It was another rainy day. Me and my twin brother, Oliver were getting ready for our first day of school. Even though we were twins, we weren't the same. Oliver always got good grades and was at least top 3 on every class. He took studying seriously, while me, I didn't real care about my grades. I was always interested in playing piano since I wanted to be a pianist when I grow up. My parents expect me and Oliver to be doctors, but I don't think I want to be one. When I told my parents about my dream career of me being a pianist, they got mad at me. My brother wanted to be an Oncologist, a type of doctor who helped people with tumors. Although my parents didn't accept my dream, I didn't let them stop me. 

I went downstairs and ate breakfast. After I was done, my mom drove me and Oliver to school. 

Me and Oliver were going to 10th grade. We both had the same classes since my mom told the school if we could. We've always been in classes together since 2nd grade. 

As we made it to school, we saw other kids entering as well. 

"Bye!" My mom said, "Make sure you guys be good."

"Bye mom." Me and Oliver said. 

We got our backpacks and went out of the car into the school building. I looked at my schedule. 

"Room 73.09." I said to my brother.

"Where's that?" He said confused. 

"I don't know, but we can try finding it."

Me and my brother walked around the school. As we were walking, people were giving us weird looks. I tried to ignore them, but my brother didn't. He kept looking back at them with the same looks that they gave him. 

As we were walking, we found our classroom. I looked through the window and I saw lots of people in the classroom.

"You walk in first." I said to Oliver.

"Uhm, okay..." Oliver said as he opened the door. 

The teacher looked at us and smiled as we walked into the classroom. I tried to avoid looking at the class. 

"Hello!" The teacher said, "Are you guys the new students?"

"Yeah." Oliver said. 

I just nodded. The teacher smiled at us and directed us to our seats. I sat at the back of the classroom while Oliver sat in the middle. 

I sat down at a table. There was a microscope in the middle of the table. 

"Today in class we are going to be identifying the cells in different objects. You are your classmates have 30 minutes to complete the assignment for today." The teacher said. 

Great. I was okay with doing everything in science, but I never participated in anything to do with microscopes. 

While other people in different groups starting using the microscope, my group was just sitting there. Some people in my group were just on their phones. I just sat there in silence. I was wondering if they were going to do the assignment. or not.

I guess not. 

I didn't want my first impression at school to look bad, so I decided to try to do the work. 

I got the first object and put it under the microscope. After I did that, I looked into the microscope. 

Then I stopped.

I had no idea what cells the object had, and I would just embarrass myself if I said that to the teacher. We learned those things in 7th grade, but I didn't pay attention since I didn't care about grades. 

"So, you aren't going to do it?" A girl from my table said to me, "I mean like we aren't going to do it so if you want a 100 you can go ahead and do it yourself. Also, make sure to put our names on the paper too, my mom would be happy if she saw I got a good grade."

"If you guys aren't going to help me then I'm not going to do it either." I said back to her.

"Excuse me, what? You don't talk to me like that. Now just be quiet and do the work."

"No." I said back starring at her. 

"I'm not even going to waste my time on someone who looks like they got their clothes from the thrift store." She said as she went back on her phone.

I looked at what I was wearing. I was wearing dark blue jeans pants with a black oversized jacket. I didn't see anything wrong with that until I looked at what everyone else was wearing. They were wearing fancy clothes that looked like they were dressed for picture day. 

"At least I'm not a pick-me." I said underneath my breath.

She put her phone down and looked at me in shock, "WHAT?!" She yelled, "I'M NOT A PICK-ME, YOU ARE ONE FOR NOT DOING THE WORK AND THINKING THAT YOU CAN TALK BACK TO ME LIKE THAT!"

"At least I don't dress like one." I said as I looked away from her.

I didn't hear her say anything after. I got the piece of paper and only wrote my name on it and tried to do the work. 

I just wrote made-up words down on the paper since I had no idea what it was. I would be grateful for at least a 25% on that even though it's nothing compared to the grades that Oliver gets. The lowest grade he got was an 87% on a German test. 

I looked up at Oliver's table. Him and his table were talking together and doing the work while my table was just doing nothing. I saw Oliver look at me and smile. I smiled back. I think the only reason why he was smiling was because I picked up the pencil which I never do since I barley do work in class. Like I said, I was interested in playing piano, not doing schoolwork. 

15 minutes has past, and the teacher came by and collected everyone's paper. I wouldn't be surprised if I got a 0% because I'm pretty sure everything on the paper was incorrect. 

After the teacher collected all of the papers, she dismissed us to our next class. I quickly walked up to Oliver. 

Oliver looked at me and smiled. After, he said to me, "Wow, I never expected you to do your work in class."

"I had to make a good first impression." I said to him as I smiled.

"So, was it easy?"

I shook my head no and said, "I just guessed."

His smile faded as he continued to walk. He didn't say anything to me after that. 

As we were walking, the girl from my table came up to me. All of her friends were there too. 

"That's the girl I was talking about. She really wants to mess with me." Said the girl. 

One of her other friends came up to me and said, "Don't talk to Hailey like that. You really don't want to have drama with her."

Oh, so her name is Hailey. 

Oliver looked at them and said, "And you really don't want to have drama with me or Victoria. Just because Victoria doesn't talk much doesn't mean you guys have to do that to her. What did she even do to you guys?"

"What did she do to me? She seriously called me a pick-me!" Hailey yelled.

"She wasn't lying." Oliver said as he grabbed my hand and walked away from them. 

I was surprised what Oliver said, but at the same time I wasn't. He always stood up for me all the time since I didn't know how to. The only thing I knew how to do was talk back to people including teachers too. 

"Thank you." I said to Oliver, "How can I make it up to you?"

"Well, you can probably start paying attention in class. Maybe this year you could also be the top 3 in class. You have to go to college to be a pianist if you didn't know." Oliver said. 

I looked down when he said that. I never really tried paying attention to class, but if I did and if I got good grades, probably my parents would be proud of me and maybe they would accept my dream. 

I smiled at Oliver and nodded. He was right anyways, I had to go to college to be a pianist, and I have to be accepted to college. I couldn't fail college either or they will just kick me out. 

Our next class was math. We entered the classroom and most of the people from our other classroom was there too. 

Even Hailey and her friends...

Some of Hailey's other friends were in there too. When I entered the classroom, Hailey pointed at me and started laughing. Her friends were also laughing too. I stopped looking at them and looked at the teacher and smiled.

"Hi." The teacher said, "You can go sit in an empty seat." 

I looked around the classroom and there were only seats at the back of the classroom. Me and Oliver walked to the back of the classroom and sat there. 

"Good morning class." The teacher began, "Today we are going to be taking a test. Oliver and Hailey, you both will be also taking the test too since you learned some of these stuff in your old school."

Great, I didn't even pay attention to class. How am I supposed to pass this test?