I throw my leg overtop of my sleek pink motorcycle and pull off my helmet. My wavy black hair rolls down my back, and I cover my green orbs with sunglasses and then begin to jog up the steps of Dran Volsten Academy.I open the doors and the smell of the school hits me. Its a mixture of glue,metal, and freshly cleaned floors that will soon be dirtied for the first time since last year.

Not a soul was in sight, clearly because I was earlier than everybody else as I usually was.I loved being here before everyone else, being able to walk the halls in peace before all the famous kids came. They acted like they ruled the school which they basically did. Well, there was so many of them it was more like they each ruled a section of the school. Except for one.


A few kids started to trickle in through the doors, chatting with friends and teachers about the summer, and the new year before them.I leaned against my new locker according to the paper I held in my hand.The small trickle turned into a stream, and the kids were loud and happy. Old friends united again, and the new stuudents tried to squeeze their way into a group so that they could fit in and make a good impression.

"Hey." a girl said who was opening a locker next to me and pushing all her books into her locker. She attached pictures of her and a blue eyed blonde haired boy to the door of her locker as we made small talk. Her name was Stella, and her mother was a model. They had just moved here because her mother got a new job offering.Stella had blue eyes and blonde hair that was croppped below her ears.


Just then, a familiar voice somehow made its way into my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and then the same voice cackled again. "We're baaackkk!" the voice said from right next to me and as I opened them,there they were.


The most popular kids in school. collest clothes, coolest occupations or parents, and basically the coolest kids in general. They were beautiful, angel faced, and their leader waspositioned in the locker right across the hall from mine.

"Hey Trixie." Louis said. He raised his eyebrows as he surveyed my outfit. "How was your summer? I see you've changed your look.... If biker hobo is a look." He laughed a gay boy laugh even though he wasn't gay. His girlfriend Elenour made proof of that. "At least I'm not on the gay boy boat like you and your friends." Stella giggled at my comeback and we left Louis and his friends who I didn't really even know at all.

***************** 1 WEEK LATER**************************


"Sooo how are you enjoying the very exciting Dran Volsten Academy life?"I said sarcastically,rolling over on the bed so I could face Stella. "Its ok." She said, and she looked down at her fingernails. She picked at them and made them bleed which I have scolded her for many times over the week we have known each other. For the first time in the history of time I have spent at my school, I was finally in my senior year and I finally had a friend. None of the other kids though a girl who came to the school with a scolarship was very exciting at all.Louis made sure of that.


She frowned and I saw her eyes water a bit. "Whats the matter?" I sat upright and looked at her. "Stella! You can tell me..." She looked at me briefly then at the floor. "Louis told me that I can't hang out with you anymore because your a loser and that he'd see to it that I would be too if I kept hanging around with you."

I nodded because this was the exact kind of thing that Louis would do. "He's done this to anyone that has ever come near me, and I don't know why." I looked at the ground and said "But if you think I'm a loser than I can leave." she said nothing which I took as a yes. I grabbed my coat and left Stella sitting in her small chair with only her stuffed animals for comfort.