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The drive to school is a short and easy five minutes, with the exception of stopping at Starbucks for Jace's frappuccino.

The guy is question parks his car right at the front, between two other little cars. "I know you don't like chaos, so I'm gonna drop you off here. The main entrance is on the other side."

I grasp a firm hold on my backpack in one hand, and the door handle in the other. "This is where you'll pick me up too?"

I want to make it clear that walking home isn't my favorite option straight away.

"Sure," He gives a careless shrug. "But it'll be at two twenty-five."

The school must end at two twenty then: Jace and Jaylin-well mostly Jaylin- already explained to me in outrageous detail how they share this overwhelming popularity at school. She also elaborated that with such fame, comes many hard responsibilities such as getting to school at a fashionably late time and staying a few minutes after to talk to fans.

"Works for me." I unlock the car and start walking in the direction I was told to. Jace meanwhile backs the car to the front of the building.

Adele's song, He won't go, stays trapped in my closed mouth as I continue my walk to the main entrance.

The school is huge, way bigger than most high schools I've been to in the past few years, so it takes a few minutes to find the five doors leading inside. Another minute is spent looking for the one unlocked door.

What's the point of having five entrances, if you are only going to open one?!

Shaking my head at the uanessacry situation, I pull the door open and walk the few steps leading into the office. Behind the marble counter seats a huge Mexican woman. She types away at the computer in front of her, her thick fingers moving up and down in a fast, steady pace. Her oval face twists and scrunches in what looks to be deep concentration. A small stream of sweat steadily trickles down the side of her face and into the grey blouse that clings to her tan upper body like a second skin. She seems so withdrawn from the world, that I'm kinda scared of what her reaction to interruption will be.

Here goes nothing.

"Excuse me?"

Imagine the voice of a scared little four-year-old, times that by four, the answer is how my weak voice sounds. I'm also pretty sure that if my arms weren't tightly wrapped around my body, I'd be shaking to death.

The lady looks up from the computer with one eye-seriously, only one eye looks up at me, she somehow manages to keep the other on the screen- and sighs, "Yes. I can change your schedule. No. I can't do it before first period."

She speaks her short words at a fast pace. Combine that with the thick accent that frosts every word, and you get a confused Jacqueline.

Breathe. Talk like a normal person.

"Pardon?"

"Sugarplum, I'm sorry. Truly, but I just can't. There are a hundred or so people in front of you."

"I'm, ah, I'm not here for that."

At least I really hope I'm not: I honest to God don't know what she's talking about. My apparently very slow brain only managed to understand something about a schedule, and another about a sugar plum.

"Thank the gods!" She mumbles somewhat quietly, perhaps in hopes of keeping her words to herself. "What you do you need then, Apple pie?"

"A schedule. I-I'm new."

"Oh! Splendid! Welcome to Horizon High, Angel cake." She smiles big, showcasing all her white teeth. "I'm Miss Rosario. Call me whatever fits your liking."

"Ok."

"It would be a pleasure to continue calling you delicious food names, Cookie dough, but to find your schedule I must know your name."

"Jacqueline Hathway."

"Hathway, you say?"

"Um...yea?"

Did I say it wrong or something?

"Funny story," She starts, fingers flying across the keyboard and eyes fixated on me. "I used to know a Hathway. A family of them in fact."

"Really?!" So much excitement floods into my voice, that I kinda sound like a helium balloon. High, and so airy.

You know there's more than one family of Hathways in the world, right?

That little bit of information only brings a few notches down from my high.

Excitement: 1...Jax 1,000,000

"Si. Nice people. Had two little kids. Shame they all had to go the horrific way they did." A sorrowful look overwhelms her large face, and she bites her plump lip in what seems to be an attempt not to cry.

"What happened to them?"

"That's one long story, Cheesecake. One too long to unveil in the short time we've got."

Rosario steps back from her counter and walks to the small office a few paces to her right. She returns moments later with a white piece of paper. "Here's your schedule, Butterfinger." Handing me the sheet. "You sure are a sweet one, Cream pudding, so I made sure you got most of the good teachers."

What an amazing lady.

I haven't met many people who are instantly this nice. Most take the time to chose if they like me enough to show me their kind side, while others fake it till they can't do it anymore.

Rosario is nothing like that. This fact means so much more than she or even I will truly ever know.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime, Fruit cake. Say hello to my niece for me, she's in your homeroom."

"Ok, thanks again!" I call out behind me, waving at the smiling Rosario as she retakes her seat in front of the counter.

So unlike five minutes ago when I first entered the school, the halls are alive with screaming kids. Most hugging and shouting how much they missed each other, other nosily getting stuff from their lockers, and some-personally my favorite group, quietly going to class.

Why can't everyone be like them?

I don't know, but I'm sure that I will poke your eyes out if that wish ever comes true.

You can't do that, Jax. Such a task requires a body, and that you do not have...Thank the gods.

My little inside talk with Jax distracts me for a matter of thirty seconds. Right as the clock closes in on the thirty-first one, my once unaware eyes process the awful sight in front of me, I have no choice but to take a couple of minutes just to breath.

Just kids. Not all are bad. Just kids. None of them know you.

With my chant memorized to the dot, I manage to get going slowly but surely-and find my locker with exactly three minutes to spare before class starts. Shoving my stuff in my locker quickly-I'll organize everything later-I make my way down the crowded hall once again, saying excuse me and please move to everyone who crosses my path.

Sooner than I'd like to say, I give up on being polite and just wedge my way around people.

Being small finally paid off. Hooray.

I roll my eyes at myself and walk inside the classroom. No one is in here, not even the teacher.

A peaceful sigh leaves my lips at the sight.

Finally.
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DP: Sept.30.17
WC: 1,201