A/N:

So. Chapter 1.

This chapter is kind of confusing, sorry. And lame. I did it at like 1AM last night. I won't be on FF for like a week starting tomorrow. I have to go home and then pack my stuff there and then get ready to move across the country.

It gets better throughout the process.

Disclaimer: I don't own How to Rock, The Covenant, Am Track trains, train stations, California, or iPods.

Oh, and a word of advice: Never give your twin your stories copies, and the new ones. She'll do horrible stuff with them.

Sorry you guys had to wait so long!

Chapter 1

Stevie Wenham stared out the window of her train, watching as the different shades of green whizzed by. She checked her phone again for what seemed like the fifth time in the past 10 minutes to see if her best friend Marie had texted her back. Nothing. But there hadn't been any responses ever since she got on the four-hour train ride. The Am Track train, to be exact. Who knew Am Track train ran through

Stevie was going to arrive at Brewster Train Station in exactly 5 minutes, according to the announcer person, and she still had no idea where to go when she got there.

Her mom had been no help; she'd just tied Stevie's curly brown hair in a bun and kissed her head, wishing her daughter a good year. Her father hadn't even bothered to come out of the car the night before; he just sent in Stevie's two younger brothers, Scott and Dylan, (A/N: TEEN WOLF!) to say good-bye.

Her parents had divorced 9 years before, when she was 8.

Stevie sighed, leaning back in her seat while admiring the charm bracelet Marie had given her before sending her off onto the train. Marie had been the only one to come with her here; Stevie didn't have her own driving license, and no one else had time to drive her.

"Remember to pick up a few boys for me, your dear old friend, who'll be waiting for you when you get back from hell." Marie had whispered when she'd given Stevie bracelet.

Stevie had just rolled her eyes and hugged her best friend tightly. It was hard to hold back the tears, but she knew that Marie wouldn't like crying. Then she'd leaned over the passenger's window and kissed her golden retriever, Pootja, goodbye.

The train stopped during her thinking and the announcer said, "We have arrived at Brewster Train Station, most famous as BTS. Thank you for traveling with us, and we hope you enjoyed your ride. The exit is on the left side."

The red, newly painted, automatic doors opened and a flurry of voices came in through it. Stevie sighed, for what seemed to be like the millionth time today, and stuffed her iPod and phone into her carry-on and stepped off the train.

A dash of warm air and she had to shade her eyes because of the brightness; the train had tinted windows, and because it was early morning (6AM) when the train took off there were no lights on.

So, thanks to the sudden blindness, Stevie couldn't see anything for a few seconds. Some people bumped into her and said sorry, but others just ignored the girl and hurried off, muttering something about not being proper and such. A few boys whistled at her and called her pretty names, but she just ignored them and walked on.

A real nice first impression of California, right?

When she reached the first bench in the shade that she could find, she sank into it thankfully. She flipped her 'Klassy Sunglasses' (I looked up 'cool sunglasses' up and I looked at the one I though Stevie would wear. I didn't want to do Aviator sunglasses because a lot of writers use that, so yeah. Real original, huh? :) ) on and laid her head back, ignoring the hard surface. Stevie had to wait until a fellow student came to get her and bring her to her new school.

5 minutes passed, nothing. 10 minutes, nothing still. Stevie checked her watch, getting impatient with the waiting she had to endure for everything. The crowds began to thin out after a half hour.

Finally, after about 40 minutes of waiting, someone cleared their throat in front of Stevie.

"Hmm?" the girl with sunglasses on asked as she opened her eyes a bit and lifted the ray of her sunglasses up. She gasped.

"Are you Stevie?"

Sooo… how'd you like it? I have to go, it's really late, but review and tell me your thoughts!

~A