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"Here goes nothing," i say to  myself as i stare bleakly at my new high school. When mom said we were moving, i'd expected to move across the state at the most, not move halfway across the country. We use to live in Seattle, until my parents got divorced. Through the entire divorce, from the beginning, i'd known i would live with mom, even without that stupid custody hearing. If i'd had to choose between living alone with mom or dad, i would choose mom. I also knew that by living with mom i would have to move because, well, mom doesn't like Seattle. But like i said, i didn't think we'd move to Indiana. Woohoo the hoosier state, truly nothing but corn.

So now here i am, my new high school, Montgomery High, home of the Pirates. Ok so i like the mascot, but thats about it. I walk through one of the front doors of this brick, prison-looking school building and into  a very plain white lobby. ok so i haven't even gotten to class and im already bored. The office is right there so i  go in, tell them my name and that i'm a new student, they give me my schedule and a map of the school and i am out of there!

So i finally get to glance at my schedule and... Ugh! Algebra II first period. Damn. Room #234 ok so i look at my map and don't see it. Great what a wonderful way to start my first day at a new school. I glance at the back of the map and i see the second floor of the school...

Anyway i manage to find the room and as soon as i walk in the room goes pretty much silent. The teacher, Mr. Watkins, looks up from his desk at me.

"Are you..,"he glances at a piece of paper, "L. Lyli Clairmonte?" he says it like Leily though and i blush at his mispronunciation.

"Yes. Its said like Lily though, the flower, even though its spelled Lyli." i told him staring at the floor. I hear a few whispers and giggles and my statement.

"Of course." Mr. Watkins says. " Well just find a seat, we were just about to start the lesson."

I glance around the room and find an empty seat, not too far from where i was standing and i took it. The lesson was about factoring ax(squared)+bx+c type equations, stuff i'd already done, so i kinda zoned out. As he was droning on i looked around the room at the people in it.

It isn't very hard to tell who's in what clique and who likes who, who's dating who, you just have to know what to look for. You can tell by clothes (mostly) what clique they are or what they would be "characterized" as, you know preppy, athletic, emo, that sort of thing. You can tell what kind of student they are by how they act or by their expression in class, for example if they have a vacant expression, they really don't care. But like i said it only works most of the time.

Once the bell for class to end rang, it was time for me to remember where my locker was. I hadn't need to go before first hour, but now i needed to drop of my Algebra book. My locker was downstairs, number 631. I didn't know who had a locker by my locker so i had to really look. I found my locker in no time really and that was when i saw him.