So, I decided to write a whole new story. I have almost 18, 000 words written as of right now. So, before I start going on into a really long and boring authors note, all I really have to say is I hope you enjoy and review at the end. =)

When I think back on everything, I realize that my story really begins on the day I opened my locker and found a beautiful red rose lying on top of my books along with a folded note. It was nearing the middle of December. I was sure I was about to be late for class, because I had woken up late that morning. I couldn't be late for class again or else I'd be sitting in detention. So, I grabbed the books I needed along with the flower and paper, slamming my locker shut. Walking towards my classroom, I placed the note in my science book so I wouldn't lose it and I put the rose in my large tote like purse, hoping it wouldn't get crushed. I noticed the rose had a delicate looking bracelet attached to it.

Who could this be from?

When I reached my first period class I opened the door and looked at the clock. 7:29 I was two minutes early. This is a first. That would give me plenty of time to read the note. I made my way to my seat where my best friend, Becca, was already waiting.

"Hey girl. You're actually early today." She laughed. Becca was beautiful. She stood tall around 5'7" and had long strawberry-blonde hair. With her looks she could easily become a model, but she was too modest. She was very popular around school, because of her kind-heart. She was always doing volunteer work and helping to tutor other students that needed help in class.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I sat in my seat and pulled the note out of my science book.

Becca went to say something about it, but then she saw the rose that was peeking out of my bag.

"Oh my gosh. Where did you get that? Who gave it to you?" She asked excitedly like a kid in a candy store.

"I will tell you if you'd give me a second to figure it out myself."

Becca pouted and I laughed. I opened the note and read what was inside.

Katlyn,

I know you're probably wondering why there was a rose and note in your locker; or who they are from. Well, I'm not sure if I should really tell you that just yet. I would be too upset if you were disappointed. So, instead of telling you exactly who I am, I think it would be better if I gave you some clues. So in each letter I send you, I'll give you a couple of facts about myself. If you don't want me to send any more letters though, I understand. Just write me a note back and leave it in your locker. Or an even better idea (to me at least), don't wear the bracelet. But, if you're okay with me leaving you notes, please wear the bracelet. (I would love to see it on you).

Hoping to see you soon,

Your Secret Admirer

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Becca gushed at me. I hadn't even known she had been reading it over my shoulder.

"You read it?" I glared at her, jokingly. She knew I was kidding. I would have given it to her anyway to read. "I wonder who sent this. Do you have any idea?"

"Nope. No idea whatsoever. So, are you going to wear the bracelet? I mean that was really sweet of him."

"Yeah, I think I will. I'd love to hear more about who this guy is." I pulled my purse onto my desk while the rest of the class and the teacher walked into the room and found their seats. I unclasped the bracelet from the rose, making sure not to crush it. Putting my purse back onto the floor I took a good look at it. It was a white gold with small hearts located all around it and it had what looked like, diamond accents delicately placed inside.

I faced Becca. "Bec. This had to have cost a fortune. I don't think this is any kind of cheap."

"How would you know? It might not be real at all."

"I guess I don't know. It just looks pretty real to me."

"Would it make you feel better if we went to the mall after school and asked a jeweler?" She asked me.

"Yeah, maybe." We quickly agreed that we'd meet at my car after school ended, because Mr. Myers decided to start the lesson at that moment. But before he got too far, I nudged Becca. "Hey, clasp this for me, please."

She grabbed the bracelet from my hand and wrapped it around my wrist, clasping it quickly before turning back towards the front of the classroom. I tried paying attention during the class, but I found my thoughts drifting back to the bracelet and my secret admirer. Finally after getting called on by the teacher and not realizing it, I forced myself to pay attention.

The rest of the morning passed quickly and I soon found myself walking towards the cafeteria. After buying my lunch, I sat down at my friend's usual table. It was a pretty big group of us. Becca, of course. Plus there was my other close friend, Jake. Then there was Carrie, Jake's girlfriend. Tyler and Tiffany, the twins. There was also Sarah, Matt, and Erica. I guess you could say we were popular. We knew and got along with almost our entire entire grade. Sure, there were people more popular than us, like the jocks and the cheerleaders, but our group was well known.

At lunch, the entire table ambushed me about my secret admirer. Becca must have told them about it during earlier classes, because I hadn't said anything. I couldn't really answer any of their questions because I didn't know any of the answers myself. After talking for a while, the bell rang so we had to hurry to throw away our trash.

I had reading after lunch, my best subject. Erica had it with me so we stopped by our lockers and walked to class together. Once there we grabbed the only two available seats. Erica took one near the back corner next to a girl I knew as her neighbor. I took the one near the front next to Troy Hafer, one of the most popular boys in school. I was surprised he wasn't surrounded by a group of people like he normally was. Troy was known as a player because of the many girlfriends he had had through the years and none of them ever lasted very long. But, personally I didn't really know him well, so why judge him?

When I sat down at the desk, Troy looked up from what looked like a car magazine. He gave a slight smile then went back to his book. I started to fiddle with my bracelet waiting for Ms. Schaffer to start with the lesson. At that moment she decided to walk into the classroom.

"Okay, class. I'm going to be placing you into groups of three. Then after you get together with your groups you are going to be assigned a book. You and your partners will have to make a presentation of some sort on your given book. It can be a poster, a report, a slide show presentation; I really don't care. It will be due three weeks from today. You will be given little time to work together on it during class, so you will have to find time to do it outside of school. But seeing as how we have Christmas break coming up in a week I don't see how you'd have a problem with" I saw Troy put his magazine away.

"Now, the groups will be… group one, Alex Freedman, Erica Brown, and Olivia Saunders." I put my head down. UGH. I wouldn't even be with Erica. "Group two is Michael Wilson, Michele Erikson, and Hayden Hull." The lists kept coming and I still didn't have a group. "And finally, group ten." This has to be me. But who else is left. "Troy Hafer, Katlyn Fuller, and Sean Michaels." I heard two loud whoops.

Sean Michaels was the most popular boy in school. Even more admired than Troy, but he wasn't a player. Actually he was pretty quiet, unless he was with his big group of friends. He was the quarterback and captain of the school's football team. It's not that I minded the two of them; it's just why I couldn't be put with one of my friends instead. I mean sure, I talked to Troy and Sean but not that often.

Ms. Schaffer spoke up. "Now you need to move your seats so you are sitting with your groups."

I was already next to Troy so we didn't have to move. Sean walked over and sat behind us so all we would have to do is turn around so we could talk to him.

"I will be coming around to assign you your books. You may start discussing how you will be getting together to work on this project."

I turned my chair so I was facing the direction of both of the boys. "How did you guys want to meet up for this project?" I asked them. I noticed both of them glance in the direction of my bracelet. Odd… or maybe they were just looking at it.

Sean spoke up first. "We could meet at each others houses after school. I have to watch my little sister after school on Wednesdays, so we could either skip those days because I can't go anywhere or you both could come over while she was there."

"Okay, we'll meet up after school on Wednesdays at Sean's. You can both come over to my house on Mondays or Thursdays. My parents won't be home for the next five weeks. What about you Troy?"

"Tuesdays are cool with me."

"Okay, it's settled then. I'm going to need both of your addresses, then." I pulled a piece of paper out of my notebook. "Here. Right them down on this."

They wrote them down and when I glanced at them, I noticed with shock that Sean lived on my street. I told this to him.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah. I can't believe I never noticed before. I must pass by your house every day when I walk my dog."

"Yeah, I guess so." I saw him give a quick look towards Troy.

"Why don't we start meeting up tomorrow, which is a Tuesday, so we'd be at Troy's? I would meet up with you guys today, but I promised a friend of mine I'd go to the mall with her after school today." I told them. They agreed.

When Ms. Schaffer finally reached our group we found out we were to read Pride and Prejudice. Soon reading ended, so I said goodbye to the boys and met up with Erica. The only classes I had left were Spanish, gym, and study hall and they went by pretty quickly.

Becca and I met up at my car, a ford fusion, as planned, and loaded our stuff and ourselves into the car. I turned the keys in the ignition but the car started making a funny noise.

"Becca that did not sound very good. Do you think we'll be able to make it to the mall okay?"

"Yeah, we should be fine."

I trusted her opinion so I pulled the car out of the parking space and started to head out of the now almost empty parking lot. But before we could make it any further, the hood of my car started to smoke. I quickly pulled over and cut the engine. Becca and I both got out of the car.

We went over to the sidewalk and sat down on it. I pulled my purse onto my lap looking for my cell. When I pulled it out, I saw it was dead. UGH. "Beck, can I borrow your cell? Mines dead."

"I don't have mine with me. Sorry."

"That's okay." I told her. "We'll just have to walk back up to the school ---" I was cut off by the sound of a car pulling up. It was a black Porsche GT.

So yeah, let me know what you think. I've had this sitting on my computer for awhile so I thought I'd post it. Beginnings of stories are always hard for me, so I'm thinking this story should get better in time. Let me know what you thought of it by leaving a review.