Still Isabella's P.O.V:

It didn't look that bad. Well, all I saw 'till now was a hallway with a bunch of talking teenager next to the walls, but it could be worse, I guess. They could all look like big thugs that wanted to kill me, so this is good. What's weird is that after I finished analyzing the hall and that all the people there realized I was a new kid, they just looked at me in complete silence. Boy, this is awkward. I guess I should just go to the principal's office and get my schedule. I just started walking to the end of the corridor, their eyes never leaving me, it's like I came to school in my underwear. As I passed by, I could hear some people whispering, no doubt pointing out the physical flaws I have. As soon as I walked by them, they all started talking again. That was pretty weird.

I got to the waiting room of Principal Smith's office and waited until the secretary in front of me said something.

"Are you Miss Isabella Garcia-Shapiro?" she asks me.

I nod in response.

"Are you here for your schedule?"

I nod again, my silent personality not leaving me.

"Well, here you go," she said, handing me a paper. "You sure don't talk much."

Again, I nod and get out of the waiting room.

Well, that was easier that I thought. Okay, let's see, my locker is number 301. All right, it shouldn't be too far from here, since the lockers close to me are in the two hundreds. It looks like the numbers get bigger if I go towards the right. As I go towards my new little cubbyhole, I look at my timetable. My first class is History. Cool! History is one of my favourite subjects! Oh, my locker is right here, right behind those two people that are… making out. They were on the lockers, my locker specifically, in a make-out session… great. I go towards my locker, unnoticed by the two, unlocked it, and opened it slightly, almost getting my hand slammed on because of the duo next to me. I pushed them off and they stopped and looked at me harshly.

"Way to ruin a moment, new kid," the guy stated.

"Yeah, what's your problem? Ugly mess," the girl asked, not waiting for an answer and leaving with her boyfriend.

Great, first ten minutes in here and already snapped at and insulted. Well, two people aren't everybody, I guess. Wow, my locker already has all the books I'm supposed to have, now, where is it? Ah, here it is, "History 101" not really original. Oh well, doesn't matter. Now I just have to wait for the bell t-… never mind. Time for class.

(A/N: Sorry but I'm not going to do the classes unless something important happens so I'm skipping to lunch time btw: the last class she went to is science)

Finally, I thought class would never end. Now, it's finally over. Plus, I'm really, really hungry and I could really use the spaghetti that there serving in the cafeteria. Okay, so my science teacher told me that the cafeteria should be right… here. I sighed, hopefully, this is where someone that will come up to me now since nothing happened in class except some small insults here and there. I entered the room and no one really paid attention to me, that's good at least. I went towards the cafeteria line, and looked around the room.

Just as I thought, the tables are divided in groups. Cheerleaders, football players, smart ones, ecologic ones, chess team, math team and… outcasts? The before last table is a small, round and had five people sitting around it. A thug looking boy next to a small Indian boy, across from them was red-head and… green-head? The red-head looks like he's talking about the most exciting thing in the world. Oh, it's my turn to be served. After I was served, I started walking towards the last table there was no one sitting at. It's small, but since I'm going to be eating alone, I don't really mind. As I walk silently to my destination, I didn't notice a leg purposely stick out from the football player table and I tripped with my cafeteria tray filled with food flying from my hands, I got up and wondered where my tray landed. Ouch! What was that? My plate? How did- as everyone started laughing I realized someone caught the plate of spaghetti and threw it at me, and it was still filled with food.

I look down at my stomach, only to find it covered by a big, saucy mess. Great, on my white shirt and favourite jeans jacket, that was un-buttoned when the plate hit me, I guess I'll have to settle with no lunch. For a second, I felt like breaking down and crying from embarrassment. The sound of laughter was interrupted by a new voice.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny!"

I turn around to see the previous red-head standing up for me. As soon as he did, the laughing stopped and was replaced by the usual talking. I look at him and nod slightly to let him know my gratitude then turn and head for my table and sit down, my back turned from everybody as I let a few tears well up in my eyes. As they were about to spill, I felt a finger gently tap my shoulder. I quickly wipe away my tears and turn around slightly to see the same boy sitting down beside me.

"Here you go," he spoke gently, putting down what looked like a slice of pepperoni pizza on a plate beside me.

I shake my head and push it towards him, I can't take his lunch even though I'm really hungry, and he's undoubtedly just as hungry as me.

"I already have lunch, if that's what's keeping you; I wasn't that hungry so I only ate one out of the two I had."

I looked at him slightly, my way of asking him if he was sure, and he just pushed it towards me, grinning. I smile slightly and start eating while he starts talking.

"So, you're new? That's most likely why the popular kids are bullying you. I will admit a lot of people here are pretty mean sometimes. I'm Phineas Flynn by the way!" he introduced himself, extending his hand.

I nod and shake his hand politely.

"Are you Isabella?"

I nod.

"You don't talk much, huh?"

Another nod.

"You kinda' remind me of my brother Ferb, he barely ever talks. He's that guy over there with Buford and Baljeet," he presented me while pointing at each of them to let me know which one is which.

As he continued talking, I started thinking, all while listening to him. I'm not sure if I could trust him yet. Back in Mexico, someone pretended to be my friend for a while only backstab me by telling all my secrets I told her and giving them away at her friends, which quickly caused them to spread around the whole school. So, it's possible that I have… some trust issues but their there for a reason!

Oddly enough, even though I don't trust him, I felt that this was the start of something amazing.

Seems like Izzy is having confused thoughts about her new "friend". Hope you like it! :) Next chapter will be posted Wednesday!