Amy instantly took a liking to her elderly English teacher. Besides the fact that she'd always enjoyed literature and writing, Mrs. Fields seemed like a nice and sweet woman. 
In the blink of an eye, the bell rang. Amy checked her schedule. Elective.
Tara turned to look at her. "You didn't come to the opening ceremony, did you?"
Amy shook her head.
"You were supposed to fill out a lot of forms that day, so the students who didn't attend the ceremony must go to class 10B at this hour," Tara explained. "Don't worry, you won't loose your first day of electives. We are choosing ours too right now."
Amy nodded. "Thanks... just one more thing..."
Tara smiled knowingly. "To get to class 10B, you go straight down the hallway to a door leading to the central yard of the school. Since this is the ninth grade building, to get to the tenth grade one, you'll just head straight to the fountain in the center. From there, turn left and you're inside the tenth grade building. It'll be pretty easy to find the classroom once there."
Amy smiled, nodding. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Tara replied. She turned to look at Lisa. "Come on, I'll take you to the computer room."
Lisa smiled at Amy. "See you in third period. Bye!"
Tara waved before the two exited the room.
Once left alone, Amy looked around. She didn't remember a single thing of what Tara had said. On the row next to her, behind the desk next to hers, was a handsome boy. Reddish-brown hair, green eyes and chiseled-like jaw. Amy thought that he might be a little too snobby, so she began to search around for another person. However, he caught her eye before she turned around and smiled at her.
"Do you need help with something?" he asked.
Amy smiled back. "Actually... yes. Do you know where class 10B is?"
The boy stretched out his arm. "Could you lend me a pencil?"
Amy obeyed.
The boy ripped out a page of his notebook, and drew a map. Once he finished it, he handed it to Amy.
"I hope it's clear for you..." his voice trailed off, silently asking her to tell him her name.
"Amy Trent."
"Amy," he repeated. He smiled. "I'm Jake Ridgehill."
Amy nodded, quite surprised. It was her first day of school, and she'd managed to talk to the most popular guy around.
Jake picked up his stuff. "Well, Amy... I'll see you around."
Amy gave him a curt nod before his departure. After picking her stuff up, she inspected the map before heading off.
It took her a while, but she finally reached the building. Pennsylvania Academy was quite big. But once she opened her door, she couldn't help but take in a sharp breath. All of the students seemed bigger than a tenth grader should... and the door to her right said 11A. She glanced at her map to make sure she had got it right. And she had. Shaking her head, she realized that Jake kid had lied to her. She glanced at the clock on the hallway. She'd be incredibly late to the conference. As quickly as she could, she turned to open the door for a rapid exit, but she felt the presence of someone behind her.
"Not just a new girl... but a freshmen."
Amy turned around, and her eyes involuntarily widened. Three hunky and giant guys were standing in front of her, smirks on their faces. And by the looks of fear the other kids around them had, they were the bullies of junior year.
"Seems like I've got it wrong," Amy replied. "Bye."
She turned around, but one of them caught her shoulder. "Freshmen are not allowed in the Junior building."
Amy grimaced, not daring to look at them. "Then kick me out."
She did not want to be around them anymore.
The trio laughed. "You're funny... it makes me feel bad for you."
"But we need you," one of the murmured in her ear.
Amy jerked her head away, laughing nervously. "I'm quite clumsy, therefore quite useless. Bye."
The grip on her shoulder tightened.
"You're a girl, but I'm guessing that beating a female up would send our message across in a more threatening way," one snarled.
Beating? Amy's eyes widened in fear.