(Regular POV)

There she stood in front of the large school. Her short dirty brown hair with with blonde streaks had been swept up into a short, stubby pony-tail. There were chunks of hair swinging down on the sides of her face, they were too short to put into the pony tail. Also, her bangs went diagonal down her face, the shortest tip reached the top of her eyelashes, and the longest went a few inches over her eye. One of her dark brown eyes could be seen, but it was coated with thick eyeliner. Her outfit was a long-sleeved black shirt with dark denim jeans that were tight around the ankle. She had crossword puzzle patterned high-top converse that went a little past her ankles. From her neck dangled a chain necklace with a strawberry on it.

(Main Characters POV)

I couldn't believe this. She had put me in this school? Well, whatever. I was just gonna run away anyway. Through my glasses this place looked perfect. The opposite of me. So I turned, and began to take a step. Suddenly, there was a grip on my arm. I winced, although the hand was weak. I could tell that if a pulled away, it'd let go. But instead, I turned around, to see who was daring to touch me. He looked about 5"10 and he had medium long hair. A bit darker than mine. He had dark brown eyes... just like mine. It disgusted me how much we were alike.

"Who are you?" I sneered.

He smirked, then replied, "Noah."

How revolting.

"Isn't that a girls name?" I smirked back.

His eyes narrowed at my comment, then asked, "And who are you?"

I rolled my eyes, because I knew guys hated that, then I curtly said, "Allyn."

"Isn't that a guys name?" He remarked.

My hands clamped into fists but I knew I had to stay cool. "I don't know..."

"Well, whatever, this paper here says I'm supposed to watch after a Allyn Fever." He lowered the paper that he had just put in front of his face. "I thought I was looking after a guy. But instead I got you."

Once again, I had to try not to hit him.

"C'mon. I'm taking you to your locker, then you have to show me your school schedule, so I know what classes you and I have together, seeing as I'm in charge of you, and-"

I cut him off, "No one is in charge of me."

He just looked up and began to walk into the building. I followed of course, but only because my mom had threatened almost a million times to send me to girl's school it I screwed this one up.

When we got into the god-forsaken school, he made me pull out my friggin' schedule, he read it out loud to himself, "Period one: Advanced Science, period two: Advanced Math, period three: Advanced Reading, period four: advanced writing, period five: Advanced Social Studies, period six: Study Hall, period seven: Remedial Gym."

I lowered my head at the seventh period, although I was a bit proud of it. I hated gym class, all the teachers do is make you run around, plus, there are always those girls that giggle every time some guy stared at them during jumping-jacks because their implants are bouncing. So, during my gym class, I'd stand there, or read a book.

"Looks like we have every period together..." Noah sighed.

My head shot up, "Even seventh period?"

He shrugged, "Yeah... I hate gym, so I don't try. It's the only thing keeping me from skipping a couple grades."

I shuddered a bit at how much we were alike, then quickly reminded myself how much we weren't.

"Whatever... where's my locker?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that we were going to have to be together for about six hours.

He happily smirked and pointed to the one below the one he had just open. My locker was under his. I groaned, quickly put in my combination and opened it. I threw my things in there, not caring. He watched me, with his eyebrow raised, and how I violently shoved everything into my locker. I glanced up at his and noticed it was perfectly organized. I rolled my eyes and grabbed everything I needed for science.

I decided not to remark about the fact that he waited for me and walked next to me, reminded myself he was my "guardian" thing. Why would the staff tell him to watch over me? Maybe they wanted him to die as much as I did.

When we got to science I glared at the ten people that had made it into this classroom. They all looked like total geeks. The teacher glanced at me and scowled, so I laughed. He frowned, "Noah and Allyn I presume?"

Noah nodded and I quietly said, "Nawwwwwww.."

The teacher shot me one of those, you're-making-a-bad-first-impression-looks, so I shot back an I-don't-give-a-shit-looks.

He scoffed back and pointed to two seats in the very back.

I happily walked back, glad that I didn't get the front, knowing the teacher would always be staring at me if I did. But when I got there I rolled my eyes at the way the teacher had labeled almost everything. The chairs had our names on them on little labels, so I tore mine off. Fuck that, I don't want people knowing I even go to this school.

When class actually started, the teacher immediately turned to the board, so I pulled out my iPod and listened to my music. The guy must have been deaf, because the whole period, everyone stared at me, I even saw someone in the front of the room tapping his foot to my music.

As soon as it was about three minutes before class was out, I slowly put my iPod away just as the teacher turned around.

"Those are the expectations." He spat.

I sat at my desk, pretending that I paid attention. He rocked back and forth as I looked him over. His bald head was totally gross and he was really fat. He puke colored suit was totally bogus, and he had really funky looking glassed. I'll let you think up what those look like, because you probably don't want to know what they really look like.

"Allyn," He grumbled.

"Yes, sir?" I said, mockingly.

"What is the fifth expectation?" He asked, stepping in front of the board.

"Respect the teacher." I smirked, knowing that he meant for me not to know that and be embarrassed.

His frown got so big that he looked like a fish, so I held in my laughter. I glanced over at Noah and noticed he was trying not to laugh at the teacher either.

Suddenly, the bell rang and everyone fled out of the room. That was pretty much the routine for the rest of the day. I'd meet a teacher, piss them off, then show them up. And at seventh period, I brought a book with, sat in the locker room and read. The teacher thought I was just absent, and I sighed as I heard him say Noah was "absent" too. But I got over it, and silently laughed, realizing that I might have one thing to keep me from killing him.

When the bus came, I sighed with relief. I wasn't ready to see who rose the same bus as me, because I had a feeling one of them might be Noah, so I just got to the front of the line, plopped down in the back seat, shoved my head phones into my ears, and turned on my iPod. I noticed the bus driver was making a speech, so I rolled my eyes and continued listening.