By the time Monday came around, I had pretty much forgotten the plans I had made.  I got up as normal, got ready for school, and sat down on the sofa to eat cereal like I do every morning. For once, Chris wasn't up, and it was quiet, so I could enjoy a show before I left.  

About five minutes after I sat down, Sandra gracefully descended down the stairs, acting as though she if the queen even though she just woke up.Just as she was going to sit down beside me, there was a knock, and so she huffed and went to go get it.

As soon as I looked over, wondering who it would be at 6:55 am, I jumped up to put my bowl in the sink. As I quickly slipped on my sneakers and picked up my backpack, I could here my foster mother converse with James.

"Hello, we met Friday. I'm here to pick up Josie. We are going to walk to school together."

"What do you mean, Josie walks to school by herself?"

"Well, I'm new, so she agreed to help me find my way."

"How did she do that?" at this point, Sandra looked over at me quizzically. I just brushed past her and out the door, James turned around to be by my side, shouting, "Have a nice day!" over his shoulder.

He breathed in, "Okay, no offence, but from what I've seen of that woman, she is a little crazy."

I smiled.

"So how are you today?"

I shrugged in response.

"Same, my sister, the little pain she is, screamed in my ear to wake me up. That was at 5."

I just nodded, still smiling so I didn't seem rude.

"You don't talk much, do you?" he asked. I shook my head and he shrugged.

"Understandable, its pretty early. I'll do the talking for now, for I have had 2 cups of coffee and I am HYPED."  I exhaled a bit, almost a laugh. 

He talked the whole way to school, almost a 15 minute walk. It was nice though, to not have someone reject me completely, and, he was pretty funny.

Once we had the school in view, he stopped, "Oh wait! I forgot to ask what classes you have! Whats your first period?" he asked, then realized I wasn't going to respond. He scrambled to get his backpack off, then searched for something inside. He pulled out a schedule and a pen, "Mark off the classes you have with me, I want to know if I'll have any friends with me. Hey, maybe I can meet your friends!" I shook my head, trying to communicate that I don;t have any, but took the schedule out of his hand.

I scanned it quickly, then marked off 6 out of the 8 classes.

He looked at it, "Awesome," gosh again with the awesome? "Wait, why don't you want me to meet your friends." I shook my head yet again. Could't he just get it? "What do you mean? What's so wrong with your friends?" I give him a look, then glance around at the people surrounding us. Some of them, while noticing my glance, called me, "Freak," while others, noticing James with me, said thing like, "Oh the freak has got a friend! This day should go down in history!"

He finally caught on.

"Okay, well, I'll be your friend then. Off to class we go!"

We headed into the school, and after stopping by my locker, then his, we headed into first period Social Studies. James sat down in the back with me. After the second bell rung,  Bryce Mately, one of the jocks, started making his way towards us, like he was a celebrity that's better than everyone else.

"Hey, I'm Bryce. You're new here, so let me give you some pointers. First, don't hang out with the freak here. Seco-" James interrupted him, "Now why does everyone keep calling her a freak? Josie seems perfectly normal to me."  

Bryce laughs, "Yeah, perfectly normal, except for the fact that she hasn't spoken a word since she moved here. The doctors think she has a motor problem."

The teacher yelled at everyone to listen up, so Bryce strutted back to his seat, right next to a pretty little cheerleader.