Sara's POV:

"Graceful arent you." Chuckled a voice. I didnt answer. I just pulled myself up to a sitting position, and rubbed my head. I would definatly be feeling that all day.

"You're new arent you?" Asked the voice. I again ignored him. Great the first person I meet I already hate. Today will be sooo fun. Notice my sarcasm.

Finally I look up to see a tall guy. Hes dressed like the total stereotype punk. Sagging jeans and what have you. No piercings though.

Hes leaning against the wall watching me. He had obviously seen me fall. I got to my feet, and brushed off my clothes. My body was pretty sore from hitting the hard ground, and there was a sharp pain in my left arm.

I started off back towards my locker, wanting to lose this guy. However I heard footsteps following me. "Can I help you with something?" I finally asked after reaching my locker.

I began to gather up my things I had left discarded on the floor, and shove them into my locker. "Nope. My lockers over here." He said chuckling. Great. Again sarcasm.

"And anyway I already helped you today. But someday you can repay me." He said, from right behind me. "Listen you." I said, spinning around. But he was gone.

What did he mean by helped me? Did he open my locker? No I would have seen him. By now there were students starting to enter the halls. A few smiled at me, but others scoffed. Typical.

The day dragged on. It was just as boring a my old school, but at least there I had friends. Finally the final bell rang, and I was out the door. My mom was working, do I had to walk te 3 miles home.

I started out, taking out my phone to text my friends. I missed them so much! I couldn't believe they lived all the way in Montana and I was here in Maine.

Suddenly my phone was taken from my hands. "Hey!" I yelled, and saw it appeared to be floating beside me. I stared at it, petrified. What....the...heck.

"H-hello?" I asked in barely a whisper. Slowly I reached forward to feel the air around it. I touched something, and screamed as loud as I could. I backed up, tripping on the curb, and fell backwards.

I would have fell in the middle of traffic if something hadnt grabbe my wrist. My left wrist which caused me to scream in pain. I looked up to see the boy, holding my phone in his other hand.

"Jeez. Do you always fall this much?" He asked. His grip still on my wrist causing me to cringe with pain. "What's..." He started, then looked down at my wrist which was slightly swollen.

He dropped it immediatly. "Sorry." He muttered. I didnt answer, just snatched my phone back. "Why are you following me!" I yelled. He laughed and said,"im not following you. I live next door."

He rushed up to the front door of the house beside mine. Great.