"Can you believe we're moving back to Cali?! I missed the sunny beaches sooo much!" My 20 year old sister Dallas chirped. I just shrugged shutting off the radio angrily. The Heart Never Lies by the Paris Singers was just blowing from the speakers and I couldn't stand that song.

After living in Texas for all of middle school and half of high school, I had grown to endure and maybe even love it. I made plenty of nice friends, girls, and even had my first almost boyfriend. Yeah it was sad that I'm 15 years old and I never had a boyfriend. Who would want to be with someone like me anyway? I sighed and stared out the window at the pure blue sky with fluffy white clouds swaying.

"Come on, Mitch cheer up. It's your first day and you're not gonna get many friends with that attitude." Dallas scolded lightly. I rolled my eyes. I had plenty of friends back home in Texas that I would kill to be laughing with right now. I know I was being selfish, but I really would rather kiss a cactus than be here in California again.

"Maybe I don't want any friends in this stupid state." I mumbled with my mind unwillingly flashing to worn out memories. She puffed a sigh and looked at me sympathy drenched in her brown eyes. I didn't need pity, I wanted to go back home, dunked in my warm blankets of my bed, and forget everything that was trapped in my heart of California.

"It's been 6 years. I think you need to get over it honey." The edges of my heart throbbed at the sensitive subject of what happened here years ago. I shook my head, choking back the painful tears that clung to my lids. I wasn't going to let that bother me. I was over it, no matter what my heart screamed.

"NO! We're not having this discussion." Dallas sighed and stroked my arm more benevolence forcing into me. I shrugged her off and snatched my black book bag with a 4 leaf clover painted on the front. I was going to begin fresh her, new friends, new school, new life.

"I'm sorry I forgot. Have a good day." I nodded and hugged my sister before leaping out of the car and plodding to the front office.

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I slowly swung open the heavy, paint chipped door and stepped inside, shivering as the cold air licked my skin. I hugged my dark green jacket closer and waited patiently.

"Hello dear. How can I help you?" A woman with ink black hair and a kind, elderly smile turned to me. A weak grin in return crimped on my lips as I stepped forward. She clicked a few things on her computer, her expression still attentive towards me. Her gentle blue eyes were comforting to my rumbling nerves.

"Uh, hi this is my first day here." The woman's blue eyes popped wide and she produced a sheet of yellow paper with numbers written neatly -- opposed to me sloppy scrawling—looped across the page. I noted the black nameplate placed at the center of her cherry wooden desk, it read Mrs. Hernandez in curvy white letters.

She scribbled a few things down on the paper and handed it to me, placing her pencil back on the mountain of papers. The butterflies were already swirling inside me. I ranked my teeth over my lower lip, missing my old friends already. Well, really two best friends, Chad and Tiffany. "So sweetie, you're Michelle Torres right?"

A blush highlighted my cheeks at my full name. "Um, just Mitchie and yes." I amended throwing a small smile as she finished typing. I had a feeling a lot of correcting would be done. Mitchie wasn't something that striked your mind when given the name Michelle.

"Alright honey, here is your schedule and a map of all the rooms and cafeteria. It's pretty big here, so don't get lost. Your first class begins in 7 minutes." I nodded and glimpsed over the coated paper. "Homeroom Mr. Crowley room 19a".

"Thank you Mrs. Hernandez." I called softly over my shoulder and padded out, angling towards the 2nd building. It was a loud yellow, making my head spin from just looking at it, with a solid red roof and giant glass doors. A tall boy with vanilla skin, deep brown hair, and navy blue eyes held open the door for me.

I smiled letting a thank you pour from my lips. I had always been a shy girl that had a sarcastic and spunky attitude once you got to know me. My single mother raised me and my sisters to always do the right thing and be as happy as possible in our lives. Dianne was a happy-go-lucky person that viewed the world differently than most people. I loved her to death and my sisters. I just wish I could be with them right now.

"Um, excuse me do you know where Mr. Crowley's room is?" I inquired the boy, who was 3 paces ahead of me. He pounded a sigh and nodded. I guess after knowing me for only a few minutes, he already didn't like me. Most people at my school just ignored me; the petite girl from Music Class was what I was marked as.

"Yeah, follow me." He commanded his voice flattened with impassiveness. I tried to keep up with his quick strides. I checked my watch. Class didn't start for another 4 minutes, and at my old school, no-one cared if you were late to homeroom.

"I'm Mitchie." I muttered, bumped by slight friendliness. Maybe telling him my name would ease up his sour and flat act. I wasn't happy to be here but he was doing me a favor. His looked at me sharply, his dark eyes astonished. Why was he looking at me like that?

"Y-you're Mitchie?" He mouth parted, into a grim smile. I was puzzled but nodded slowly. Did he know me or something? He didn't look familiar.

"Uh yeah, Mitchie Torres." He grumbled a snicker and pushed open another door. I hadn't even realized we were here. Why the hell was he laughing at me? Was this some new girl at school prank? I glanced around from the soft green walls to the doors in front of me. They were chestnut brown with 2 large windows plastered over them. The walls were bound in sports posters and school activities.

"David." He answered and went to his seat in the back with 2 other guys. As I strolled to the teacher's desk, all eyes were pinned on me, except for the boys in the back. They were all laughing and goofing off like idiotic male teenagers.

I chatted with Mr. C for a little while about my old school; he was friendly and had a dry sense of humor. I chuckled at his joke about the cowboys and stood in front of the unfamiliar faces. Everyone seemed eager at this chance of missing class.

"Miss Torres how about you say a few things about yourself?" He asked, jotting something down in his red notebook. I gulped and played with the purple bracelet tied around my wrist nervously with butterflies dipping in my stomach and sweat slicking my neck.

"Uh hi I'm Mitchie Torres. I'm 16 years old and I'm from Dallas, Texas. I used to live in Beverly Hills when I was 11." I stated, talking hastily out of awkward habit. Mr. Crowley nodded and I grabbed a seat beside a girl with light brown, curly hair twisted around her back and piercing blue eyes beaming at me. She turned to me, smiling bubbly.

"Hi! I'm Miley. It's so cool that you moved here from Texas. I used to live in Tennessee and came here when I was 13." I smiled back. Ok, one friend. That could work, she's seems nice and . . . perky.

"Nice to meet you." The 45 minute period went through slowly and the bell rang out. I spent the time learning about the school from Miley's advice, like to stay away from those boys. I gathered my things and headed to my locker down the hallway. Miley trailed behind.

"Oh, you've got to meet my best friend Alex. She always loves to meet new people." Miley had babbled happily the entire class, as I listened and talked a little. I could be very talkative with people I was comfortable with, like Miley which she gave off a very sweet vibe, but she supplied most of the conversation.

"Sure, I would love to. Being new, you don't have many friends." I fished out my Chemistry book and closed my locker. Hmm, another friend sounded nice. I could use some people to talk to. I didn't really expect anyone to talk to me, coming straight out of Texas. Miley laughed good-natured.

"Well now you have 2, me and Lex, once you meet her. I've known her and my other friends since 8th grade." I swung my bag over my shoulder, hugging my books to my chest and grinned.

"Ok. Sounds great. How about we hang out at lunch?" Miley liked the idea and hugged me, before skipping off to her locker. I sluggishly made my way upstairs to the science room.

I guess today wasn't as bad as I thought. So far.