AN: I don't own anyone or anything. :

"Mitchie! Get up! You're going to be late for your first day of school!" Connie Torres yells through the closed door in front of her and continues to knock on her young daughter's door. Mitchie groaned and sat up to look at her alarm clock. It was half past six and school starts at seven forty. "You have less than an hour. Hurry up, breakfast is waiting for you downstairs."

"Ugh, great. First day of school." Mitchie mumbled under her breath not too happy about it. She pulled the covers back and jumped out and head to the shower and did her everyday routine. She later came downstairs wearing a pair of converse, black skinny jeans, with a white shirt and black vest to top it off. She sat down in front of her scrambled eggs and bacon and ate quietly.

"Are you excited for you first day of sophomore year?", Connie asked her daughter joyfully.

"You know it! I'm pumped." Mitchie looked up from her breakfast and plastered a fake smile. Truth is that she isn't excited. The Torres had just recently moved out to New York from California. Of course Mitchie was having trouble adjusting with the city life. She grew up as a California girl and now turning into a city girl. Connie wasn't convinced about it.

"Honey, I know you don't like it out here," Connie stated the fact. "But, please give it sometime. Before you know it, you'll love it out here."

Mitchie sighed and nodded her head. "Yeah, I guess." She said bluntly and finished eating her breakfast and got up and washed her plate.

"Dad's waiting for you. So hurry up and grab your bag." Connie rushed her daughter to go.

Not too long later Mitchie and her father, Ed, arrived at their destination; Waverly High School. It was only a few blocks away from where they live. There were students outside standing around and chatting with their friends. This made Mitchie nervous. She was afraid she wasn't going to fit in with any of them.

"Well, here we are! Are you sure you don't want me to go in with you?" Ed asked his daughter who nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"Uh, yeah. I think I'll be fine. Thanks, though." She smiles at her dad and unbuckles her seat belt to get out the car until Ed stops her.

"Oh, wait, here's your schedule!" he opened the glove department and pulled out Mitchie's class schedule and hands it to her. "Can't go find ya places around without this!"

"Oh, yeah. Thanks Dad! I'll call you when I get out." she thanked her father as he drove off. She gulped and walked into the school.

As soon as Mitchie walked in, her nerves were calmed. She felt fine now. The students seem friendly. The school seems chilled. She looked down at her schedule. Her first class was English, one of her favorite class. The school was so huge that Mitchie didn't even know where she was going. Luckily she somehow found her locker. Right next to her was this girl with long raven wavy black hair.

"Justin! I know where I'm going. This is my second year!" the girl yelled angrily to the boy right next to her being unaware of Mitchie's presence.

"Well, I'm just doing a big brother duty! Well, I'm off to class. I'll see you around." Justin said then walked to class.

The nameless girl scoffed and closed her locker and then notice a pair of eyes on her. "Whoa!" she jumped a little. "Sorry about that. How long were you standing there for?" the girl asked.

"Um, not that long." Mitchie replied back to the dark haired girl.

"Oh. I see! Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you here before. I'm Alex." Alex said and extended her hand out.

"I'm Mitchie," she smiled showing off her pearly whites and shook Alex's hand. "I just moved here last week.

"That's cool! Where were you from?" Alex asked her being curious. Wow, she's beautiful. Her smile is just, wow.

"I came from LA, California. Super far from here." Mitchie smiled. Mitchie noticed that they were still shaking each others hand and pulled back gently and blushed.

"LA? Dang. That is far. So what class do you have first?" Alex asked changing the subject.

"Junior English in room E105." Mitchie answered her question.

"Me too! Well, we better be get there before the bell rings. Let's go!" Alex linked arms with Mitchie as if they were best friends. "Walking through the crowd of people is going to be tough. Here hold my hand." Alex offered her hand out to Mitchie who hesitantly took it. Alex pushed through the crowd of people in the hall way still hand in hand with Mitchie.

Wow, her hands are soft... Alex thought mentally then shook her head trying to get rid of it. "E105. Here we are."

Her hands are soft. Wow. This feels per-WAIT! This is wrong. I can't say that, can I? Mitchie thought. But for some reason her hands feel perfect with mine. Mitchie was definitely lost in her thoughts. Many questions were swarming her in her head.

"Hello! Earth to Mitchie! You okay?" Alex snapped Mitchie out of her daze. "We're here, girl."

"Oh yeah, thanks." She said nervously and let go of Alex's hand.

"If you say so. Let's find our seats before we have to sit up front." Alex said frowning missing the warmth of Mitchie's hand.