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I looked at my schedule taking everything in. First, I have English literature. I mentally groaned. Come on, who is interested in literature? If they give us Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet', all you need to know is 'and Juliet is the sun', that's all.

Okay, going on to the next period, Physics. Great, a full hour discussing something that I don't care about. My eyes went down to the third period to find Biology. Is Tuesday my unlucky day or what? I have the three subjects that I hate in a row. Wonderful right?

My eyes wandered to the next session and a smile grew on my lips. The fourth period is a break. My smile turned into a frown when I realized that I have no one to sit next to. I shrugged and read what was next. I was used to sitting alone in my old school; it was something normal.

Music was next. I liked that. I used to play the piano but I quit. I wondered where the music class was and what it looked like. I never really took music classes at school, only arts and sports. The thing is, I'm a talented person. No one knows that I play the piano, dance and sing. I usually keep those things to myself, no one cares about the talents that I have.

After music, I have Chemistry. Another subject that I suck at. My eyes drifted to the last period. Oh my gosh. Why? Why did anyone have to invent something so antagonizing called math? Yupp, I hate math. It's one of my sworn enemies other than chili and sushi. Yeah, I hate sushi. I don't know why but I just do.

I frowned when I saw that this was my schedule for today. Isn't today's schedule a bit short or what? I shrugged folding the paper then putting it in my pocket. Oh, what the hell, I won't say anything. I mean, who wants more hours? I picked up my backpack that was on the floor and left my room.

I read some of the school rules. They said not to wear anything too exposing or that flashy. I was wearing black skinny jeans with a black hoody. I wore black boots that had some fur on the top and had my hair loose. Laughter was coming from the living room. It must be the guys.

I stepped into the living room and saw Bryson and Giovanni laughing about something. Remus was shaking his head with a smile on his face and Eros was chuckling. My eyes went to Bryson once again but went wide when I noticed what Eros was doing. Wait, he was smiling?

I looked at Eros once again but he was glaring at me. All of them were staring at me. Bryson and Remus were frowning same as Giovanni. Why are they looking at me like that? Is something wrong? Both Remus and Bryson were looking at my clothes dissatisfied.

"Morning." I said while looking at them. They all murmured 'morning' back but the duo were still looking at my clothes disapprovingly. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. This is getting annoying. Why are they looking at my clothes? Is there something wrong with them?

"What?" I snapped making them look at me with upset eyes. Did I do something wrong? "Let me get this straight." Remus started. He was wearing black pants with a white shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was messy making him look good, I can't believe I just said that.

"We bought you fashionable clothes for you to wear this?" He pointed to my hoody. I looked at it frowning then met Remus's gaze. "Uh, yeah." I was looking at Bryson as I said that. Remus was about to say something but was cut off by Bryson.

"Come to think of it, she looks good." He mused while nodding. Remus looked at him disbelievingly but Bryson shrugged. "What?" Wow, I never thought that was coming. Bryson crying out like a girl. His voice sounded a bit squeaky. Remus rolled his eyes and sat down on the sofa.

Looking at the clock, I noticed it was eight. "When will we have to be in our classes?" I asked Giovanni who was looking at me with awe. "We have to be there after thirty minutes." He replied and I nodded.

Giovanni wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started walking to the door. I heard footsteps following so I didn't need to turn around to see that it was the guys. We crossed hallways and as before, school blondes. Each girl was wearing a tighter skirt than the other.

I came closer to Giovanni, making him wrap an arm around my waist. I enjoyed the glares that the blondes were giving me. One was glaring, one was giving me a look of envy, and the other was clutching her bag really tight from jealousy. It was fun.

"What's your locker number?" I looked at Giovanni and noticed that his lips were close. I looked away feeling a blush creep to my cheeks and answered. "102 section R." I heard him hum and that was it. No one talked for a few minutes until Bryson decided to break the ice.

"Show me your schedule V." I took my schedule from my pocket and unfolded it as I gave it to Bryson. "Here" Remus and Bryson scanned my schedule then smile. "You have first period with me. You have second period with Remus, third with Giovanni and sixth with Eros. Lunch is the fourth but sadly, you don't have the fifth with any of us." He gave me my schedule with a smile.

I was still shocked and dreading the last period, mainly because I hate math and I have it with Eros. The next twenty minutes was filled with embarrassing stories told by Remus and Bryson. The two always seemed to make jokes out of everything.

"Come on V!" Bryson took my head and started running. Giovanni was screaming from behind but Bryson laughed it off. It was difficult to catch up to him. He was really fast, extraordinary fast.

Bryson stopped in front of an open door. Everything seemed to stop. The students didn't walk, allowing Bryson and I to go into class. I looked at Bryson with an expression that said 'what was that all about?' However, he shrugged and walked into class as if nothing happened.

I was about to go to the back and sit there but Bryson's firm grip on my hand prevented me from doing so. Next thing I knew, he was pulling me to sit next to him. I scowled when I saw that we were in the front row. Looking at Bryson with a glare on my face, I sighed and crossed my arms leaning back. Soon, students startedfilling the seats and the teacher came in.

"Hello class." She greeted and I heard a series of "hello's" back. Mrs. Wilson was about to start a lesson but stopped when she laid eyes on me. Please don't make me introduce myself, please don't make me introduce myself. Mrs. Wilson smiled warmly and said, "Oh, you must be the new student, Violet White." I nodded and smiled back. She turned to the class with an excited smile on her face.

"Violet is the principal's niece and she's new to this school so make her feel welcome." She finished and smiled at me once again before starting with the lesson. I think I actually like this teacher. She seems bubbly and friendly. I was about to zone out since it's English literature, but what Mrs. Wilson said caught my attention.