A boy and a girl walked around the living room impatiently, obviously waiting for someone. The boy had black hair and brown eyes and the girl had red hair and hazel eyes and they were both dressed stylishly. The boy started to tap his foot impatiently and the girl sighed in frustration.

"Will you hurry up, Jeff," the boy finally yelled down the stairs.

"Hold your horses, Matt!"

"We don't want to be late," Amy, the girl said.

"Okay, okay I'm coming."

A boy with blond hair and blue eyes came running up the stairs and he was dressed very stylishly too. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail just like Matt's. They walked out of the house and got into Matt's car and drove off.

"Gosh, I thought you'd never leave your room," Amy said with a smile.

"I wasn't in my room," Jeff said.

"Oh God. And Matt has the nerve to talk about how much time I spend in the bathroom," Amy said as she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I have to look good for the first day of school."

"Okay."

They continued driving and while they were, they passed a girl with blond hair who was dressed in all black. She was wearing a lace skirt with a black corset top and black combat boots. When Matt, Jeff and Amy passed her, she looked at them and they looked at her. She turned her head and continued walking.

"My God how could any parent let their daughter dress like that," Amy said.

"Well you know she is adopted," Matt said.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Well she never talks about her parents anyway. That could be a sign or something," Matt said.

"It's not like I care."

He shrugged his shoulders and twenty minutes later, they arrived at the school and Matt parked the car in his parking spot and all three of them got out of the car and walked to the front of Cameron High School. A lot of people were already outside, just milling around waiting for the bell to ring. Just like any other typical high school, the groups were all in their own areas. The jocks and cheerleaders were underneath a huge tree, the geeks were sitting at two benches looking at things they had invented over the summer and the punks were at the very back, standing underneath another tree. No one really paid attention to the other groups. It just wasn't done. Matt, Jeff and Amy walked over to their tree and started talking with the other jocks and cheerleaders.

"Why are you guys late," a girl with long legs asked.

"Because Jeff was in the bathroom getting pretty," Amy said.

Everyone started to laugh and Jeff rolled his eyes. At the same time, the girl in all black walked past them and they all got quiet and stared at her. She walked towards her tree and all her friends looked at her.

"So why are you late," a girl with short brown hair asked.

"Parents. We got into an argument again," she said.

"Oh. Hey look."

The blonde girl turned around and looked at where the other girl pointed to. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes walked up to the girl and hugged her.

"Hey Trish. What's up," he asked.

"Nothing much Shannon."

"So are we going to skip," Shannon asked.

"Dude, it's the first day of school. We have to stay the whole day," a girl with long black hair said.

"You're right Lisa. What was I thinking?"

"You got that right."

The bell rang and everyone started to make his or her way into the school. Everyone was standing around their lockers, opening them and putting stuff in and adding extra touches to them. While Trish was at her locker, Shannon walked up to her and pulled her aside.

"Hey Trish, there's something I have to tell you. How about after second block," he asked.

"Sure."

Afterwards, they all went to their first class and Trish was in her first class by herself and there were some geeks and the entire class seemed to be filled with jocks and cheerleaders. Amy, Jeff and Matt and three other people from their group walked in. The leggy blonde was with them, including a boy with brown hair and brown eyes and another girl with brown hair.

"Hey look. Trish is in this class," the girl with the brown hair said.

"I can see that, Dawn," Amy said.

"And I don't see any of her friends. That should give us plenty of leeway to pick on her," Dawn said with a wicked smile.

"Oh yeah. The geeks aren't going to do anything when the teacher's not here," Matt said.

"Well, the teacher's not here now, so lets start now," the leggy blonde said.

"Great idea, Stacy," Amy said.

They all walked over to Trish's desk and stood in front of her and looked at her. She paid them no attention because she had heard every word they had said. She had been writing in her notebook the entire time and that was what she was doing right now.

"Hey Trish," Amy said sweetly.

"Hello Amy."

"Oh my goodness. She said something. And here I thought she was mute."

"You know Trish you should become a prep with the rest of us. You might actually get noticed and in a good way. Look at me," Dawn said.

"Well, I'm not a sell-out like you, Dawn."

"I am not a sell-out. I just knew living the life of a recluse was getting old," Dawn said.

"And also the fact that you were getting tired of people making fun of you. But if you didn't care about what other people thought, you would have stayed the way you were," Trish said without looking up.

They were all speechless and then the teacher came in and they all went and sat down and then the bell rang to start class. Trish closed her notebook and looked around the room. She couldn't believe she would be stuck in this room for an hour and a half with all these stupid people.

The teacher introduced herself and then took roll and handed out a syllabus. After she read off the rules of her classroom, she handed out index cards and told everyone to write their full name, address, their parents names and their phone numbers and then three things about themselves. After everyone did that she picked up the index cards and read them all. When she got to Trish's, everyone looked at her like she was weird.

"Well, Trish likes to write poetry, stories and she wants to go to NYU after high school. Well Trish would you like to share one of your poems with us? I'm sure it will be very interesting."

"Not everyone is into the type of poetry I write. So I don't want to insult or scare anyone with what I write," she said as she looked at Amy and the rest of them.

"Well come on. It can't be that bad," the teacher said.

"Okay."

She stood up and walked to the front of the room and sighed. She hated reading her poetry to anyone else except her friends because they knew what she was going through.

"Dear diary, here I am again. My life is very dim. I still continue to sin. I can never seem to win. Dear diary, nothing seems to change. I still do the same things. I love to see it flow. Sometimes I wonder where it goes. Dear diary, I'm standing out in the rain. Oh God how I love the pain. My life has already been painted. I feel so tainted. Dear diary, who could ever want a girl like me? I don't see what they see. My heart wishes for many things. It's not as easy as it seems. Dear diary, here I am again. My life is very dim. I still continue to sin. I can never seem to win."

When she finished the entire class looked at her in shock. The teacher cleared her throat and gave the entire class a look and they all applauded. Trish sat down and sighed in frustration.

"Well Trish that was very interesting. Different from what I normally hear but interesting nonetheless."

"I told you."

"Alright class..."

Trish zoned the teacher out for the rest of the class, trying to figure out what Shannon wanted to talk to her about. She knew it had to be serious. He rarely asked her questions away from the group. It suddenly occured to her what he was going to ask her. They had been going out since sixth grade so they were extremely close. She couldn't believe what was going to happen to her. When the bell rang to dismiss first period, she got up quickly and walked to her locker before going to her second block. She talked to Lisa and the girl with the short brown hair whose name was Nora. They all had the same second block and walked to it together and sat in the same row. The bell rang and it seemed that the class was going by so slow. Trish kept looking at the clock and the teacher handed out syllabi and books. When the bell rang, Trish got up quickly and left the room. Shannon had told her to meet him outside under their tree. They were going to lunch afterwards anyway. When Trish got to the tree, Shannon was already standing there and he looked very serious. Trish walked up to him and kissed him.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey."

"So what's up," Trish asked with a smile.

"Well Trish you know we've been going out since sixth grade and that's a long time considering we're seniors now."

"Yeah, it is. Six years. I can't believe we've made it this far."

"Yeah well you know we're going off to college next year and well...I think...well I was wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"I think we should break up."

Trish stared at him in shock at what he had just said. That was not what she was expecting. She couldn't believe it. After six years, he was breaking it off and it seemed like a stupid excuse.

"What?"

"I think we should break up. I mean if we're meant to be together, we'll get back together, but right now I think we should break up."

"Do you mean take a break?"

"No, I mean really break up. Besides, there's a girl here that I really like. I've liked her since last year," he said.

Trish looked at him with hurt eyes and then she smacked him and ran off. Shannon sighed and walked off back to the cafeteria to get his food. When he walked into the cafeteria, Lisa, Nora and the rest of their group looked around for Trish.

"Where's Trish at, Shannon," Lisa asked.

"I don't know."

She shook her head and they all walked to the line to get their food. They went outside and sat at one of the tables and waited for Trish.

Meanwhile, Trish was behind the school, sitting on the ground, crying her eyes out. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and her head was on her knees. She heard footsteps and thought it was one of her friends, but she paid it no mind. The person stopped in front of her and she kept crying.

"Are you alright, "the person asked.

Trish stopped crying and looked up into the blue eyes of Jeff Hardy. He was the last person she expected to be standing over her looking at her worriedly.

"Are you alright," he asked again.

"Why does it matter? Why do you care," she asked evilly.

"I was just trying to be nice," he said

"I'll be fine."

He shrugged his shoulders and walked off and Trish got up and walked to the girls bathroom and fixed herself up. Her makeup had run all over her face. She splashed water on her face and then walked to her locker and redid her makeup. She went to the cafeteria and got her food and ate it by herself.

After lunch everyone went to his or her third period. Trish was upset when she saw Shannon sitting in the room. She sat as far away from him as possible and when the bell rang, the teacher walked in and told everyone she had made a seating chart. Trish and Shannon ended up sitting next to each other. Jeff was also in the class and he sat right behind Trish. Trish kept to herself the entire period and never looked at Shannon once. Of course, he never looked at her either. When the class ended, they went to their last class and it ended pretty quickly and before anyone knew it, the first day of school was done.

Some people milled around, others got on the bus, others got in their cars and drove off and others just walked home in groups. Trish was one of those people that walked home. She just looked down at the ground and started to cry silently. Amy, Matt and Jeff passed her in their car and Amy and Matt started to laugh hysterically when they saw her crying. Jeff just sat in the back looking out the window.

"Hey don't forget that we're having that big welcome back party tonight," Matt said.

"I know," Jeff said.

"Jeff, what is wrong with you? You've been acting funny since lunch," Amy said.

"I'm fine. I'm just tired from all that's happened today. The first day is always tiring on me," he said.

"Obviously. Having all those girls chase after you," Matt said.

"It must have been a very productive day," Amy said.

"Yeah, it was," Jeff said.

They stopped in front of Amy's house and she got out saying she'd be back later that night. She closed the door and walked into her house and Matt and Jeff drove off to their house. They passed Trish again and she walked into her house. They stopped at a house right next to hers and parked in the dirt driveway. They got out and walked into their house. Jeff went downstairs into the basement and opened the window. He saw Trish in her room in the basement and he looked at her. She turned around and looked at him and closed her curtains but not before giving him an evil glare. He turned around with a sigh and went to his closet and looked through it. He had to find something to wear for the party tonight. He pulled out a pair of dark blue pants and a white and blue checkered button up shirt. He ironed them and went upstairs to find something to eat. Matt was already putting snacks out.

"Hey Jeff could you get the CD's out," Matt asked.

"Sure," he said as he grabbed some chips.

"Save that for the party tonight man, "Matt said.

"Alright, alright."

He went to the stereo and got a big case of CD's and put five CD's in the stereo. Afterwards they just sat around waiting and then they finally went to go get dressed. When Jeff had taken his shower and gotten dressed, he looked out his window and saw Trish sitting on her bed.

"Psst! Psst!"

Trish looked over and walked to her window.

"What do you want? Leave me the hell alone."

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright," he said.

"Will you shut the hell up and leave me alone?"

She closed her window and Jeff closed his and walked upstairs. Some people had arrived and he opened the door and let them in.

Later on when the party was in full swing, Jeff walked out the house taking the trash out. He hated the parties they gave sometimes because he always ended up taking the trash out. It was annoying really. Matt was always the one that planned these parties and Jeff always got stuck cleaning up the majority of the mess. While he was taking the trash out, he looked over suddenly when he heard yelling coming from Trish's house. She walked out suddenly with a slam of the door and started walking off. All of a sudden, her father and mother ran out and started walking towards her.

"Patricia, you get back here right now. You're not going anywhere tonight. It's a school night," her father said.

"I don't care what you say. I hate this fucking house and I'm never coming back."

"Patricia Stratigias get back here right now!"

"No!"

Her father walked up to her and grabbed her arm roughly and turned her around and she looked into his eyes with an evil stare.

"You get back in this house right now, or I'll call the police on you."

"Call them. I'll just lie and say you're abusing me and then they'll take me away from this place."

He smacked her roughly and she fell to the ground and looked up at him.

"You'll do no such thing."

Her parents walked back into the house and Trish sat on the ground for a while and she looked up suddenly when she saw Jeff standing in front of his house. She sighed and looked back down. She stood up and dusted herself off and stared at Jeff and he stared back at her.

He started to walk towards her and she backed up like a frightened animal and then turned around and saw Nora drive up to her in her SUV. She got in and they drove off. Jeff walked back inside the house and Matt walked up to him.

"Man, I told you to just throw the trash out. What were you doing out there?"

"Nothing. I was just getting some air. It's getting kind of crowded in here, and when it gets crowded it gets stuffy."

"Yeah I know. Well its almost midnight. Means we have to start kicking people out."

"Yeah."

Matt walked over to the stereo and turned it off and everyone looked at him. They all knew what it meant and it didn't take long for the house to be cleared out. Twenty minutes later, the house was cleared out and Matt and Jeff started cleaning it up. They gave up thirty minutes later and went to their rooms and called it a night. Jeff's mind kept going back to the frightened look Trish had given him before she had took off with Nora. It was something he had never seen in her face before. He couldn't believe that he was worried about a punk. It was something that never happened.