I looked over my shoulder quickly; the boy – Seth I think – was still staring at me. I turned quickly back to the paper I was working on, trying not to think about his eyes boring holes into my back. I raised my hand to turn in my paper to Mrs. Black. She came to my desk, read it over and told me that I should have been placed in an honors class. I really hoped she forgave my lack of neatness on the paper; my hand was broken after all.

"I wanted to take a break; I was in all AP and honors until we moved. I was such a stress case." I shook my head and smiled at her. She smiled back, and took the paper back to her desk to grade further. I took out the book that I had been forcing myself to read, just to have something semi-productive to do. There was no other work to be done in the class, seeing as she had given us the two hours to do the work she had given us, and maybe some homework. Everyone else was taking the full two hours to create the paper she had assigned us, it was so easy that I thought I would have fallen asleep.

I read through the chapter I had recently stopped on in "Anne of Green Gables", it was one of my mother's favorite books, so I had thought that I would give a go of reading it. I could not see why she had liked it so much. There was nothing special about it, "The Secret Garden" is so much better than that drivel I'm currently reading. I sighed, and put the book back in my bag, content to write more of my novel on my laptop.

I started to write, I was spellbound by the words on my screen, because suddenly my characters came to life. I could see them standing in the dank, old mansion, seeking a treasure yet to be found. I could smell the mildew, hear the water dripping from the ceiling, and I could hear the voice of Michael – my favorite character. I felt breath on my throat. I closed my laptop quietly and turned to see who was behind me.

I was expecting to see the tribe girl who sat behind me earlier, but it turns out that sometime during the class her and Blondie switched. I stare at him for a few seconds, and he continues to smile at me. Just smile, not say anything. I turn slowly back around, open up my laptop once again and save my story before shutting down my laptop. I turn back to Blondie, I open up my mouth to say something and he just raises his eyebrows at me.

"Do you need something?" he asks, he quirks the corner of his mouth upwards, I shake my head slightly at smile, then proceed to inform him that he ruined my story. Then I think better of it. And this came out of my mouth.

"Why were you breathing on my neck?" He looked away, and looked back to me quickly. I raised my eyebrows at him, and turned back because I didn't get an answer. I heard someone snickering behind me, I could only assume it was The Guy. I didn't even turn to look this time, the bell rang and sent me flying out of that class. Maybe, just maybe, regular classes are too boring for me. I know I'm taking a break, but that class almost sent me to sleep.

As I was trying to get to my locker, someone grabbed my shoulder, I turned around and saw that it was The Guy. I stopped moving, I wasn't quite sure if he wanted to say something or if he wanted to just stare at me all day. I waited for a minute or so, watching him flounder for the right words to say, with his mouth hanging open. A sound finally came out of his mouth, and it was not what I was expecting from him.

"I loo - I mean, can I walk you to your locker?" I shook my head no, and ran off quickly, trying to escape him. But, he was too fast for me, and kept pace the whole way to my locker. I tried to get rid of him, really I did, but he was just too persistent for me to really evade.

"Is there any way I will be able to get rid of you?" he stared at me for a little bit, then looked around, then back to me. "Well? Is there?" he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head a tiny bit. I gave up, and let him follow me the rest of the way to my locker, he comes in handy it turns out. I got lost a few times and he had to point me the way to where I was supposed to go. I won't admit this to anyone, but I'm kind of thankful that he came along with me.

I said goodbye, then tried to go off to the class I was supposed to be in currently. As I walked I looked at the map I had been given, and at the schedule. I had no idea that it would ever be this hard to find a class in a school as small as this. I walked to the side of the hall and stared at the map even more, I couldn't figure out where the stupid class was.

"Do you need some help?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned and saw that it was the tribe girl from earlier. I nodded at her and smiled sheepishly. "Where are you going?" She asked me. I looked down at my schedule again.

"It says D108, but I can't find it on the back of this stupid map." I sighed in frustration, I seemed to be overusing "stupid" as an adjective. She took my schedule from my hand quickly and looked it over.

"Wow, you have every class with me today. This is weird." It was weird. I had never even had this many classes with my best friend Lily. "But, I can totally show you the way to your next class." She said cheerfully, then pushed her black, square-framed glasses up her nose and linked her arm through mine as she led me to our next class. Pottery. I'm not good with clay. Last time I even tried to make a small bowl out of some, it somehow ended up in my hair, up my nose and under my fingernails. Let's just say I'm not good with artsy things.

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Pottery class went infinitely better than I had originally thought, no clay was in my hair, the weird water-clay mixture wasn't under my nails or on my clothes. I was pretty lucky, especially since I had my very own guide to La Push high. Her name is Kim, she had five classes with me. The only one she didn't have with me was geometry. She had algebra II, it's not that I'm bad at math, it's just that I have issues with remembering all the formulas.

I walked off to lunch with Kim, and came into sight of my cousin, Quil, and Embry. I didn't really want to sit with a bunch of rowdy guys at the moment, so I decided to go with Kim. Then she waved at the boys. She and a guy named Jared sat at lunch and were the goofy, stupid-cute couple that everyone hates. Including me. I had to turn away from their anguished goodbye, because it was literally making me sick.

I looked at my watch, it was 11:35. My brother should have been at school by now, maybe he was just ditching his first day of school. I think he deserved to, he had straight A's since middle school, and had a right to miss a little bit of the day. If he remembered to pick me up like he had promised me the night before.

Kim and I walked to our next class, Spanish 2, this was something I was good at. Language came extremely easy to me, as I had found out the previous year when I was in Spanish 1. I sat down at the desk next to Kim, and people watched. A group of preppy boys walked in, all blonde, and all cocky looking. I rolled my eyes as I watched for the next group. The red headed girl from my first class walked in and smiled at me, I smiled back as she sat in the desk behind me. I heard her begin to chat with Kim, but I couldn't listen due to who walked through the door next.

The boy that had been staring at me all of first period was walking through the door, binder and book in hand, I put my hood up hoping he wouldn't notice me. It was to no avail, though, he saw me anyway, and sat down right behind Kim. She started chatting with him as well as the red-headed girl behind me. I sighed, this was going to be a very long class.

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I stared at my partner – whose name I had learned is Seth – and tried very hard not to let him notice that I was staring at his perfectly chiseled face. I shook my head, trying to get myself out of the stupor, and went back to doing our work. The teacher had put the two of us together to do a class project, it was stupid. I sighed and continued to write a skit in Spanish for Seth and I to perform together in front of my new class in two weeks. He worked on a drawing for our characters, I looked over at it and winced. Maybe I should handle all the more artistic aspects of the project.

I finished up the skit and turned it in to the teacher, Seth barely looked up when I came back to the two desks he had pushed together for us, he was so into the drawing that he was working hard to create. I took out my laptop again and started to write more, even though I had just written something my creativity wasn't at all tapped out. I kept writing my novel, and wasn't even aware that Seth was slowly leaning over and trying to read what I was writing. I closed my laptop slowly as I became aware of him reading my work. He very casually, and nonchalantly began drawing again. I rolled my eyes and turned to Kim and the red-headed girl – whose name was Ariel oddly enough – and jumped into their conversation about a bonfire going on the Friday night of this week.

Ariel knew nothing about it, and that's why Kim was telling her about it, I guess. I listened, and commented here and there while listening to what would go on there. I expected my family to be going, but you never know what my dad would be planning. But, before I could go to the party, I would have to make it through my first week of school. I sighed and looked back at the binder filled with homework from my classes. I already had a headache thinking about it.

I'm back! :) This chapter took me a little while to write, I started it over about three different times. So, what did you guys think? Tell me what you liked and disliked, it would really help me. Comment! And stay tuned for the bonfire party. Also, I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter five….there were two others I forgot to delete…forget you ever read it, please.