If there's one thing in the world that I want right now it's to be back at summer camp, away from THEM. She told me about her life, her parents, and her family. And all that I want most in the world is to be back at camp so that I can pretend for a little while longer that they're my family too.

My parents, the future divorcee's, sent me to camp this summer. They said it was a birthday present. But it wasn't really. It was so that they could go and plan a divorce, and then when I came back, all excited after not seeing them for two months, they could spring this on me. I know that this is probably just my imagination running away with me again, but what if it isn't? what if the whole summer camp thing was really just a cover so they could sort out who I would go and live with, and move all my stuff, so that when I got home it wouldn't be my home anymore, but some new family's home. The Johnsons home. Not mine. All of my stuff, everything moved into an apartment, three miles away from my old home, and technically in a different school zone. A new school for just when I was starting high school. Just what I always wanted. Thanks so much mom and dad, I can see what loving parents you are.

Two days after I got to my new home with my mom, school starts, and I'm waiting at the bus stop. I woke up early, picked out a pair of red overalls and a blue t shirt. I pulled my long hair into a ponytail , and went out to the bus stop with my rainbow spiral and my black bic pen, and my most recent book sitting on the top of my small pile. I sat there on the curb for a couple of minutes, mostly just staring at the new keds that mom had bought me, and then suddenly I'm not by myself because a guy has walked up. And without asking he sits next to me.

He holds out his hand. "Zack." He says by way of greeting. I just stare at his hand for a moment before shaking it. I don't say anything just go back to looking at my shoes. "You're new right? What's your name?"

I stare at him blankly for a moment, taking my time to see if he really wants to know. "Kaitlin." I say quietly. I'm not used to people talking to me, well, that's technically not true, my best friend Michelle used to talk to me all the time, but not many other people did. Michelle went to summer camp with me, but she doesn't know that I wont be at school with her, because her parents had her grounded when they heard she had gotten her ears pierced at camp.

We sit there for a few minutes in silence before a girl walks up. She's got dark red long hair. It curls at the bottom, making it look like its alive. She's wearing keds too, and a short mini skirt, with a tight top, and she's carrying a bunch of books. "Hey Missy!" Zack says, getting up and giving the redhead a hug. I wonder if they're dating. For some reason this makes me feel slightly sick, and I resist the urge to look up at her as she looks down at me.

"A fish?" she asks. A fish? Is that what you call a person who just moved there? Or was it a term for someone who was just entering high school?

"Yup." Zack says. Before he takes a seat again and she sits down in front of the both of us on the road. She looks at me and I guess confusion shows on my face. And she smiles a brilliant smile before patting my knee softly, but she leaves her hand there.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. What's your name?" she says in a soothing voice. And before I can even contemplate answering Zack does for me.

"She says its Kaitlin."

"Well Kaitlin, welcome to Riverside High School, stick with us and you'll be fine." She says, and I just nod, and she removes her hand from my knee. And that's how my first day of high school began.