You know, I never really understood why people don't like Mondays, I mean what's the honest difference between one day and the next?Absolutely nothing that's what. It's just another 24 hours of life for anything living at the moment, you never know when it could be your last. So don't hate that one day that comes every week just hate the one day you know will end too soon.

Anyway, I had just woken from sleeping in my new bed and stood up. Today was the day I would really get to scope out the territory and figure out what other miserable teenage kids got stuck here. I yawned and walked over to the closet that had a mirror attached to its doorway and saw a tired looking me staring back. With my curly, dark brown hair looking messier than normal and my normal tired, moca chocolate eyes staring back at me. I ran my hands through my hair trying to stop it from sticking up and every where, but there's very few days when my hair doesn't do that. I washed my face quickly then got dressed with the uniform like outfit that I found in the closet that consisted of jeans, a cerulean blue cotton shirt, and a pair of black shoes. It was a pretty simple and it all fit pretty well, I guess my mom had been planning for while that I would come here. She gave them all my clothing sizes and everything.

I walked out of my room and saw only two people in the dorm halls, one was Lance and some other geeky looking guy who was overweight and had small reptilian like eyes. He also wore a red shirt like the nerd I saw the day before who was about to get beat up by those two Jock guys. " Oh hey new kid" Lance said and I remember I had neglected to have told him my name, probably won't him anyway he'll figure it out sooner or later.

" Where is everybody man?" I said looking around at the seemingly empty hallways. " Everyone is going to the morning assemble before class starts" The nerdy looking kid answered and kind of looked down as if getting ready for an insult. I didn't say anything just nodded and walked out the wobbly door away and away from that stinking dorm house. I didn't really know where the ensemble was going to be but then saw these two girls that were wearing way too much make up and seemed to be gossiping .They were both seemed to be going towards the school so I just followed them and soon enough found myself walking into a large auditorium like place. There were a lot of people already there all sitting with their cliques or at least most of them.

Several people were looking at me, you know since I was the new kid but I paid no attention to any of them and just walked up the wobbly stairs of the bleachers and sat down, about 5 feet away from any body. I looked around at all the kids and began dividing out the groups.

First and foremost there's the third class people, obviously it consisted of nerds, geeks, and dorks. They all pretty much looked the same, either scrawny with glasses or overweight with greasy hair. They were all similar cases on how they got sent to this school, they either hacked into one to many computers or got into a bad situation with the wrong people. However these guys were normally sneaky little twits so you should watch out for them sometimes. The second class people around here from what I could tell are the Greasers and Preps. The Greasers are those Italian looking guys with slicked back hair and leather jackets. You know those future Mafia bosses and drug cartels. The Preps are the rich kids who stole to much money from their parents and are complete snobs. They are massively inbred and are all have pompous attitudes. Then there's the first class guys and girls who are the Jocks and the Girl clique, I call the girls Cheerleaders since they all wear skimpy outfits and so much makeup they could paint a house inside and out twice. You know kind of like cheerleaders. But there's a specific reason why the are first class people around here. Those girls are actually pretty dangerous to mess with. Why? I will tell you why, girls can may not have a man's muscle but they could ruin your life, believe me. They are evil and malicious and horrible, so as long as you stay on relatively good terms with them you should live a full and happy life. Lastly there's the " Kings" of the school, the Jocks. They are all steroid junkies and like I have said many times before they may be good with their hands but they don't got a lot going on upstairs if you know what I mean.

Although, there is one last group of teens, and that is the wildcard people of the school who can be any body. Kind of like me you know, just different, not really fitting anywhere. You may call these people the loners but to me they really don't have a name since nothing really describes them. They are all just too different, like at my last school we had a very peculiar wildcard person. This girl named Sarah, who was half Hawaiian, half Asian and like a lot of girls, enjoyed drawing. But let's just say she drew some very weirdly vivid things. Like the art teacher at my old school getting run over by a garbage junk.....

They are just different people and let's keep it at that. So far I think Lance is one of those people since he doesn't really act like a geek or nerd. From what I can tell Lance seems to be too cool to be a dork but just too dorky to be anything else if that makes any sense. There's was only one other person I could see from here that seemed to be another wildcard-ish person. It was this girl with brown hair ebony hair was put up in a ponytail that was sitting maybe 20 feet from me. She was by herself and not to far away from the Jocks but there was something weird happening. The jocks were not trying to bully or hassle money from the girl, they were leaving her be. This girl didn't look like a Cheerleader girl either since she was only wear grey jeans and the school uniform shirt. Not revealing cloths like the Cheerleaders did not that I cared any way.

I know it may sound odd that I'm really getting confused over why this girl is being left alone and not being terrorized by the Jocks. But the Jocks are the jerks of the school, they never let anyone other than Cheerleaders sit next to them. Then I noticed another disturbing fact, the Cheerleaders weren't bothering her either. Normally those makeup freak girls pick on any wimpy girl in a 30 foot radius. I mean not saying this girl looked like much of a wimp it was just puzzling. Wildcard people confuse me sometimes but I was knocked out of my thoughts again when a familiar blonde guy sat down next to me.