"Oh uhmm. Hi, I’m uhmm Ma—Ashley Davies," I said catching myself from revealing who I really was. "I just moved from L.A." I said remembering to use my background story.

"Skank," a boy in the back said in between coughs.

"Mr. Dennison. Behave. Not everyone from L.A. is a skank," the teacher scolded. I looked down at my shoes, and stared at the floor. "Why don’t you take a seat next to Miss Carlin. She will catch you up on everything and show you around," the teacher said pointing to the empty seat next to the blonde.

"Really Mrs. Carter," the blonde complained. "Do you really have to stick me with the newbie?" she groaned.

"Yes I do. Now move your stuff and give Miss Davies some room," she said in a stern voice. The blonde groaned and pushed her bags to the floor. I quietly made my way to the desk trying to avoid awkward stares.

"Alright class, take out your text book and turn to page 284. There’s going to be a test on this, so you better get studying," Mrs. Carter said.

When the bell finally rang, everyone rushed out of his or her seats and towards the door. I slowly got up and gathered my things, and the blonde that sat next to me was halfway out the door before the teacher called her again. "Alex!" she called out. The blonde stopped where she was going and turned towards the teacher.

"Yeah Mrs. Carter?" she said in a lethargic voice.

"Aren’t you forgetting what I told you," Mrs. Carter said. The blonde looked at her confused. "You’re supposed to show Ashley around," she said with a sigh. The blonde turned towards me and rolled her eyes.

"Come on," she said before walking out the door. I walked quickly to catch up with her, and she seemed fairly popular since people would always say ‘hello’ to her.  "Alright, so my name is Alex Carlin, and I’m the captain of the varsity soccer team. I have a reputation to hold, so don’t expect me to sit with you at lunch and everything after today. Got it?" she said after I caught up to her. I nodded my head, and held my books close to my chest.