As I suspected. A horrible day in the making. At least I have my smile shirt on, for I'm sure its the only thing keeping me alive right now.

First period was okay, I guess. No singing Harley on the table, so that's good. Second was fine too, but not as good as normal without Mary as my lab partner.

So here I am, still alive thanks to my outfit, slowly making my way to gym. Gym. I swear this subject is gonna be the death of me. I'm not gonna be an athlete, okay? So stop training me for it. I get enough exercise biking to Harley's every afternoon. I don't need this extra crap.

I kick the gym doors open with my foot. Those doors are way to filthy with other peoples' sweat. I stumble into the gym. The freaking -5º gym. Guess what the first thing I saw was? That girl. I think God has assigned me a angelic stalker. I see this girl everywhere. I should be glad I've never seen her in my bathroom. (That sounded weirder than intended.)

"Oh hey." She said. Why does she keep talking to me? I started this stupid journal to record my feelings for boys. Why am I in this awkward situation with her?

Suddenly a wave of warmth flooded down me. And, honestly, I don't know why. My gut was telling me that I've had this feeling before, but rarely. I want to interrogate my gut, ask it all it's questions, and learn more about whatever this even is.

I finally forced myself to speak. "Hey..." I responded nervously. I didn't want her to think I was scared - but I was. This feeling did not feel normal. Must just be the angel's call.

The girl laughed and started to walk away, and, before I could stop myself, I yelled, "Wait!"

She turned around. Flock, Emily, look what you did. Now you have to ask your dumb question. "Um... You keep on talking to me so I... um... kinda wanna know your name...?"

I have to admit, this is the most uneasy I have even felt in my life.

"Oh!" She replied with a wide smile on her face, "It's Holly."

Holly...

More like Holy. Dangit, another joke that came out weirdly. See here, kids, these are the effects of not seeing your stabilizers - (Best friends) - in 24 hours. It makes you feel like the one person you know is your true love. (God, when did all of my jokes get so weird? I meant that joke metaphorically. I'm not a gay weirdo - at least I don't think so...)

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(Small A/N (PLEASE READ) - Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to build up the events, so the next few chapters may end up being small, too. Another thing, gays and lesbians are awesome. I just made Emily think they're weirdos because a lot of kids at my school make fun of bi people. I might even be bi, for all I know. Please open your minds to gays and lesbians, they are awesome. One of my friends are gay and I completely respect that. I am not trying to be offensive to any gays or lesbians out there.  Sorry if I was. I completely respect all sorts of sexuality types wether your bi, gay/lesbians, or straight. Another side note - thanks for reading!!)