I woke up in the morning holding a soggy blanket and feeling a bit silly. How could I stalk someone to learn how to be cool? What was so important about being cool, anyway? And punk, let's face it, was so '80s! My life wasn't that bad…

"Giving up already?"

Oh great. Now things were talking to me. "Who the heck are you?"

"My name is Bob."

"Where are you?"

"I live in another dimension. Your imagination, moron. Now answer the question. Are you giving up already?"

"It was a dumb idea to begin with," I muttered under my breath. I was blushing . Darn.

"Sour grapes."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Whatever." I muttered and blushed again.

He ignored me. "I'm here to help you."

"How?"

"I'm your guardian angel."

I muttered, "Yeah, right."

"Well, I am. And I'm beginning to regret that at the moment. Now go get read y for school. Ooh, this is gonna be fun."

"Whatever," I muttered, and went to find my clothes.

He followed me, talking. "I haven't been in a human school since two lives ago. Wow, that's awhile. Since the 1800s, anyway. Have things changed a bit? Don't still have two people to a desk, do you? I had such a crush on the girl who sat next to me. Annie, her name was. Such a nice girl. But she grew up and married some other guy… I'll never forget her wedding day. I was the best man, bet you didn't know that. And then I just went into a corner and cried, at the reception you know, and this woman came over to me and asked what's the matter do you want to dance? and of course I said yes, no point in pining if you're not getting any out of it is there?"

"Shut up," I muttered.