk to my journalism class (I had needed an extra elective, and that was all that had come up). I walked, once again not really knowing where to go, when Luke came up behind me, taking me out of my daze, and thus scaring the crap out of me.

"Luke! You just, cannot go doing that to people!" I said as I continued walking a little faster and with more purpose, almost daring him to follow me. Which he did, hook line and sinker.

"Hey Lizzy, I am really sorry about lunch. The group, well..," he trailed off, which stopped me enough to look at him. "I think it's really cool music is your thing. See, some people like me are not really good at things, and they wish they can be talented enough to be able to use things like pianos to make other people….." He grinned a little and reached into his pocket. " Now, don't tell Owen this, but," he held out a guitar pick. I looked down and smiled back at him, getting his message. Guess I wouldn't be alone in the music boat.

"Go to class," I hurried him off. He looked down at his watch, groaned, and headed with a running sprint down the stairs to heaven knows what class. I continued walking, hoping I'd gotten the direction to my class right, still slightly amused by what happened. I turned a corner, reaching a dead end. I frowned, looked up in thought, and turned back around. It was then I saw him, the boy from the music room, heading down a horizontal hallway. He was pushing a metallic contraption with wheels and books piled high on them, and seemed to be somewhat struggling with the exertion. Our eyes met and his widened more than I ever think mine could. He looked down and tried pushing it faster to more than likely not have to talk to me. Suddenly I snapped out of my phase, and started jogging up to see and ask him for directions. This seemed to freak him out even more, as he gave up on pushing the cart and instead just kept walking very quickly.

"Hey, hey you!" I called out, following him down the corresponding hallway and stopping right next to the poor abandoned cart. He was already on the other side of the hall at this point, and must have decided I no longer posed any potential threat (since I was oh-so-dangerous looking already), as he turned around to look at me. His albino blonde hair was about as messy as mine, his sweater vest looking very odd and formal and very… out of place in this homey high school. As I meticulously analyzed him, he gave me an irritated expression and I nodded for no reason whatsoever. "Do you know where the journalism classroom is?"

He gave me another strange look, and pointed down the hall behind me and to the left. "Room 37," he stated in a voice of great informative authority. Why on earth he had this room number memorized I was not very sure, but nonetheless, I was no indebted to him for his help.

"Thank you!" I called back to him as I turned around and started going the way he had directed me to.

"You're going to be very late you know," he called back to me. I turned around once again, very surprised he was talking to me, since he practically ran very much on the away from me side not but three minutes ago.

"Yeah I know," I said very lamely. "But, you know, I'm new here, so I might get cut some slack." I awkwardly laughed and shrugged, not really sure how to behave with this strange boy. I tuned again with a little wave and once again ushered down the hall to get to my class. As I rounded the corner, I still saw him staring after me, which for some reason gave me a nice sense of ego-boost which was rare and yet oh so very necessary when you were a teenage girl. I was in deep thought about him (and I still had no idea what his name was), when I spotted the room he had stated earlier and cautiously opened the door. Luckily for me, the teacher was pretty relaxed, and once I explained the circumstances to why I was late, she allowed it this time.

"It is quite a difficult classroom to find if you are not really thinking about it and don't know where you're going," she laughed. I couldn't agree anymore. I was shown some samples of work students did in the paper, and I tried to hide my concern. The pieces were somewhat underdeveloped, with a lot of grammatical errors and somewhat unimportant news topics. But, I thought, I guess in a small town, not much really happens so not much can be said about that.

I was instructed I could start on a piece for the upcoming school paper next class, and to just spend time thinking about something to write upon. This luckily required not very much thought and concentration, and I was able to muse on my first day here as I eagerly awaited the bell ringing. I thought of my new "friends," of the interesting character of Luke, but most of all, I thought of the mysterious blonde boy. I wondered if in the hall he recognized me as the girl who had been at the piano at lunch, or why he didn't look like he wanted to talk to me, but then randomly started a conversation with me. Strange was the only word I could describe his mannerisms with, and I was all the more entranced by it, and by him.

RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG. Oh that heavenly sound. I sprang up like everyone else did, and maneuvered my way through the crowd of people to the door and hurried to get out, and was met by Luke.

"Hey there Lizzy," he laughed as we started walking down the hallway. I smiled kindly and looked up to him, suddenly guilty of my conversations and thoughts of the Mystery Boy (of which he would be dubbed in my mind until I actually managed to learn his name). I managed to shake aside my feelings though, and decided engaging conversation with Luke would make me feel better.

"Hello there Luke, or can I call you 'Master Guitar-man,'" I grinned. He looked at me with a furrow on his blue brow and we stopped. I looked up at him, confused. "What's wrong?"

He looked away, then back to me. "I didn't think you of all people would make fun of me for that… I thought you'd think it was cool, and just, never mind..."

I laughed with a shake of my head. "Luke you're so silly! I do think its super cool you play guitar, but of course I'd have to hear you first before I can truly bas e a proper analysis on it all. I was just messing around with you; I would never make fun of something you obviously really like doing."

He smiled again, and we continued walking to the school exit. "It is a secret though," he clarified. I crossed my heart and offered my pinky to him solemnly to show how my recognition of his statement. He merely laughed at my offer, and led me outside. The sun shone brightly and I stretched my arms up to wake me up farther (as the previous night I had not gotten all that much sleep due to slight first-day-nerves). I got once again wrapped in my thoughts, when I turned and realized Luke had been trying to talk to me.

"Could you repeat that pretty please?" I smiled as sweetly as I could manage.

He shook his head and said, "I was just wondering if you'd been around town yet, or if you were still very new that you hadn't, but no I get it, I'm not important!" he cried out dramatically.

I rolled my eyes, and linked arms with him. "Show this town away!"

And that was how I spent the rest of my day. He showed me the Inn, at which Chase and Kathy both worked at (as Chase was apparently this super amazing cook, and Kathy's dad was a bartender). We passed the general store (that Pheobe's dad owned), the infirmary (which I noted because I would probably end up there often due to my accident prone life), and the tailor shop (which I knew immediately I would not spend very much time, or money, at). We passed a couple of random houses, and I was distracted by a big fancy one, and made him stop in front of it.

"Why do you want to see this one Lizzy?" he sighed as I cut him off. It was beautiful and very old-fashioned, which I very much liked. The shutters and flower beds really just made it very perfect.

"It's a very nice house," I stated to him as he rolled his eyes.

"It may be nice and all but trust me; neither you or me is getting in that house any time soon. That is the Mayor and his son's house and believe me, you don't want to go around talking to them. Well, the Mayor is all right, but his son…" he scoffed, "let's just say, we're better off not even talking about him."

He continued the grand tour down the beach to stroll on it (which I found a very pretty seashell), and he introduced me to the local fisherman. He ended the town tour with a very brief glance at town hall, and then hurriedly pulled me back down the stairs. We continued walking to another part of the island where many of the other people's houses were. I expected him to show me his house, but I never saw it, until I finally said:

"Luke, this is nice and all, but I want to see where you live, why haven't you shown me that?"

"I'm getting there!" he said as we walked up a hill and I was greeted with the sight of a lumber mill, the mouth of a cave, and a small house which advertised the selling of seeds (which I dutifully noted as I knew if I wanted to eat for the next year, I needed to start planting fast). We passed Owen, who was pounding away on a very big rock, and stopped, in front of the lumber mill. I looked at him, and realized all day I hadn't noticed a loop on his belt that was just big enough for an axe handle.

"So you're the lumberjack's son?" I asked with slight surprise. Really, I could never have imagined it all day.

"Yeah, I am which is exactly why only you know about my guitar playing. My Dad..." he started pacing, and then turned back to me, "he just wouldn't understand."

"Your secret is very safe with me," I assured with a grin.

"Luke? Luke is that you?" a booming voice called from inside. Luke groaned and turned back to me.

"Duty calls I suppose. I hope you had a fun day," he hugged me, greatly surprising me. He kind of blushed and with a quick "See you tomorrow!" he was inside again. I walked away from his house, and noticed it was getting dark, so I headed back to my house, barely getting there just before dark. I walked in and once again mused on my day. It had been surprisingly not that bad for such a small town, and I had found people to talk to. As I got ready for bed, I once again thought of the Mystery Boy. As I turned off my lights and went to bed, I vowed tomorrow I would find out his name, befriend him, and get to know better the boy who had wandered in my mind all day.