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Mellisa- Main character. Black hair and red tips. Brown eyes. Asian.

Tracy- Best friend. Black hair and blond bangs. Hazel eyes. Asian

Melony- Best friend. Golden brown hair. Blue eyes. Asian.

Alissa- Best friend. Blond hair and black tips. Caucassian.

David- New kid. Boycut black hair. Brown eyes. Asian.

   Beep beep; beep beep; beep beep....

I woke up to the annoying beep of my alarm clock.

Damn. i thought. It was the first day of my last year in middle school.

8th grade.

I got out of bed and started towards the bathroom across the hall for a quick shower. Just standing in the steamy, warm water made me feel better already. But it wasnt going to last long; I just knew it.

I got out after bout 15minutes or so, ran into my room and got dressed in the usual.

Uniform. I hated it. Navyblue top and tan bottoms.

I had to put up with that for 9 years. 9th grade better be better! Or ima just drop out like the rest of my brothers and sisters did...

I asked my mom for a ride to school as I was walking down thee stairs into the kitchen.

She wasnt home. So i had to walk 3blocks in the cold.

Soon aas i walked into the building, cold and wet from the snow that had been falling lightly for the past, what? 2weeks non-stop?. I imediatly saw my friends in a small group by the fountains.

I walked torwards them. Tracy was laughing so hard, she fell to the ground. It looked like it hurt, but it didnt bother her, she was still laughing hystericly.

Is something on my face? Or was she just on something?

As soon as i got to where the group was, they pointed to a boy about a year older then us. He was cute. But I still didnt know why Tracy was laughing.

I asked, "What the hell was so funny?"

Alissa sayd, "Look at him. Hes like, the hottest new kid weve seen all day."

"Is that what yall were laughing at? His hotness?" I asked with the most confused face.

"Nonononono. We were just thinkin like, what hed do if one of us asked him out."

Tracy started to laugh again.

"That was so not funny." I told them, starting to laugh too.

 The bell rung, saying it was time for homeroom. We all headed back to our last years homeroom to get our new scedules for the new semester.

Oh god. I thought. Room 114. Mr. Fromtus. One of the most strictest teachers in the school.

This gon be tough. I thought to myself.

 All the drama, new friends, new teachers, schoolwork, and him; it was going to definitly be hard for me. Considering the fact that I am not at all social nor smart...