Ok this is my oldest and crappiest story...I hate it, but because i have been getting some reviews, one from Tilly Everly that made me edit it and update more. Now, its not a matter of writting, i did that one night staying up rediculously late, but changing the Main Character, Angeline, from being a lowly seventh grader (12-13) to a senior (17-18). So, i have finally done that and everything has been updated and stuff...Well, I'm in the process of that...

Its just a very tiring story because I need to edit EVERYTHING...and reread it all...and, since none of you know me, i HATE rereading my own stuff...so, if you like it, hate it, let me know. I don't have much faith in it, but my few reviewers do so, trust them! They didn't write it and so are much easier graders!

So yeah...Hope you enjoy it!! :D

Sunday:

Tomorrow is the first day that I will be going to Masconomet Regional High School. Wish me luck girls!! I hear it’s actually called Masco by everyone else, but I insist on calling it Masconomet. Oh well. They don’t like this country girl, too bad! Well, I got my school letter today and apparently I’ll be on the White team. What are the teams anyway? Won’t I be having classes with everyone at some point like in Kansas high? Hope so. But, as you all know, I have signed up for band because I am such an awesome Flute player! Hope the band instructor can actually teach unlike Mr. McAric! Well, wish me luck! Mom say’s time for lights out. Well, it is almost 11 and I do have to look good for my people!

Angeline typed the closing of her letter just as she heard her mother closing the door of her room. She then closed her step dad’s old laptop up and turned in for the night. After all, tomorrow was the day she would start Masconomet Regional Middle School in a small town called Topsfield that no one she ever knew had heard of.

As Angeline turned out the lights and went under the covers, the last thought she thought was about her new outfit that she would wear to show off her country style.

Beep beep beep.

It was 7:00 and Angeline’s alarm clock was going off. She got out of bed and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to start her day.

Her bus arrived at the stop at 6:50, according to the school bus schedule, but she couldn’t miss it on the first day so she would have to leave the house by 6:40 so she would be sure to make it.

What Angeline wore was a denim skirt, a white button-up blouse, a light blue leather vest and her brand new red cowgirl boots. This is sure to please them Angeline thought to herself as she put on her book bag being sure to be careful of the French braids she had asked her mother to do before she left.

It turned out she was plenty early and the bus was five minutes late. As she stepped up the stairs to get on the bus, she was suddenly completely insecure about her outfit. Were her braids okay? Did her boots look to show-offy? The blue vest clearly wasn’t working with her today, would anyone notice that one of the buttons was broken in half after her dog back at home had bitten it. But all fear ceased when she set eyes on one male on the bus. He had dirty blond hair, blue eye, clear face and over all looked like the guy that would be surrounded by girls. But this one was different. This boy didn’t have a single girl around him. In fact, the area around him was completely empty. It seemed like the kids just plainly didn’t like him, though he seemed nice enough to Angeline. She decided to take a seat across the isle from him.

Almost as soon as she sat down, the butterflies that had gathered in her stomach seemed to vanish. In fact, all her worries seemed extremely childish sitting next to this extremely handsome boy.

The bus ride wasn’t long and when they pulled up to the school, the butterflies Angeline had had earlier seemed to triple at the sight of the three-story brick school with two main entrances. One will be for the middle school and the other I suppose is for the high school, Angeline thought as she wondered why there were two main doors.

The buses pulled around the parking lot and pulled up to yet another main entrance out back.

As the bus stopped, Angeline got up and headed off the bus. She decided to follow the rest of the kids until she found that they went to two distinct parties. Angeline walked to the side of a wall, deciding to wait until she got the courage to choose one way or the other.

Almost as soon as she stopped by the wall the same gorgeous boy from the bus tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Are you the new girl?"

She weakly nodded yes with a despairing look on her face.

"Do you want some help finding the middle school office and your classes? We’re on the same team and from the sound of all the teachers, we have a lot of the same classes together."

She weakly chocked out, "sure."

He nodded his head off in the direction that was straight from the doors. He had on a slight smile. We kept following the crowd until we got to the main place everyone split up at. Then they followed the largest group until they turned. They then continued straight toward an exit. To the left of the hall was the main office. Angeline turned in there and saw a female secretary filing some papers.

She walked up to the counter and said, "um, hello? I’m Angeline Carter. The new senior?" It all came out as a question. But as soon as she finished saying her name, she began looking in filing cabinets for some forms.

"Here dear. This is a map of the first, second and third floors. Here’s your schedule. This is your student ID and some teachers may ask you to use this for looking up things like your grade on something or other," The secretary pointed at numbers and things, trying to get her used to things. "And this is what locker number yours will be and what the combination is. Turn it a few times right, then to the number 12. Then turn it left, go once past 12 then stop at 14. Then go right again and stop at 8. If you have any troubles, see your homeroom teacher. Now, do you understand the schedule? Well, it’s a revolving schedule so on A days, Block one is period one, and so on. On B days, Block one is Period 2, Block 2 is period 3, et cetera. C days Block one is Period 3. D days, Block one is period 4. E days block one is Period 5. F days, block one is period 7. Every period moves up a period every day, and you drop a period every day. The only period that doesn’t change blocks is Period 6, which you have band for, which will always be block 6. Do you understand it at all?" Angeline just weakly nodded yes. "Well, good luck! I hope you have a great first day! Oh, and you’ll need to have this slip signed by all your teachers then bring it back here at the end of the day. Okay? Okay, well, run along now! You don’t want to be late for class! Feel free to ask anyone if you have any questions about anything!" And with that, the overly nice woman returned to sorting out papers as Angeline headed back out the door into the hall. To her great surprise, the mystery boy was waiting for her.

"Okay, I’m really confused,"

The boy merely smiled and asked, "about what?"

"Everything." Was all Angeline said.

"Okay, lets start out with your locker."

"Or your name. I’m sure you already know who I am."

"Okay, I’m called Eric," Eric said.

"Okay, Eric. Can you help me with my locker then? Like, where is it? I see a million lockers and no way to figure out where it is." Angeline said, again, looking dazed.

Eric merely smiled again and said, "Okay, well, if you’re on the white team, your locker’s going to be down the white hallway which is over here," and he pointed to their left. "And then you just need to follow the numbers. Easy enough, right?"

Angeline nodded as she slowly started to get it.

The morning went by mostly without an incident. The only problem was the fact that everyone was staring at her, the new girl. Her, the one from the country. Her, the new girl from the country. The one that stuck out. It was never fair how often her step dad’s job made them move. It felt like every year they moved, when really, it was a year and a half, maybe, if she was lucky, two years. But it was the way of life for her. She had never known what it was like to live in one place for longer than two years, or, she couldn’t remember any of those years. The young years when her mother was single, but still dating. She had only had to stand up in front of the class once the entire day. And thankfully it was in her favorite class: English. At every school she was known as the writing geek or the bookworm. And here was going to be no different.

Luckily she had Eric in all her classes except homeroom. And in every class she sat next to him, always having a friend to talk to or look at or take comfort in.

Of course, Angeline had developed an unusual talent for remembering names and their faces. So, by the end of the day she recognized a lot of kids, was able to figure out where her locker was without anyone’s help (though if she had no neighbors it would have been a problem). By the end of the day she and Eric talked and acted like old buds from some past life.

But whenever she was with Eric, Angeline felt like he was hiding something, or like she wasn’t supposed to be with Eric, and yet she was.

Of course these worries were out of her head the moment she thought them, but they came back often, never letting her forget that strange feeling that wasn’t instinct, but wasn’t anything she had ever heard of.

When she came home, she went to do her homework, which was pretty light considering her load last year. When she finished she logged onto the computer and told her old friends from Kansas what had happened. By the time she finished doing that her mom was home and so was her 10-year-old stepsister. Not having much to do, she started to clean the house, after all, the library was too far away to bike, and even if it wasn’t, she had no idea how to get there, and she wasn’t in the mood to write and the females in the family just couldn’t get along on what to watch, though Angeline and Mike just about always could, except when he was in "car mode" when he watched nothing that wasn’t related to cars, but even that didn’t really bother her.

When the living room was tidy, the kitchen clean and spotless and her room one step less than perfect she went downstairs and started dinner with her mom. Tonight they decided to make Lasagna, garlic bread and salad. Angeline worked on the lasagna while her mother worked on the bread and salad, which were both fresh, either bought that day or made almost from scratch. Either way, the two had a system that suited them both fine.

Dinner was slow and quiet on Angeline’s part. On Nicole’s part, however, was quite the opposite. Apparently she went to Proctor elementary School. Her schoolteacher was Ms. Scott. Nicole liked her, but her old teacher was better and nicer. Of course Mike defended Ms. Scott and said to give her some more time. It was, after all, only a few hours she had had with her.

Angeline, for once, didn’t find herself lying awake at night as she usually did. When she was awake, she tended to contemplate the meaning of life, if there is a God, which book is best and other questions that could keep her up for days before reaching a conclusion. Eventually, as intended, she grows bored of the question and falls into a restless sleep.

But tonight was different. Almost as soon as Angeline laid her head on her soft pillow, she was covered in sleeps harness. She had very little dreams, and the ones she did have were pleasant and nice, not like her usual nightmares. And when she woke, she felt exuberant; like she could do anything in the world. But Angeline liked it. She liked feeling great. It made her feel indestructible, though she very well knew that that was not true. But that was not a thought that Angeline would think about.

Ok, how bad was it? Please be honest...

Now, this is going to sound insane, but I honestly prefer the bitchy reviewer type reviews that tell me what they didn't like about it, rather than "it was great, a few spelling errors, but other than that, great job. Can't wait for next chapter". So yeah. I DO NOT like the bitchy reviewers that just tell me it sucks.

Now, Angeline is (as i'm sure you noticed) a little out of character. She is acting like a sevie, not a senior (sevie is a seventh grader). HOWEVER, i WILL NOT be changing this. I have reread it once and once is too much...(though once i have a better ending...maybe...in some alternate universe...where i like reading about bubble heads...and annoying sevies...

ANYWAYS!! Going...

I hope i haven't discouraged you guys too much... I promise I'll actually update soon for you readers!!

-Lizza