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“I said cut it out Dana, You don’t know what I’m going through right now,” Caroline ordered. Dana has always been the popular girl out of 9th grade. Dana was on the volleyball team, but if the school had a football team, she would have been made a cheerleader instantly. And always by Danas side was her boyfriend Seth. Seth was also in 9th grade and ran track. “What’s the matter, bummed out that you didn’t make the volleyball team,” Dana teased. Caroline rolled her eyes as she stuck her books in her locker. “Come on Dana, you know I never even tried out. This school is so small anyone could have made the team.” Dana burned a hole through Caroline’s forehead as she glared at her. “We even if you did try out, you would have never even made it. Let’s go Seth.” Seth looked at the ground and then at Caroline. He spoke soft but loud enough for Caroline to understand. “I’m sorry about your mom leaving your family.” “Great, so now I’m guessing the whole school knows,” Caroline trembled. She had a feeling she was about to cry. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry Caroline. I know how you feel. My dad left me when I was in 6th grade. You need to do something to rush the sadness and fear out of you. That’s why I run. I run every day when I think about him.” Caroline looked up at Seth and found him looking straight at her. Caroline froze almost unable to breath. “You could try volleyball,” Seth offered. “No offence but your girlfriend hates me,” Caroline giggled. Seth smiled as wide as the Dairy Queen sign. “How about track,” he asked. “What is wrong with you boy, walk me to class.” Dana was halfway to her homeroom. “Oh gosh. Hey Caroline, try track with me,” Seth replied. “Just think about it, see you in language arts class.” He waved good bye as he trotted down the hall toward Dana. Caroline opened her locker and stuck her head in to ketch her breath. “Why does he have to be in my language arts class?” she thought. “This is going to get interesting. She closed her locker and headed to her homeroom. She walked in and saw everyone in their own little groups of friends. You had the jokes in the middle room, emos and Goths in a corner, band geeks in the doorway, just plain ole geeks talking to the teacher who was writing assignments on his bored, and then you have the weirdo’s. My group. I walked over to the far wall where they sat on the floor and dropped my bag and purse on an empty desk. “How goes it Caroline,” a boy named Kip asked. “What,” Caroline asked. “How are you doing Care,” said one of Caroline’s best friends, Kelsey. Caroline’s face flushed. “Well let’s see,” Caroline thought. “My mom left, the most popular girl in school hates me, as usual, and it just so happens that her boy friend tends to care about other people more than she ever will. “So so,” Caroline replied. Kelsey smirked “So so, that’s it. Then that must have been another Caroline that was talking to Seth in the hallway by her locker.” ”We were not talking,” Caroline hesitated. Kelsey was “Care, give me a brake. Look up talking in a dictionary. What did he say to you?” Caroline peeped “Um, he said hi.” “Hi?” Kelsey said as she eyeballed Caroline. “Ok Care, what ever you say.” To Caroline, time was flying, that was until language arts class. Caroline had walked into Mr. Turf’s class and found everyone in different seats. “Welcome Ms. Caroline,” said Mr. Turf. “We all have new seating arrangements because we had some students bothering Mr. Seth.” “Seth?” thought Caroline. “But no one bothers Seth, he’s, popular.” Mr. Turf walked over to Caroline. “Ms. Caroline, your father e-mailed me about your situation at home and I’m very sorry. I’ll give the week off

Turf?” Caroline questioned. Mr. Turf smiled, “I want you to write.” Write?” Caroline said disappointed. “Honey this is Language arts, not math class. Yes I want you to write, but it can be anything you want it to be. Like how you are feeling, what you want to scream out to the world, what makes you tick. You know, the best stories come from authors who had trouble through life.” “Alright,” Caroline confirmed. “Thanks, oh and I would like to sit by Mr. Seth.” Caroline’s heart raced. “Seth?” she thought. Caroline sat down at the desk next to Seth. Seth beamed. “Do you like our new seats Caroline?” Caroline looked down at her desk and spoke softly. “I don’t know what to think anymore. First of all Seth, you never talk to me, I don’t know what to know what is going to become of family, and I don’t know what is going to happen to me.” Seth chuckled. “I know what going to happen to you.” “What’s that?” Caroline said confused. “I want you to become my friend,” said Seth.