Here we are… LA, city of angels.  What is a Midwestern girl like me doing here in the middle of nowhere, you may ask?  My Dad moved Glen and I out here when he found out my Mom was having an affair with her ex-boyfriend Ben from college.  He also wanted to deal with more urban issues or that is what he claimed.  I haven’t been in California for a day and I already feel out of place.

Glen was the basketball star back in Ohio; he was the point guard.  The boy can fit in anywhere, but me not so much.  It was like we had different parents.

I’m not anything special.  I have straight blonde hair and blue eyes.  No one can tell I have blue eyes since I wear, thick black glasses and I don’t want to wear contacts since they irritate my eyes. 

I’m not exactly a Miss America, but I’m not overweight either.  I’m at an average weight.  To top it off, I’m the girl no one notices.  I never had a boyfriend so I don’t know if first love is what it tops it off to be and maybe I never will.

A couple of days later, it was Glen and me’s first day at King High.  We were both clueless to where our classes are.  Glen pulled out his map.  It’s not like it would help us since Glen had it upside down.  “Okay, so my first class is gym,” Glen stated breaking me out of my thoughts.  After a few seconds of checking the map, he gave up and crumpled up the map.  Glen noticed several attractive girls smiling at him and a smile formed on his lips.  “I think I’m gonna love LA, sis.  Good luck with finding your classes.  See ya.”  Glen walked towards the girls and put his arms around their shoulders.  He could be such a jerk sometimes.

So I was on my own trying to find my first class of the day, which was English.  I hate being late.  I noticed a dark skinned girl with curly black hair and a tattoo of her rose on her shoulder by her locker and went towards her.  “I’m new and was wondering if you know where room 57 is at?” I asked.  I showed the girl my schedule.