Okay guys, I'm back and I'm so sorry I haven't updated! Literally, my life's been a huge blur.

Between homework, projects, tests, strings concerts, SEEING THE HUNGER GAMES(WHICH MIGHT I ADD WAS AWESOME), writer's block, and life in general my free time just slips away.

CURSE YOU SCHOOL!

Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews I received! They really motivate me! Okay, now on to the chapter, I hope it doesn't dissapoint! And also I know it's short but I had like thirty minutes to write this and I really wanted to update. Now on with the show!

Edited: 6/6/13

My cheeks were puffed out as I tapped my pencil eraser on my cheek. I let out the puff of air that I'd been holding in for quite the long time.

"Why does homework have to be so hard?" I groaned in annoyance, burying my face in my soft comforter. When I looked up, my glasses were slightly crooked so I straightened them before giving myself a small pep talk, and finishing my homework. Seriously, it was like teachers didn't want you to have a life outside of school.

Once I'd finished my homework (or as I now called it, the pile of pointless work that keeps me from having a social life), I went downstairs to see what was on the TV… and because I wanted to consume a bowl of cookie dough ice cream.

After I'd gotten a bowl filled with creamy goodness, I plopped myself on the couch and grabbed the remote, switching on the TV and flipping through some channels. Eventually, it turned on to one of those gossip shows. I was about to change it, not caring for those shows, when I saw my name and a picture of me; or rather the old me with the glasses free face and long hair.

I turned up the volume, now curious, and sat on the edge of the couch, shoveling ice cream in my mouth. Thankfully, Mom was upstairs in her room, working and not here or she'd become extremely worried and call my agent, Brock, and start going on and on about how I've been caught. She tends to overreact sometimes. Just shows she cares, I guess.

I guess it was also good my brother, Max, was at a boarding school and my dad was on a long-term business trip. He's always on them, and we hardly get to see him at all. He loves what he does though, so I don't have the heart to complain and tell him to come back home. Besides, I'm not even there all the time.

The host, who was wearing a tight dress and high heels, was talking with the tone of voice that all those hosts have. The whole 'serious' thing going on. Honestly, I don't see why people want to know so much about celebrities. We're no different from anyone else.

"One of the biggest stories in Hollywood is concerning where May Maple has run off to. We've been told by her management team that she is going on a long vacation due to working herself too hard and needing some time to relieve stress. Where could she be having this 'vacation'?" she stressed the word 'vacation' as if it was just a cover up – even though it was. "Who knows, maybe she's in Hawaii with this hottie." They then showed a grainy picture of a brunette and a tall guy with blonde hair.

From far away the girl had hair like I used to and looked the same height, but that definitely was not me. First of all her boobs were way bigger than mine. I looked down at my chest and shrugged. It's not like they were small but… Okay May, stop talking about the size of your boobs.

Not only that, but this guy didn't look like my type at all. I wasn't exactly sure what my type was, but whatever this guy is, isn't it. I wonder how much the paparazzi paid the two to pose for this picture.

The thought made my blood boil. This was one of the reasons why I wanted to talk a break in the first place. I wanted to escape all the rumors and other shit that the media said. None of it is ever true.

"Looks like May could be getting cozy with someone new! Only time will tell, and when she returns I just know the public will be bouncing with questions. I hope Little Miss Charming is prepared! Especially with all her fans wondering where she is. Her fandom – or as they call themselves – 'Charminators' are known as the most dedicated fans. Let's see how this plays out with her return," the host finished with a smile before moving on to another celebrity victim.

I stuck my tongue out at the TV and switched it off before tossing the remote across the room onto another chair.

I was so caught up in my thoughts from this show, I didn't hear Mom come down the stairs, into the kitchen, and ask for me to run to the grocery store to pick up some things for her.

"Oh, May, I'm glad you're here. I need to ask if you can run to the grocery store for me and pick up a couple things. I have the list right here and the store is only a ten minute walk."

Mom had to repeat the question a couple times before I finally answered. "Sure, but you're lucky I finished my homework earlier!" I joked while I walked out the door.

I think the thing I liked most about being here for the time being was I didn't have to hide. Going to the store wasn't a big deal and it wouldn't be on the cover of a magazine. I just felt normal for once.

And I loved it.

The walk to the store didn't take me long; it was only a couple blocks away from my temporary home. It was still around seven, too, so the sun was still out and the weather felt nice as well.

I walked in through the automatic doors and grabbed a little basket, checking the small list Mom had given to me. First on the list was toothpaste, so I wandered around the unfamiliar store until I came across an aisle with way too many choices to choose from.

"Why do people need so many options for toothpaste? You can only try so many," I said quietly to myself, reaching up on my tiptoes to buy a brand I was familiar with that was located on the top shelf.

When I finally got it, I let out a satisfied sigh and walked out of the aisle to go and look for where the bread was located.

While walking through the store, I skidded to a stop upon seeing a familiar boy in front of me.

It had been about a month since our encounter at the school in August, and none of us have talked about it. Our bickering has actually gotten worse, almost to the point where I've been threatened by teachers to get a detention.

"Hey there, March."

I rolled my eyes at Drew's constant need to get my name wrong. And on purpose, too. My name really isn't that hard to remember.

"When are you going to get it through your thick skull that my name is May? Say it with me slowly, Drew, May," I said slowly, taking another step forward and crossing my arms, my basket hanging from my wrist.

Drew stuck a hand out and pushed my shoulder to get me to back away. He succeeded as I stumbled back a couple steps. I glared at him.

"I know it's not a hard name, I just like saying it to piss you off. Looks like it's working, too."

I groaned in annoyance, resisting the urge to punch him in the arm. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"You know, just waiting in the middle of a grocery store for you to come just so you can ask me a bunch of questions that are pointless and irrelevant," Drew said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes again and walked away.

Or at least I tried to.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, May"

I turned around to make a comeback of how I didn't want to see him, when I noticed he was gone. That guy is so strange.

I slammed my hand down on my alarm to stop that majestic noise, and rolled out of bed, promptly sliding off my bed. I attempted to grab on to the covers to save myself when really I just looked like a flailing dinosaur clawing at my blanket.

My hand lazily reached up on my nightstand to grab my glasses after I'd recovered from my fall. I put on the plastic framed glasses and went to my closet, pulling out the first thing my hands grabbed. A pair of denim shorts and an old t-shirt with my favorite baseball team's name written on it. I put on the casual outfit and slipped on some socks and my Sperry Topsiders before trudging over to my bathroom.

I gritted my teeth and made some interesting noises as I tugged a brush through my hair. Then, I brushed my teeth and left the room, grabbing my backpack on the way.

I slowly walked down the stairs, letting a yawn slip past my lips. On the last step, I slipped and almost fell flat on my face before I caught myself. I'm not always the most coordinated person in the morning... not like I ever am, though.

When I was safely on the floor I journeyed to the kitchen and grabbed a slice of toast that Mom had made, and started munching on it, sitting on the counter.

"Good morning, Mother," I said, stuffing the rest of the toast in my mouth. "It's a nice morning, isn't it? The sun is shining and it's not too hot, not too cold." I smiled as Mom only raised an eyebrow at me as she loaded the dishes in the dishwasher.

"I wouldn't expect you to be in a good mood. From what I heard upstairs and when you were coming down here, I'd think a zombie was my daughter," she mused.

"Har har, you're so funny," I said dryly, hopping off the counter and grabbing my backpack once again. "I think I'm going to be off now, bye Mom!"

I was in a very good mood this morning and in an even better mood when I saw my three best friends sitting on the steps of the school.

Misty was wearing her hair in the usual fiery ponytail while wearing Nike tennis shoes, denim shorts, and a t-shirt.

Dawn was wearing a pink dress that went a little above her knees, pink ballet flats, and a white cardigan.

Finally Leaf was wearing knee length denim shorts, a long-sleeved green shirt, and green Converse high tops. Her bangs were in her eyes and her hair was framing her face as she was staring dreamily at someone.

"Uh, guys is Leaf okay?" I asked while waving my hand in her face. Dawn and Misty tried to contain their laughter but failed.

"She's been staring at Gary for the last ten minutes! The sad thing is, I'm not even exaggerating" Misty said while giving in and laughing, covering her mouth with her hands.

"This is the best thing ever, I don't even think she realizes what she's doing," Dawn joined in.

I started laughing too. It was no secret of who everyone liked.

"Oh come on guys, give her a break. We all know that you guys would be dreaming about your crushes if you could right now," I said, laughing and rolling my eyes.

Misty and Dawn both blushed, they're laughter ending.

"And that, May, is why I love you," Leaf said, standing up and hugging me suddenly. I laughed and wrapped my arms around her as well.

"Love you too, Leaf," I said, pulling away just as the five-minute bell rang.

"Leaf, we have to go or Mr. Dick-face is definitely going to make us stay after class to clean the room if we're late again," Misty said to Leaf.

"Ugh, you're right." Leaf hung her head as they both waved goodbye, ran up the steps, and through the doors.

"Shall we go, May?" Dawn asked me, using a Posh accent.

"We shall," I mimicked back while linking arms with her. The two of us laughed at how big of losers we were as we walked to class.

Luckily for us, though, we had Professor Juniper who was completely awesome. Even if we were late, she wouldn't care.

When we made it to the class, the bell had just rung as we walked through the door. Technically, we weren't late.

We walked to our shared table at the back of the class as Professor Juniper started talking. She seemed a lot more excited than usual.

"Good morning, guys!" Professor Juniper exclaimed while picking up an Expo marker. She turned to face us, flashing a smile, and then whipped back around so she could write something on the board.

"Inspiration," she stated while underlining the word on the board. She paused, letting us be confused. "Our semester project is all about what inspires you. I don't care if you make a drawing, a painting, a sculpture... It doesn't matter as long as it inspires you. But, by the end of the semester, you better have something spectacular and worthy of an A! Listen, guys, this is no easy project, which is why it's taking the whole semester. You have to reach within and pull it out from within." The entire class stared blankly at her. She laughed. "Translation: no procrastinating and waiting until the night before it's due to start."

Almost everyone groaned as Professor Juniper just laughed, telling us to get to work.

"Ugh, I don't know what to do. How the hell am I supposed to 'reach from within!'" Dawn said, resting her chin on her hands.

"Dawn, it's literally been five seconds. You'll figure out what to do," I told her, nudging her shoulder with mine.

"Whatever, May. You don't have to be so positive," she said back, laughing and nudging me as well before getting to work.

Meanwhile, I had no idea what I would do either… maybe a sculpture of a music note?

Lame.

The thing is, I don't know what gives me the inspiration to write a piece of music. I just do it, I guess. Random things happen that give the urge - the desire - to write something.

Desire? How am I supposed to incorporate that in a project?

I twisted my lips to the side in thought, taking out a piece of paper to brainstorm on. This is going to be fun.

Algebra was boring, like usual, and almost unbearable with Drew being - well, Drew.

What I didn't know, was that chemistry was going to be that much worse. Especially when I heard Professor Oak began talking.

"So, a lot of you guys aren't going to like this - but before you start moaning and groaning, let me explain what it is. I think this could be fun.

You and your partner are going to be making soap. First, you must research the history of and manufacturing of soap. Then, you'll proceed in making a bar with materials you can buy at the store. Along with this, there will be a fifteen page paper, the first ten pages being the research of soap, and the last five being about how you came to make the soap. This is a big project and while I'll be giving you time in class to work, you must make the soap outside of school. Also, I will be picking your partners."

The entire class groaned. I glanced at Dawn as she was looking back at me.

"I hate life," she mouthed, making me laugh.

"Me too," I mouthed back.

But seriously, what was up with the teachers giving semester projects?

"Professor, who are our partners?" a kid in the class asked. Many of the students questioned, too.

"Whoa, guys, slow down,'' he laughed. "Your partners are going to be the person you share you table with."

"What?!" I exclaimed, slamming my hand on the table.

Professor Oak turned his gaze on me. "Problem, Miss Miracle?"

It was then I noticed every pair of eyes was on me, a few people laughing, knowing the relationship Drew and I shared.

My face turned red as I sunk in my seat. "No, it's nothing."

"That's what I thought," he chuckled. The teachers knew we fought a lot too. "Maybe you'll make a friend out of this."

"Doubtful," I heard Drew mutter. I glared at him.

"Anyways, we'll have class to work but the rest is on you," Professor Oak announced before giving us the cue to begin working.

I turned to face Drew after sharing a "kill me now" look with Dawn. "Okay, Drew, we're going to be working with each other... a lot. I think it's time to… get past our problems. We're going to need to be somewhat… pleasant," I said, scrunching my nose distastefully. It wasn't my fault I didn't like him so much. It was his.

He flicked the section of hair that was always hanging in his eyes. "Fine. But if we're going to be working together, you do realize we're going to work in class, during free period and after school, right?" He pursed his lips. "Maybe on the weekends, too."

"Are you kidding me?" I stared at him blankly. "We're going to work that often? Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I'd actually like to get this project done, so for the rest of the semester we don't have to do anything," he said, talking to me slowly. Dick.

"Fine," I sighed, "but the only reason I'm agreeing to this is because I have an art project too."

"Where do you want to start with the research? Manufacturing or history?" Drew asked.

I stared at him in slight shock. If I'm being honest, I was surprised he even asked for my opinion, I wasn't expecting him to.

"Are you going to sit there, gaping at me, or?" Drew asked, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"I-I'm not gaping," I coughed, "I was just surprised that you asked for my opinion. I expected you to take control and do the whole thing by yourself. Who knew you knew what manners were."

"I'm surprised you even know what manners were."

My mouth dropped, my face turning a light shade of pink.

"Look, can we just start during study hall? We're not going to get anywhere fighting, and I'd rather be working on my other project anyway."

"We just got this and you're already quitting?"

I narrowed my eyes at him before shifting my gaze to the table. "Well, I just got this other project and I have no idea what I'm going to do for it... Juniper says it's about inspiration and," I dropped my voice to a whisper, talking to myself, "that's something I haven't had in months."

I felt Drew's eyes on me and I heard him let out a deep breath. "It's okay. We can start later."

"Sorry. It's just, I've been stressed." I blushed, slumping in my seat. Drew was being nice.

"I can tell. What's up?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"Nothing," I immediately snapped, but then blushed again. "Uh, sorry."

"Well, you better get over it soon. Plus, if we get this project done," he smirked at me, "then you'll have less stuff to stress over."

"I'm not going to say this often, but you're right." I cracked a small grin at him. "We'll just start during study hall, then. Do you have that next?"

Drew nodded and once again, flicked his fringe out of his eyes.

I sighed, hoping the class would end soon. I was getting restless in my seat under Drew's intense gaze.

When the bell rang, I quickly jumped and gathered all of my binders in my arms, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"You coming?" Drew asked, already steps ahead of me.

"Yes, Drew, just give a second," I said, rolling my eyes.

Drew shrugged and walked ahead of me, out of the class. "Bye."

"Drew." I chased after him and out of the classroom.

"Glad to see you caught up, Miracle," he sighed.

Meanwhile, my eyes widened. "No more months?"

"Eh; Miracle seems better suited. Besides, months are getting kind of boring. You can only use the same twelve months so many times," he finished, shaking his head. The thing was, he looked completely serious.

"You're a loser," I said.

"I could say the same for you."

We walked in silence and into an empty hallway, away from the classrooms. We'd probably get in trouble for being in the halls.

The bell had rung, signaling the next period, so the hall would be free for the next forty five minutes. I sat down, leaning against the lockers that were lining the hallway, closing my eyes.

I guess Dawn went ahead to the courtyard, too.

"Don't fall asleep on me Miracle," Drew's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

I opened my eyes, rolling them, and sitting up straighter.

Drew and I decided where we should start and chose to do research on the history of soap. I never thought in all my life I'd be researching, manufacturing, and writing a paper about soap. School was weird.

Eventually, the bell rang and the two of us collected our things, standing up. Drew held a hand out to me, which I took, allowing him to pull me up.

"Okay, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be working with you," I confessed to Drew, giving him a small smile.

"Same here. Who know, maybe we'll become friend through this." He smirked, reaching in his pocket.

I glanced at him curiously. "What are you-?"

He grabbed my hand, opened it, and pressed a thorn-less rose into my hand.

"Drew?" I questioned. "What's this for?"

"Think what you want of it," he said, walking away.

I furrowed my brows, staring at the flower. I then smiled, tucking it into my pocket and walking down the now crowded hallway.

There you have it. Sorry if there are any mistakes or it seems rushed, I was just trying to get this out there. Always PM me if you have any ideas/suggestions for the story.

And also I'm getting excited because I figured out what her art project is about and soon her and Drew will start becoming friends. It's slow but we'll definitely get there soon.

I just have so many ideas in my head right now! It's great, I've been suffering from writer's block since forever! GRRRR. Anway~ I hope you enjoyed. Until next time my fellow dorks:)

-dorkyreader859

Edited A/N: I googled chemistry projects, lol. I'm not smart, okay? I'm taking the class next year :3