The next class I have is choir. I kind of wish I could sing. After that I have science. I have always loved science. I think my teacher is a Timelord. The next class I have is PE. I can run without stopping for a few miles but I'm not fast. After PE I have lunch. I'm not going to be able to make friends today. I go to a lunch table with my cold lunch I brought from home.

A girl walks up to me and sits next to me. I'm way too shy to speak.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?"

"Yes. I mean no. You can sit here. " I answer awkwardly.

"I'm Wendy."

"I'm Fay"

We don't talk for the rest of the lunch period. After lunch I have math. I have never liked math but I do it. I have history after math. Last period I have photography. I find it interesting. After school I get on the bus. I sit down at a window seat and stare out the window until my stop. I get off and go to my room. I don't feel like unpacking. I get my notebook and write poetry.

Under the stars,
On the lowly ground,
I stand.
Waiting,
Hoping,
Until my strength is found.

That is okay. I'm not a poet so I guess this is fine. I rip the page out of the notebook, crumple it up and throw it away. I don't want everyone to see it.

I decide to check out the backyard we have. It is small. I look around and see a shed. The she'd looks creepy and I am reluctant to go near it. Eventually I go over to it and open it. I see a wood box. It looks like it has been in the shed for a hundred years. I decide to go open it and see if there is anything important or interesting in it.