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  "Three........Two..........One...........And I make it in class just in time!" I exclaim in thought.

  I get to my seat anxiously to talk to Allison. She's always been there for me through the many many years we've known each other and has always helped me out. Sure, we had our share of fights between crushes, music choices, and clothing stores, but we always managed to work it out.

  "Hey Nikki, what's up?" Allison looks up at me with her perfectly straight teeth and bright green eyes.

  "Meh, nothing much. Just bored and wanting the day to end. But at least your morning walking to school was'nt pure hell." I reply bluntly.

  "Did they taunt you again?" By they, she means the Bitch Squad, also known as the cheerleaders. "All you need to do is ignore them! Seriously, they're just like us, but with more money, more talent, and uglier clothes." she chuckles at her own joke.

  "Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to think of her getting hit by a car, and I'll be happy." I laugh. "But other than that, I have some personal problems." I say seriously. "Go ahead." she replies loyaly.

  "You remember 'The Memory', right? Well, last night, I just got a peek at the scars, and I broke down crying. I can't stop thinking about it. I can't think straight without a picture of a knife." I look down at my Converse and move my feet a bit. The little black Shapie hearts drawn on the toes move around and look like they're fluttering. "I just don't know what to do. Help me get through this without me dying of mental images of sharp implaments."

  "Oh Nikki, just remember what I told you. It's just a thing in the past. We still have now to look forward to. Leave the past behind. Especially that." She grabs my face and holds my cheeks, squishing my face.

  "Understand? You will move on and forget the nightmares of the past." she commands as she's still squashing my face. "Mmmmhmmm...." I manage to mumble through her powerful compression. She lets go and says, "Good. Remember, best friends forever.", and holds up her pinkie finger. "Yeah, best friends till the day we die." I declare locking my pinkie with hers.

  The class dragged on and bored me to tears. Nothing exciting would ever happen to me, or change my life. But then the door opens....I wonder who it is? Another Office Aide with a office referral for moi? Or a counceller ready to hear my bottled up emotions? But it surprisingly was'nt. It was a new kid. But not just any new kid with the bright-colored personality. It was a guy. A guy like me.

  His jet black hair shined in the flourescent white lights and his eyes sparkled a bright baby blue through his thick-rimmed glasses. He was tall, and had on baggy black pants and wearing an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and the most ripped up Converse I have ever seen.

  The students give him disgusted looks like they give me everyday. But Allison and I, the only two emo girls in the class, gave him googly-eyed stares like we've just met Criss Angel in person. I actually had to lean over to Allison and close her mouth.

  He gave the teacher his papers casually and picked a seat. My eyes darted around the classroom to find an open seat by us. I spotted one and said shyly, hiding my complete excitement, "You can sit here....." He kind of opened his eyes in amazement, thinking he just found his kind of people. He placed his messenger bag on the ground and sat down still looking at me. I smile sweetly for the first time in, oh I don't know, forever.

  Without thinking I whip out my handy-dandy diary and scribble down my feelings for this stranger.......

  "Dear Diary,

  You are never gonna guess what happened to me now! The hottest emo guy just waltzed into my classroom and gave me an amazed stare. he looks so, perfect. Oh great, my negitivity just come to crash my party. :'( What chances do I have with this guy? Hmmmm, let's think.....NEGATIVE INFINITY. I'm not that pretty for him. Allison deserves him more than I do. But now the bitchy side of me is showing too. I'll try to at least talk to him and become friends, and if we click, then I'm in the clearing! Heh heh heh. God....Oh I don't even know his name is.......But I'll see what happens...........HOLY CRAP! He's looking over my shoulder! Write later........."

  I shut my diary fast and look back at him. "What are you doing???" I interrogate. "Oh, uhm, I just wanted to know what you were writing. I-I did'nt see anything though..." He looks down, just like I do. Which makes him cuter....."Oh, it was nothing. But anyways, I'm Nicole. You can call me Nikki if you'd like." I stammered. "I like that name. Mine's Braden." He held out his pale hand, wanting to shake mine. I get my hand out of my pocket and lightly shake his hand. I smiled again, and he smiled a little too.

  The bell rang as soon as we let go of our hands. "May I walk you to your next class?" he asks like a gentleman. "S-Sure." I stutter and pick up my messenger bag. Allison left me early today. Hmm, maybe she does'nt want to be late today. Oh well. Braden and I walk out of the classroom, getting to know each other one step at a time. Right, left, right, left.