A/N: Sorry, majorly bad case of writers block! For those of you that won the contest, you'll be in the very next chapter! (: Yay! Ten reviews? I know I don't deserve it for making ya'll wait this long but, please...? By the way, read my other stories, Sister of mine and pure of heart! I'll be updating them as soon as possible. On with the story now…

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Alexa's POV

I woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon, filling my room with heavenly aromas. I slipped out of my bed which was made from black steel and was covered in a yellow lace comforter. I walked softly down the hall, coming to a halt at the top of the wooden spiral staircase.

"You up, Alexa?" I herd Monique shout from the kitchen, as some strange noises of happiness came from Matthew, resembling a grunting pig.

"Great eggs Emerson," he grunted some more, as I walked in.

"It might help if you actually slowed down so you could taste them," Monique sighed sarcastically, flipping the page of her teen vogue magazine. I eyed it, walking to the fridge to pour a fresh glass of orange juice. Monique nodded at me, taking notes from the magazine. Monique was a secretary at an actual fashion magazine company here in the big apple. Emerson was a big time chef, and even owned his own restraint, and Nate owned his own website design company. Me and Matt, as you know, are currently still in high school, but I'm considering going to NYU to work as a journalist at Monique's magazine.

Nate walked in wearing a pair of black flannel pajama pants, carrying his black MAC in the crook of his arm.

"Eggs and bacon?" he peered at the plate sitting on the table where he usually sat.

"Eggs and bacon," repeated Emerson.

I ate quickly, barely paying attention to the actual tid bits of conversation going on and ran up stairs to get ready for school. Nate walked into his office, like always, Emerson headed off to open up the restraint, and Monique rushed out the door, afraid of being fired by her strict boss.

I slipped on a tie-die short sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans with pieces of recycled Capri sun packs sewed onto them. Then I pulled on a pair of white Uggs and pulled my jeans into them. Last but not least I wore a peace sign necklace and matching earrings. It was time to go hippie today.

AT SCHOOL

I got out of my car and walked to the front hallway, to find Jane and August locked in an intense conversation.

"Dude, I heard she beat a kid up for not doing push-ups, I heard she was scary as hell!" Jane laughed at his shivering expression.

"She sounds pretty cool to me…" I looked confused, "The new karate teacher," Jane explained.

"There's all these rumors going around that she trained rocky balboa or something," I laughed, quirking an eyebrow, as she gave me an "It-could-happen-look."

"Well I have Karate next period, so I guess I'm about to set the rumors straight."

"No way!" Jane raised both eyebrows at this.

"For sure," we fist bumped, and as I strutted away I heard her call from behind, "If you die, I get your fender guitar."

(I was going to stop here, but…)

Max's POV

I found it quite hilarious that the whole school was already talking about me, even the teachers who practically ran away when I went for coffee in the teacher's lounge. I was sensei Martinez, Martinez is a common name, right?

I walked down the long hall ways to see a tall, slender girl in a cute tie-die t-shirt walk by, it was Alexa from the club.

"Madison?" she called out walking in front of me, perplexed.

"Hey Alexa, didn't know you went here."

"Didn't realize you went here either?" I chuckled at her confusion, "No, I work here." She nodded, starting to walk off.

"Oh well, see you around then, sorry but I don't want to be late, apparently the new teachers a major female version of Hitler." I tried not to break out in laughter.

"So I've heard."

So it was short? I'll update tonight if I get ten reviews(: tehehe