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Reagan's POV

I was awaken by the deafening sound of my alarm clock.

August 26

Today was the start of school, and a new school I might add. I recently moved from Hartford, Connecticut. Now I live in Los Angeles.

My parents are extremely wealthy, they are both managers for the places they work at. So with all of the money we had in our bank accounts, we could afford a place out here.

I groaned as I pulled the comforter off of me, and crawled out of bed. As soon as my feet hit the hard-wood floor, it sent shivers all through my body.

Since it was 6:30 in the morning, and my mom told me to be ready at 7:00, I decided to grab a good outfit, to kick off the school year. I pulled open my drawers, and spotted something nice. It was a cute tank top, black n white, that had a cool design on it. To go with that, black jean shorts. My shoes, brown boots. I put it all on and was satisfied by my work. My makeup was light, nothing to big. I didn't want to look like a clown on my first day of school.

6:50

I had about ten minutes till I needed to leave. I grabbed my school bag, and left the room. When I walked down the stairs, my mom was in the kitchen, reading a magazine. There was toast, and eggs. I sat down and started eating.

•••

When I was done eating, it was definitely time to go. My mom was driving me, so I got all my things, and made my way out the door. I walked out on the porch, and I noticed my neighbor. He was around my age, but we never talked. He was living here before I got here. I would see him bringing different girls into his house, every other week, I swear to god. I don't see a girl like me, dating a guy like him.

I noticed my mom walked passed me while I was daydreaming, and was in the car. I turned away from the guy, and made my way to the car.

I got in and buckled up. My mom pulled the car out of the driveway. I looked back at the guy, and he looked at me, but then gave me a dirty look. I honestly could care less about him, he seemed like a player.

•••

I was a little scared about going to a new school. Especially since it's high school. The guys will try to get you into doing things, yeah you know what I mean. Girls will pretend to be my friends, then make a 'burn book.' A lot of people aren't who they seem to be. That's why I'm a little scared.

My mom pulled into the school, and dropped me off at the front entrance.

"Goodbye sweetheart. Have a good first day of school." My mom said nicely.

"Goodbye mom." I replied and kissed her cheek. I got out of the car and entered the school, LakeWood High.

I searched for the office and finally found it. When I went in, I approached the secretary, behind the desk.

"Hi, my name's Reagan Tyler. I'm new here. I'm here to grab my schedule." I said.

She scanned through her computer, and I could see she started to print something. That better have been my schedule. Once it was done printing, she grabbed it, and handed it to me.

"Here you go Miss Tyler's. I hope you have a wonderful first day here at LakeWood High." She said happily, while flashing me a smile.

"Thank you..." I said, but paused because I didn't know her name."

"Mrs. Fannigan."

Thank you Mrs. Fannigan." I said, waving and leaving the office.

I looked down at my schedule.

Homeroom- Room. 261
8:30-Ceramics 11th// Room. 346
9:10-History 11th//Room. 209
9:50-Science 11th// Room. 352
10:30-Physical Education 11th//Gymnasium
11:10- Algebra 11th//Room. 145
11:50- Lunch//Cafeteria
12:45-Writing 11th Room. 200
1:25-Study Hall// Library
2:05-Language Arts 11th//Room. 175
2:45-Homeroom
3:00-Dismissal

I started looking around for my Homeroom. Room 261. I couldn't find it. I decided to ask for help. I went to the closest person around me, and tapped her shoulder. She turned my way, and I could tell she was one of the school's mean girls. She wore short-shorts and a tight crop top. I didn't let that bother me.

"Um. Hi I'm new here, I was wondering if you could show me where Room 261 is?"

"What's your name?" She asked rather rudely, as if she wouldn't show me, unless she like my name. WOW! That would be shallow.

"Reagan.." I answered.

"Answer this question, why would I waste my time, showing someone new to their Homeroom?" She asked, I was pretty mad.

"Because that would be something nice to do, but apparently nice isn't in your voca-" I was interrupted by someone.

"Hey babe." Said a boy, not any boy, my neighbor, putting his hand around the girl's waist.

"Hey Cammy." She replied. I guess I figured out his name. 'Cammy' pulled her close, and started to kiss her passionately. That we're basically sucking each other's faces off. Ew.

I guess I was going to have to find somebody else to help me.