I hate the first day of school, hate it. The last time I actually went thru it was in kindergarten, but I hated it then, too! You see, my mom just thought of an excuse as to why we moved . . . the water. Fair enough, except she just came up with it, therefore, its not really the reason. So now we live in a condoplex, on the water, with 2 really weird neighbors. The one to the right, they greeted us first thing, they brought us cookies too . . . pot cookies. Lovely, right? The neighbors to the left, they did not greet us, my mom made me greet them, and they all wore make-up. Oh and did I mention they're all guys? Well they are.

Looks as if they're are no kids in our area, kids as in middle schoolers. Then again, that's good. I don't plan on making friends, I already have 8 best friends that would do anything for me, and I them. I love them!

Anyway, that's why I came up with Mission: Deflect. I'm dressing like an absolute . . . weirdo. I don't want more friends, I want education, so I'll dress like a freak to . . . deflect. I'll use my moms glasses(both pairs), my moms clothes, and do my hair up funky. So tomorrow, the plan goes into action.

Well . . . it's tomorrow. I'm wearing my moms shoulder padded, flowery shirt, and flower capris to match . . . horrible. I'm wearing one glasses on my eyes, one on my head. My hair . . . oh lord, I swear I was torchering myself, I had one side like Princess Laya, and the other was clipped to the top of my head. I looked horrible, it was good. Oh, and my shoes, hehe you'll love this . . . crocs. Yup, yellow too.

I grabbed my timer before leaving, hit the button, and sped down the stairs, my backpack slung over one shoulder. When I got to the bottom, I slammed the button, looking at my time: 2 minutes. It was pretty good, considering I was on the 12th floor.

I didn't have a car, but I was on track at my old school, I planned to be at this one too, next year. Although, I'm not sure if that's gonna help my image, but I don't care all that much. So I ran to school, which was 3 miles away, in under 10 minutes. That was bad, although it could be because of the large group of people I passed. At my old school, I could run a mile in a minute. Taking 8 minutes 46 seconds, to run three, wasn't extremely bad, for me at least. I had to get in shape again, track season was over, for this year, but I still liked to keep up.

I was sweating when I got to school, but that could only help me in my mission. The day was pretty good, everyone stared at first, then just ignored me. Well . . . except Cane Johnson. He, wouldn't leave me alone! It all started in P.E., when the coach told me to take my hair down. Then she gave me gym clothes, so I actually looked normal. Then out in the roll call order, she had me sitting across from him. To top it all off, she asked who was doing track next year, or rather, trying out, and I was the only one who raised my hand. I imagined this was because I was the only 'normal' girl here. Most in my P.E., were the popular type, or geeks.

When we had to run 2 laps around the field, which was quite small, I was the only one who ran the whole way, and I, of course, finished first. I also finished about a minute before anyone else . . . except Cane. He finished second, and after getting a drink, came to talk to me.

"Hey," he said, hopping onto the picnic table I was sitting on, towering over me.

I nodded in response, looking over his head, at his thoughts. My mouth dropped, he was thinking I was ugly. I mean, I don't want to sound vain, but I know I'm not ugly.

"What?" he asked, staring over my head.

I looked away, "Nothing," I muttered. I hopped up, walking to the giant oak tree and sitting on a root. It figures, he followed me.

"You should keep your hair like this," he said, gesturing at me.

I sighed, ignoring him. He's a liar, he sits here thinking I'm ugly, yet he's implying my hair looks good. Then again, compared to my other hairstyle, this one looked beautiful.

"Seriously, this one looks good," he said, "You might make—"

He was interrupted by a group of jocks, yelling, "Dude, Cane get your ass over here!"

Cane rolled his eyes, "I'll talk to you later," he said, winking at me. He walked over to them and they pointed over to the coach. In their minds, there was a picture of coach's butt, her shorts had fallen down the tiniest bit, reveling a black lace thong. Ew.

I turned away, that was something I could have done without seeing. I was looking at the ground, when someone stopped right in front of me. From the shoes it was a guy, I looked up to see Cane again. I gave him an exasperated look, shaking my head and looking back down.

"Hey again," he said.

I didn't do anything, I heard him take in a breath, ready to talk more, when the coach yelled for everyone to come out to the field. Everyone sat down in a group and I could already feel the headache, so I sat away from them. If I wasn't careful, I would faint, and I did not want that.

Cane was about to sit with me, when the coach called him as a captain. We were playing baseball, my least favorite game. Soccer and track, those were fun, baseball? Nope, not for me. Not only did I suck, but I just didn't like it.

Naturally, when it came to picking teams, Cane picked me first. Grinning at me as I reluctantly got up and went over to him. He leaned into me, whispering, "Who should I pick?"

I looked away, shrugging, he smelled so good. If I had wanted a friend, I would have picked him . . . only, I didn't, want a friend that is.

He smirked, and picked the rest of our team. All boys, lovely. We were on the field first, "You can be pitcher," Cane said, looking at me.

I turned, looking back to see if there was someone behind me. There wasn't. I looked at Cane, just staring.

He walked over to me, "You can stop staring, just pitch," he said.

I shook my head, "Can't," I said.

"Sure you can," he answered.

I ran full speed towards the outfield, once there I turned to face him, "No I can't," I said. His mouth had actually dropped, and I hid a smirk. Ah, the glory of surprise.

I got through being on the field without ball contact, now if I could sneak to the back of the line, then I could . . . "You're second," Cane yelled over to me, I sighed, so much for sneaking. I walked over, my headache growing as I came closer to the group of guys pushing each other for spots. Cane walked to the base where you hit the ball, bat in hand. The guys were surrounding me, and my headache was taking over my thoughts. That's when it happened, simultaneously, Cane hit what I'm sure would have been a home run, and I fainted.

I woke up in the nurses office. I was laying on the uncomfortable, twin bed. I heard talking from the next room, and sat up. I fainted again, that really wasn't good, I thought I was over that. If I didn't get over that then . . . well, then I would die. I felt tears come to my eyes, but before I could start crying the nurse came in.

"Honey, you need to lay down, please." she told me, sweetly.

I sighed, "Really, it's all right, this happens a lot." I told her.

"It doesn't mention it on your form." she said questioningly.

"Well, it hasn't happened in a while, so . . ." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Which is why you need to lay down," she said.

I sighed, whatever, I was missing class anyway, so why should I argue. Of course the answer to that question would walk in right at that moment. "Hey, Deb," Cane said loudly, waving to the nurse.

Here comes the headache. Okay, not from the mind stuff, just from his talking.

"Cane, shush," she said. She grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. When they came back in, a minute later, she had Cane sit on the bed across from me.

He winked and said, "I didn't feel good."

"You're giving me a headache," I told him, laying back down and turning away from him.

"Well then," he said.

I fell back asleep as the nurse left the room. Behind me Cane was talking . . . to me, but as I said, I fell asleep.

I loved the night. Not because I was a vampire, hehe, or because I loved the dark, or really even because it was night. The real reason was: that's when people slept. Sleep for me, mine or theirs, equals peace. So when I don't have school, my schedule turns nocturnal, so in 2 weeks(Thanksgiving), I'm gonna sleep days, and walk nights.

I haven't fainted in a while, well, I thought it was because I was getting better, but now I don't know why. Whatever the reason, it definitely wasn't that I was getting better, otherwise I wouldn't have fainted today. In other words, I was still on the road to early death. Wasn't that . . . great.

When I woke up again, I was crying(dry tears, mostly sobbing), I had had one of my death dreams. I was terrified at the thought of dying early, and I frequently had dreams about it. Each time I fainted I did, and I should have known that I would, but I was being stupid.

It figures, Cane was still there. So he of course was 'worried'. Although I doubted he really was, but he sure did a pretty good show of it. I was in hysterics and he was leaning over. As soon as he saw me open my eyes, he hugged me, yeah, hugged me. I pushed away immediately, I didn't even know him. That's when the nurse came in, and I looked at his thoughts. Concern, genuine concern was the only thing there.

"Destiny?" the nurse said.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Do you think you're okay to go now?" she asked softly. She looked at Cane, then back at me. He moved back to his bed, looking at something over my head.

"Um, yeah," I said, glancing at Cane. He was just staring at something, he looked entranced. I shook my head, standing up, "What block is it?" I asked

"It's last, I'll walk with you, we have the same class." Cane said.

I looked over at him, then started to say something, no. No, I give up, I'll just let him bother me. Or not, maybe I can get out of this. "What about food," I said, "I never had lunch and eating always helps me feel better."

"I never had lunch either, but I feel good enough to now." said Cane, his smile widening when I shot him a look.

"I'll call and have them get you food, do you guys have money?" the nurse asked, looking more at me then at him.

"No, actually I have a lunch box," I told her. Not only was it a lunch box, but it was a Pokemon collectable lunchbox. Here it would be considered geeky, cause I was new and geeky, ha, but at my old school, well okay, I was still a geek, but I was a band geek, and that was different.

I heard Cane snort, and I turned around to glare at him. I know it was supposed to be geeky, and it was supposed to get laughed at, but it annoyed me when he laughed. "For your information, it's a collectable." I told him, probably only making it worse.

As I thought, he started laughing harder. I looked away from him, "Can I just . . ." I looked down at my clothes, I had on my gym uniform. "Can I change, then go eat, please."

"Of coarse honey," she said. She showed me where my stuff was, then the bathroom. When I got out, she made a face at my clothes. I smiled, then looked around, Cane wasn't here anymore. "I sent him off to eat," she told me.

I smiled wider, "Thank you," I said.

"Can I ask you something, sweetheart?" she said. I nodded. "Okay, 1st, you can eat in here if you want. 2nd why are you wearing those clothes?"

I raised my eyebrow, "What's wrong with my clothes?"

She started to say something, then shook her head, "Absolutely nothing, honey."

I nodded, then as soon as I was out the doors, I started cracking up, falling to my knees I laughed so hard. What an odd day.

"Destiny, are you okay!?" I heard someone ask from a little down the hall. I looked up, to see none other than Cane.

"I'm fine," I said, straightening up, "I was . . . oh like you have a right to know anyway. Aren't you supposed to be eating . . . not here?" I said.

He shook his head smirking, "Yeah, probably, but I already ate lunch before I came to the clinic. I just said I hadn't so I could go with you. Deb knew it too, she's just learned not to argue with me." He explained.

I nodded, "Right, so any who, ima go eat now." I said, walking past him, then stop and turning back to him. "Where's the cafeteria?"

"I'll show you," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along when he passed.

I snatched my hand out of his. Then proceeded to follow him.

"So, where are you from?" he asked me.

"Vernon, Florida." I answered. My mom and I had lived on the other side of Florida, near the capitol. It was also close to Niceville, hehe. Never gets old.

"Where's that?"

"The other side of Florida," I told him.

"Cool, here we are," he opened the door, holding it open for me. Maybe he wasn't so bad . . .

I ate, Cane sitting across from me, his eyes fixed on something over my head the whole time. I thought about the nurse, I would have done the same had I been in her position. I almost felt bad for having her think she offended me, or something. Either way, I think I did pretty good at acting 'geeky', and if not, at least everyone but Cane avoided me. Besides, at this point he's not bothering me, so I'm headache free for now.

I saw Cane clench his fists, then he got up and started walking away. I blinked in surprise, getting up and following him. "Cane!" I yelled after him, as he slammed the doors open. "Cane, what the heck, where are you going!?" Wait a minute, why should I care? He was finally leaving me alone, then again, he hadn't been bothering me just now. But again, I was trying to deflect, of coarse I obviously wasn't getting rid of him . . . or actually, now I was, I just don't have any idea why. I should have just let him go, it would have been better for him, but something compelled me to follow.

"Cane, what happened, where are you going!?" I yelled, seeing him turn a down a hallway across the patio. I ran full speed over to him. I grabbed his arm, "Cane!" I yelled, gripping his arm.

"What," he asked quietly. "If I was annoying you so much, why are you trying to stop me?"

I hesitated, "Well, cause you weren't annoying me just then," I said cautiously.

He laughed sarcastically, "I'm sure," he said.

"You weren't!" I said, getting mad.

"Yeah, I agreed with you. I gotta get back to class, and just for tips, no one likes a liar." he said walking away.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" I ran back up to him, planting myself in front of him. "And by the way, you have no room to talk."

He narrowed his eyes, "Really, so when have I lied?" he asked.

"Well I'm sure you've lied a lot, but, and I'll admit, it was a nice lie, it was during P.E." I told him.

He shook his head, "Look let's just forget about this, okay?"

I hesitated again, "Fine," I said, walking back to the cafeteria for my stuff, Cane following after me.

"You need a ride?" Cane asked me when the bell rang.

I shook my head, "I run," I said.

He raised his eyebrow, I looked at his thoughts, just as he remembered I was in track.

I walked him to his car, then ran home. He drove off the away from me. Looks like I had made a friend against my will . . . wow. When I was far enough from the school, I took off the stupid clothes, underneath I was wearing a purple tank top, and jean shorts. Then I fixed my hair into a pony tail, and stuffed all my crap into my backpack. I picked up a snack from a gas station, ate it, and ran the rest of the way home.

When I got to the apartment, I put my backpack, and lunchbox in the elevator, pressed level 12, and ran as fast as I could up the stairs to my apartment. I just hope I beat the elevator. When I got upstairs, I kept running til I got to the elevator, then I waited for about 30 seconds. When it opened, I grabbed my stuff, then was about to get up, when I saw shoes . . . Cane's. I looked up, there he was, smirking at me.

"You messed it up!" I accused.

"Messed what up, oh, never mind." he said.

"What do you mean never mind, do you know what you messed up?" I asked.

"Your track thing, trying to beat the elevator." he answered.

I cocked my head, the shook it. I won't question it.

"Do you live here?" I asked.

"Yeah, 1287."

"You live with the potheads!?" Whoops! "Er, I mean . . . well, the people you live with are very nice, they brought me and my mom cookies, as greeting." I said, trying to make my smile look unforced.

"Yes I live with the potheads, and did they bring you pot cookies? I told them to stop handing them out." he said.

I raised an eyebrow, letting out a big breath, "Yeah, they gave us pot cookies. Are they your parents?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Cool, so you wanna come in?" I asked, we were standing in front of the my door.

"Sure," he said.

I opened the door, letting him through.

"Destiny?" my mom asked.

"Yeah, and Cane, he's gonna be here for . . . well I don't know, but for a little while!" I yelled to her.

She walked into the room, "Don't you mean, can he stay for a little while?" she asked.

"No," I said dryly, dragging Cane to my room by the arm.

"Uh, are you mad at her for some reason," he asked, looking over my head, jeez he does that a lot.

"She forced me to move to a whole new place in 8th grade, for no reason, uprooted/ruined my life, and wants me to act like she didn't do any of it. Of coarse I'm mad." I retorted.

He nodded, "makes sense, now, would you care to explain why you look normal?"

I sighed, "Mission: Deflect."

"What?" he asked.

"Mission: Deflect, it's all part of my plan. I don't want new friends, so I'm acting like a dork so no one will bother me . . . and I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you and your stubborn ass."

He laughed, "That's me," he said.

I smiled, content. So maybe one new friend was okay, but that's it.

Just then my phone vibrated, I pulled it out, it was my friend Kelly.

"Hay, Kelly!" I answered.

"Hi Destiny," * sniffle * "It's Kelly's," * sniffle * "mom. Something happened." *sniffle * "Kelly, Leigh, Katie, Isabella, Claire, (lizzeth), and (lizzeth)'s mom, got in a . . . a . . . they're dead! They're all dead, my baby's dead! I . . . you needed to know, but I have to . . . go." she hung up.

I dropped my phone, then I collapsed. Cane caught me, sitting with me on my bed. "Destiny, what happened?"

I sobbed, burying my face in his chest. He held me to him, letting me soak his shirt with my tears. Eventually I fell asleep, but even then my sadness was still haunting me. I had bad dreams, and woke up multiple times. Each time, Cane was still there, holding me. That was the start of our friendship, and now we're inseparable.


A/N: Please review, critasism welcome:)

Passionately Yours: Thanks for all the tips, and yeah, I didn't think about til now, but it is when she legally allowed to drink.