"Mom, why can't you just home school me? It's not like it's important for the sake of society that I get my education at school." I said I didn't want to be here from the start but dad's new job opportunity required us to move. "Jeffry Woods, you are going to go to that school and make new friends and that's final," When my mom says something is final it's final and there's no changing that, "Jeff go get your brother, you two are already late for your first day at your new school. This is such a good impression you are making on your first day." By this point, Lui had got dressed and made his way down the staircase into the dining room below. He was dressed in a slightly different color contrast to what I was wearing. He was wearing a black hood and a pair of faded jeans, so faded they almost appeared white, and a red pair of original converse and I was wearing a solid white hood and black jeans, as black as night, with a pair of new black converse. We had a tendency of having a fashion similarity but altering colors. Our mother, however, didn't approve of our attire for our first day at this new school, she believes that we should always dress as if we were about to meet the president. I think I should be allowed to dress any way I want. "So are my boys ready to take on this new school? I hear the teachers here are nice and are determined to make sure you graduate with honors." My dad said as entered the room; he was dressed and ready to leave and began his new job. He kissed our mother as he left and headed to work. Mom shouted for us in the kitchen and we walked to the car, "Tomorrow, I expect you two to be ready to go to the bus stop instead of me driving you." She had said and smiled and began laughing. Lui and I had looked at each other confused. "You know something boys? I think we are really going to like it here."

On the drive to school, I was staring out the window trying to memorize every road, street, and face so I could potentially learn their names. That's when I saw a girl with (h/c)(h/l) hair and she was wearing a black t-shirt that said Get Scared: my nightmare, with the song lyrics on the back, and this girl seemed beautiful. I wondered if she went to school with me, she didn't seem much older or younger than me. She kind of stayed in my mind for the rest of the ride. We finally made it to school, and our mother stepped out of the car to register us. The school seemed so gargantuan compared to what we were used to. Lui and I were looking at pictures of previously graduated students; all of the photos had lists of the things that had been accomplished after leaving this town. Our mom was asking the assistant about the registration process for late arrivals. I don't know why she even made a big deal about us being late this morning anyway, we couldn't even get into school unless she brought us and signed us in as new students. She had finally gotten the paperwork from the assistant and began filling it out. I guess the office was relatively close to the gym because I could hear the boastful voice of the principal, or who I assume was the principal, talking to the students and encouraging them to have a year of joy and new friend and new stories that only we could unfold. After the voice quit droning on about the same thing my old principal used to say, the students let out of the gym and went to class. That's when I first saw a face that I wanted to get to know more about than just her looks. The same little miss mystery from this morning's drive.

After thirty minutes of interrogation by our mother to Mrs. Lin, the now known name of the office assistant, she lead Lui and me to outclasses. She said that she would drop me off at my class first and Lui afterward. We walked down a hallway to the left of the office and I could hear a woman talking about class guidelines and rules. She abruptly stopped as Mrs. Lin began introducing me to her and then she introduced me to the class. I saw the girl again. "Jeff you may go sit by (y/n), (y/n) raise your hand please." Then little miss mystery girl raised her hand. I walked over to her and sat down. The teacher began again on the class rules and such and then I felt a tap on my shoulder followed by a voice saying my name. "Hey Jeff, my name is (y/n) (l/n) but you can call me (y/n/n)." "Hi my name is Jeffry Woods but I go by Jeff." Marcy, as I now have come to know her name, was drawing the album cover to Get Scared. Every detail to the creepy cover was there; it was as if she'd taken a black/gray/white photo and placed it on paper. I was fascinated with the drawing, I guess it was because I liked the creepy things in life and I guess she was reading my mind because she looked at me and began blushing slightly. "I know most girls are more interested in Valentine's Day rather than Halloween but I love the scary things and not so much the girly things." Right off the bat, I knew that me and this girl were going to become really good friends.

Throughout the rest of the day, (y/n) and I were pretty much inseparable. We sat by each other in every class and at lunch, we sat together as well. Her friend, Jane seemed the complete opposite as to how (y/n) described her. Jane was a bit more girly, kind of a shut-in, and sort of stuck up; that's probably because she just met me. Trust issues, I get it.

After our final class of the day, I saw a boy come up behind (y/n) and cornered her against a locker. I could see she wasn't thrilled to see him and this boy was finding it amusing, that just didn't sit right with me and I began getting a weird feeling in my stomach as I was about to intervene. "Randy, leave me alone, don't you have some poor defenseless animal you could be torturing right now?" (y/n) said trying to push Randy off of her to no avail. "Come on (y/n), baby, you need a new boyfriend to protect you from boys like me," Randy said as he tried to kiss her. I slide up behind Randy, quietly mouthing for (y/n) not to say a word. I grabbed the strap of his backpack pulled it with such force it caused Randy to lose his balance and land on the floor. I looked down at him then back up at (y/n), "Run. We've got to get out of here," she said grabbing me by the arm then running out of the school.