Day 1 I glance at the new guy. He just "happened" to get sat next to me. I dont think so. You see my teacher is one of my mom's best friends. That means their main subject is moi. My mom recently told my teacher that I have social issues with guys. I'm not kidding; that's exactly what she said. So my teacher was nice enough to help her out. The guy's name is Tommy, and I'm almost positive he's gay. I've known him for about a week now, and I would place a bet on it. He's constantly worries about fashion and his voice, well... You know. However, I can't judge because my mom's a lesbian. She says she was straight at my age too, but that the lesbian #life grows on you. I hope not. No offense to lesbians, but that's too weird for me to comprehend. Anyways, he is currently reading a fashion magazine instead of writing the report on the book we just read. Whatever. "Okay, class!" Ms. Hadbj yells. "Reports are due tomorrow morning. And there's another new student coming so I'm going to switch the seats around, again. Have a nice day!" I get my stuff together. The bell rings. I start off for home. The whole time I'm thinking about this whole bew student thing. I hate new students. They always get sat next to me. And they always have a bad attitude. That's okay. I can deal with it. I have 2 friends, and that's enough to make my day. Even though one is to preoccupied with her boyfriend and the other with her crush. Ugh, boy-chasers.