A/N: Hello. Um, well a lot of shit has happened to me over the course of a month. Here's a run down. 1.) I am now a proud Maximum Ride addict. (fuck Twilight) 2.) I have homework…OVER FREAKING SPRING BREAK. (Can you say crazy school, or what?) and 3.) On a more serious note, a family member of mine had to have heart surgery and I have been a nervous wreck. But all's well now! (: I would highly appreciate it if you review. Please and Thank you.

Disclaimer: Why not, I do NOT own TDI series. Why no, you may not sue me. (:

I was awoken to a piercing buzz from my alarm and my crazy mother pouring ice cold water on me. What a darling.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I sat up in my, now soaking wet, bed and started wiping off the excess water.

"It's time for school. Get up, lazy butt." She mumbled while shoving a bagel in her mouth and exiting my room. The sad part was that this was my average day. I gave a long sigh and hopped out of my dark sheets and got dressed for school, yet again. I put on a Rolling Stones tee-shirt, my dark jeans, and my converse and head out the far away door to my boring as hell school. Heading off to the bus stop, I realized that I forgot my iPod.

"Damn." I said under my breath.

"What?" Duncan asked while tucking away his iPod. How did he hear that?!

"I forgot my iPod." I huffed as I joined Duncan on the curb.

"Good Job, Einstein. Well, I guess we are only using my iPod after school." He smirked.

We hopped on the bus like everyday of our lives and found an open seat behind Hope and Mason, yet again. It was an average bus ride until my eyes started to wander around the bus and landed on a tall, black haired boy sitting towards the front. He looked new and confused. I also noticed that he was carrying a guitar case in his lap. Ah, great. Another Elvis. I tapped Hope on the shoulder, which caught the interest of both guys. "Yeah, Gwen?"

"Who's that kid at the front?" I asked looking straight at him.

"The one with the green shirt??" she asked kind of stupidly.

"Yeah, who is he?" I sighed under my breath.

"I think his name is Todd?" She said tilting her head unsure.

"No, his name is Trent. He's from out of town and he's a major musician…as you can tell by the giant guitar case." Mason stated easily, "Why?"

"Oh, no reason." I relaxed back in my seat. There you go kids, just another reason why Mason is our Go-to-Guy. New kids usually don't fit in for a good while. The school is flat out confusing, the kids are jerks, and the teachers are idiotic bastards. I felt a bit of sympathy towards him but maybe he'll find friends with the band geeks..

Once the bus had come to a stop the boy made an awkward eye contact with me and then watched as everyone exited the bus. Once off the bus, I walked swiftly towards my locker with Duncan trying to get my attention the entire time. Unfortunately, he caught up with me.

"Hey, Gwen. Wanna come to my house after school and watch a movie?" He asked resting his back against the locker next to mine.

"Sure. Which movie?" I asked while sorting things in my near empty locker.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out." He smirked with a giant grin on his face.

Suddenly, a strange deep voice came blasting through the intercom."DUNCAN MEYERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!" the principal paused, "AND NO WEAPONS WHATSOEVER!"

I sighed and slapped him on the arm. "What the hell did you do this time?"

"Nothing! I swear! Nothing!! Not that I know of…" he said rubbing the back of his neck, "But I better go. Wish me luck?"

"Luck." We exchanged a hug and he left for the principal's office. He went there often and usually it was for something REALLY stupid. I shut my locker and started walking towards my next class until someone stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Uh. Hey. Sorry, I'm new here and ,uh, do you know where Room 73 is?" This boy stood straight up and looked me directly in the eyes. He had a camouflage shirt, bright, emerald green eyes, those expensive jeans from the department store, and green converse.

"Oh ya. It's down the hall to your right, the one with the red door. Honestly, you can't miss it unless your color blind." I joked staring into his eyes. I have to admit he was pretty freaking cute but he seemed like the type that would turn out to be a stuck manwhore.

"Oh, thanks. Uh, I'm Trent." He introduced giving me full eye contact. He seemed pleasant, but definitely a band geek.

"Gwen." I responded, now sort of interested in this far-away stranger. Unfortunately, the bell rang its usual tone and signaled us to first period.

"Well, I better get going. I'm gonna need all the time I can to find these classes in this maze." He joked looking down at his schedule once again.

I giggled. "Have fun with that." We smiled one last time at each other and went our separate ways to class. My mind was torn between 'he seems nice' and 'wow, what a freak.'

***(In Language Arts)***

I took my normal cold, lonely, seat and proceeded to take out my torn up notebook. Once the 'tardy' bell rang it's usual chime, a certain-someone charged into class with his green-eyes bugging out, looking at the 40(give or take) students, who were curiously whispering to each other about who this new stranger was and why he was here. When he finally snapped back to reality, he hastily handed the teacher a small, yellow slip of paper-probably a late pass-to which the teacher excitedly announced his arrival, "Class, this is Trent. He is from out of town so feel free to introduce yourselves but on your own time please," she paused looking down at her seating chart, "Trent,sweetie, why don't you take a seat next to Gwendolyn over there."

Ugh, did she have to say Gwendolyn?!

He nodded and smiled as my heart began pounding out of my chest, then dropped to my stomache-it's final resting place.

As he sat down he spoke few, yet adorable words,"Ha, Gwendolyn, that's cute."

I chuckled under my breath hen tilted my head in a different direction and let out an ear to ear grin while I felt my cheeks getting a bit warm. Honestly, I don't want to bore you with the speech our teacher started yakking about.

I spaced out during the whole thing, I caught a few words, though. Two words. Poetry. Week. Another two words. Fuck. Yes. I am quite aware that poetry fits nicely into the Goth stereotype that we are all dark and have no lives, but for some odd reason, I fine pleasure in writing.

Once the few words that brightened my day- no, WEEK!- were spoken my attention was drawn to the perky teacher. It was a good thing to because she started explaining our first assignment. (Just for the record, if Duncan was here he would be mocking me by saying 'Goody Goody' or 'Kiss-Ass'. But thank dear God for that one.) Again, the last thing I would want to do is bore the living CRAP out of you so I am just going to skip the part where the teacher explained the assignment and the ignorant students asked utterly ridiculous questions.

The teacher finished explaining the assignment which was to write a poem-any type that our High School hearts desired- about a geographical landscape of our choosing. She then let us work while she went back to reading her Twilight book. (It's sad really that TEACHERS of all people had to be sucked into that Hell-hole of a novel.)

Somewhere along the time period of 9:30-10:00 I lost my inspiration, that's right. Completely blank. Writer's block gone BAD. However, due to my overwhelming about of stamina, I continued to write. Sure it wasn't my best, but hey, even Shakespeare had his off days, right?

Five minuets and a stanza later, I felt a gentle tap on my right shoulder, to which I turned to my left. Why? I don't even freaking know. I bet that's gonna be a new dumb blonde joke now. I can see it now:

Random Idiot: What did the blonde do when someone taped her on her right shoulder??

Class of 5th Graders: TURNED TO HER LEFT! DUH!!

Anyways, back to reality. "So, uh, what's yours about?" Trent asked, looking pretty stumped himself.

"Actually, I'm not quite sure exactly what it's about." I looked back down at my paper, "Probably a dark forest at night. Under the moon light, maybe?" Again, I am quite aware of the Goth stereotype here, thank you very much.

"Hah. Mysterious, cool." He responded a bit, how do you say…impressed? I was obviously a bit taken back. Usually when I tell people that kind of dark and ominous crap they back away slowly making a cross with their fingers. But he sort of, accepted it…I mean accepted ME.

"Thanks. What's yours about?" Why I was socializing and actually being nice to some second hand Elvis is a mystery to me, but I was sort of enjoying it.

"Hmm, probably the beach. 'Cause, you know, it's the easiest." I smiled at his average ways.

"Tsk, Tsk. Taking the easy way out I see." His smile brightened the room.

"Hah, you know it." We shared a simple, yet extremely awkward, laugh. After a silent pause, he started to speak again.

"How about we help each other out a bit." I noticed that he didn't make eye contact. Aw, he was shy.

"Sure. I mean, uh, why not?" Way to keep your cool there, Gwenny.

"Why don't you go first."

What I wanted to say: NO! It sucks. It's HORRIBLE. YOU GO FIRST, please?

What came out: "Sure. Here it goes:"

The forest screamed intimidation;

She bleed with hear.

Her voice cried with her final breathe,

But she could not be heard.

As her journey barely continued,

So did her false hope.

Her life flashed before her eyes-literally,

Past experiences meant nothing anymore.

I met his eyes- let me rephrase that- sparkling, emerald eyes. His jaw was nearly to the ground…Was it that bad?

"Woah, that was so fucking good." I smiled as a sign of gratitude and that I found it funny how he seemed like a goody-goody and he just dropped an f-bomb.

"Haha, thanks. Really, thanks." I smiled, yet again. ( I think that today, I broke the record of how many time I have smiled in one day.) "So, let's hear your masterpiece."

"Okay, it's no where NEAR as good as yours but:"

The beach;

Where fish and humans become one.

The sun;

Warms the living creatures basking in its beauty.

The water;

Keeping the people astonished.

"That's really good too."

"Yeah, but not nearly as good as yours." I blushed a bit. Just a bit! Don't think I'm falling head over heals for this dude.

We spent the entire time just talking about completely random topics, such as music interests, views on Miley Cyrus, and Vitamin water. Please, just…Don't. Ask. I found out that he likes The Beatles, Elton John, and I think, it was The Bee Gees. He also, hates Miley Cyrus, and we both are fond of Vitamin Water. When I say fond, I mean, we don't HATE it but we aren't making love to it, get it? He never heard of my favorite bands, but hey, that's okay-most people don't anyways. Although, he has heard of Nirvana, but yet again, who hasn't.

So far, this is going to be a great class…I can tell.

A/N: Ignore the incredibly HORRIBLE and cheesy poems above. Actually, the first one was my poem I MIGHT write for LOST. (aka. The best show EVER!) Anyways, Review? Please? Thank you. ALSO, all Maximum Ride fans MUST unite!!! (: Xoxo, Ciara.