"Stephanie, get off the computer and get ready for bed." My mother called from upstairs.

I groaned in annoyance for two reasons. One. I absolutely abhor the name Stephanie. Two, it is bloody irritating when you are in the middle of a rather juicy Harry Potter fan fiction and your just getting to the good stuff, when out of nowhere your mom decides it's time for bed, when she's already forgotten that it was an hour past your curfew anyways. I sat at the computer desk silently, pretending to be shutting off the PC, when in actuality I was enjoying the alluring essence of a steamy Draco/Hermoine fic. Aw man was Hermoine one lucky chick. That was one of the props to being a major female lead in a large fandom. You got all the sexy ones. I try my hardest not to ruin my keyboard with my excessive drooling over the hotness that is Draco Malfoy. However my fantasy of being in Hermione's shoes abruptly come to an end, when I heard my mom come down stairs. Time to go. I quickly bookmark the website and shut off the PC. I get up and sneak past the kitchen where my mother is making tea and sit on the couch and pretend I was mulling for the past 15 minutes. My mother comes in wearing a black satin night robe and holding a teacup in her left hand.

"Hi mom." I greet with false innocence.

She raised her eyebrows. "What are you doing up? I told you to get ready for bed 30 minutes ago."

I think about that one for a minute. I decide to come up with an intellectual answer this time. "Oh nothing mother. Just sitting here contemplating the vast amount of opportunities that I will have come my junior year." I smile with a false sense of excitement.

My mother sighed. It was clearly evident on her lovely features that she was thinking the famous four words of every parent. "What have I done?"

"Well, get ready for bed. I know you still have two days left, but I want you to get in the habit of going to bed early. Your bus comes a half an hour earlier this year."

I groan at the grim reminder. It seems that every year the bus company finds new ways to inconvenience the life of a poor student passenger. Either the bus driver arrives 20 minutes late, not at all, or the bus company puts you on a ridiculously long bus route when they could have easily put you on the bus that stops right down the street from you and in about half less the time.

"Ok mom. Are you going to bed?" I ask

"No, I'm going to stay up a while longer."

"Ok. Night mom."

"Night baby, and don't forget to brush your teeth and…"

I roll my eyes playfully. "Yes mom." I said while walking up the stairs.

I go into the bathroom and perform the boring ritual of teeth brushing, flossing and the applying of proactive. Not that it matters. To me, my skin is beyond repair of any cleanser.

After all is done I go into my room and find some random night pants and an over-sized t-shirt from a camp I attended eons ago. I put my odd night get up on and plop down on my queen sized bed.

Junior year. They say that is the hardest year of them all. SATS, AP classes, sports, clubs. I never bothered with any of that stuff. I'm not particularly smart or driven enough to take an AP class. SATS are just bias pieces of crap used to justify a whacked out system of merit. Clubs are for people who are just in it for the college resume as are sports. Well I can't be hypocritically biased. To tell the truth, I'm rather….dull. Yeah it sucks and I like to think of myself as some beautiful, intelligent, talented, and popular 16-year-old girl, but I'm not. I short, only about 5'3, brown skin with patches of dark spots, curtsey of me popping my zits. My hair is a mess, dark brown, kinky, and harder to handle than a screaming 2 year old in a crowded mall. I'm skinny and not the curvaceous, sexy skinny seen in magazines. Just skinny. I'm not at all smart or the most dexterous student. I get B's and the occasional C's. I'm not musically, artistically, or athletically gifted in anyway, though I tried Tennis last year, but failed miserably. I'm not popular to say the least. At my school I'm like the extreme version of the invisible girl. It seems no matter how hard I try the most I can get is a glance at my extremely shallow and superficial High school. Don't get me wrong; I have a few close friends. Problem is they have other close friends who wouldn't give me the time of day. So yeah, I'm just a talent less, mediocre girl. But I'm cool with that.

The telephone rings and I instantly knew who it was. I immediately get up and rush over to the telephone in the hallway.

"Hey Tristan, what's up?" I greet.

"Nothing much." He answers in his usual mellow tone.

I laugh softly. A typical Tristan answer. There is a long pause. I decide to break the ice.

"Are we still on for tomorrow?" I ask.

"Yeah, meet me at Town Square at 1:00." He says.

"Aye, Aye captain."

I can hear a small chuckle at the end of the line. Score one for today. It was always my prerogative to get a small smile or laugh out of Tristan. Seriously, the dude needed to lighten up.

"Ok. See ya then. Bye Stevie." And before I can even answer he hangs up. I smile to myself. 2 minutes and 23 seconds. We were making progress. I place the phone back on the receiver and go back into my room. Who says the last day of summer is a drag? Not me. Because I get to spend it with the coolest guy in the universe.

Tristan Downey has been my best friend for ages. We met back in middle school when his mother and step dad moved from Denver. He had always been a quiet kid, never saying or giving away too much. He was cute in a weird sense and had a quirky sense of humor. Nowadays he's kind of cynical, slouching around. Not that I blame him. Newland High had that effect on people. I don't know why he is always in such a huff. The boy is fine. He has flawless ivory skin, is tall, beautiful misty blue eyes, cool hair and a killer grin. Not only that, he's a kick butt guitar player. He writes music and poetry too. His lyrics are deep and compelling and his voice would make any girl swoon. He puts him self down, but hey, the boy got the better end of the deal as far as I'm concerned. Anyway that's not important. He's my best friend. Sucks doesn't it?

End of Chapter 1