"Alright, class," Ms. Jordan announced to the class that was seated before her. Among the students sat Gabriella Montez, Taylor McKessie, and Ryan Evans. Ms. Jordan let out a large cough, trying to catch the students' attention. That didn't work, as they kept talking in whispers to one another, completely ignoring their College Prepatory/English Honors teacher. "Fifty dollars to anyone that can repeat what I just said," Ms. Jordan said. The class was filled with 'shh's and 'quiet's until she had their undivided attention. When she was about to speak, a student yelled out "When do we get the fifty bucks?"

Her mouth formed a small smiled, shaking her head and chuckling while walking to her mahogony desk to pull up a stack of clean white paper with instructions typed on the top. She walked to her podium and straighted out the papers together so it seemed like thick piece of paper. She layed it down, then stepped away from the podium and walked in front of the desks in the third row. She snatched a piece of paper that a student was writing on as a note and took a quick look at it before she scoffed. "Thank you, Robert. I'm flattered that you," Ms. Jordan started, pausing to reread what he said, "think I'm hot with wonderful physical features, but you might have wanted to tell Anthony that in fifteen minutes, when class is over, instead of having me read it out loud to the class." Few students stayed quiet, while the other were laughing at how red Robert turned. He looked liked a human tomatoe. She crumbled the torn, white paper and shot it in the air like a basketball, making it in perfectly to the trash that was a few feet away. The students cheered and 'whoo'ed, yelling "Go Ms. Jordan". A few even wolf whistled. Ms. Jordan just rolled her sea blue eyes and walked back to the podium. With her fair skin-toned fingers, she picked up the pieces of paper and walked, her heels making noises on the floor, to the first row, first person in the front. She lightly licked her finger and separated five pieces of paper. She set it down on the desk, and then followed the same routine with the next five rows, each person grabbing a paper and handing the rest to the person sitting behind them. Once everyone had a paper, she put the extras on her desk and leaned upon it, smoothing out her knee-length black skirt, and leaning her body weight onto her legs and her arm that was set on top of the desk. She used her index finger to pull back a strand of the straight, pale blonde hair that had floated in front of her face, and skimmed over the paper. She was one of those natural beauties, so she had no need for make-up. She was also one of those stereotypical 'perfect' girls: tall, standing at 5'10, thin with great physical attributes and nice curves, blonde, and elegant. Along with the skirt, she was wearing a plain white blouse with a black, simple blazer and short black heels.

She mouthed all the words on the sheet quickly, skimming through the paper that she would soon explain to her Senior class. She clicked her tongue before taking off her cute glasses with a thick black frame, and setting it onto her desk.

"The sheet that I gave you is about your college admission's essay. It gives you tips on what to write on, how to use grammer and punctuations, and what the readers of your paper are looking for. It also states that if you apply or already have applied for a scholarship, then you are allowed write a story, but it must contain a thesis and it a moral, if you choose. Remember, plagerism is against the law. So, I'll give you the rest of the class time to read this over. On Monday, after we finish the interview that I have with each one personally, we'll start on the essay if you please. If you feel as though you can do it on your own, do as you please. The computers in the back will be only for those who wish to start their essay here. And if you're not working on the essay, then I'll pass out a packet that includes problems like those on the test to get into the college, which most of you are going to a university. So, now, you can read the paper and talk amongst yourselves, but keep it quiet. If you get too loud, I will give you one warning before I pass out referrals." Ms. Jordan walked around the desk and pulled out the chair before sitting on it and grading papers.

"Are you going to start the essay on Monday, or tonight," Taylor heard herself asking the person who sat to her left, Gabriella, though she knew the answer already.

"Tonight. I want to get a head start on that packet so I can find out what I know and what I need to know." Taylor rolled her eyes and looked at Ryan, who was staring at Gabriella, his mouth hung a few inches open.

"What you need to know?" Ryan asked to her incredulously. "You know everything there is to know, plus more." Taylor sent out a laugh.

This time, it was Gabriella's turn to roll her eyes, pushing her curly, chesnut brown hair behind her back before opening the book that sat on the desk. It was her fourth time reading The Outsiders, and she never got tired of it. She stole a glance at Taylor, who was starting on her Spanish 5 homework. She also stole a glance at Ryan, who was whistling to Snow White's Whistle While You Work while jolting ideas for the essay down on a notepad. Gabriella laughed under her breath before returning to the book, reading the part where Ponyboy was sneaking into the drive-in movie theatre. She tried her hardest to concentrate on the book, though she practically memorized it word to word on one of her bored days. Her mind kept wandering off to the college admission's essay. She had applied for a scholarship to Stanford University, so she was going to write a story about someone that she had admired. She watched the clock as the seconds went by slower than ever. She knew that whenever you want time to go by fast, it goes by it's slowest. She had exactly 12 minutes left.

When she had heard that she was allowed to write a story since she was applying for a scholarship, a memory had popped into her head, and she needed to write down quickly. She would write it on paper, but she was so much faster at typing, and writing it on paper would wear out her hand. All she needed to do was wait for the school bell to ring, sending out that sound that proved that that particular day of school had officially ended. Then, she would walk to her locker with Taylor and Ryan, put in the combination before opening it (as if she had a choice), and put away the books she didn't need, and pull out the ones she did, which today, were none. Once she'd close the locker, Troy would be only a few feet away, greeting Taylor and Ryan with 'hello's before they walked off, but greeting Gabriella with a kiss before they walked away, hand in hand, to Troy's car and set off for either of their houses. Luckily, today was Gabriella's house. So, once they'd arrive at her house, walk inside and greet her parents, who had divorced December of '05 and were going to get remarried in two months, then they'd grab a snack, preferabbly her mom's famous macaroni salad, with two forks, before heading up to her room, where they were reminded to keep the door fully open, and they'd plop down onto her bed, tired from school. Gabriella would then get up immediately before starting on her homework, while Troy would take a ten minute nap, in the time which Gabriella would have already started and finished her homework before helping Troy with his. After homework, they do whatever the day had planned for them. But today, she get onto her computer during Troy's nap and quickly write down the ideas that she had in mind instead of her usual homework, which she didn't recieve today.

Gabriella was so warped up in daydreaming, she didn't even hear the school bell ring. Taylor softly pushed her arm, snapping Gabriella out of her daydream to look up at Taylor who had her books in her hand.

"You okay?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Didn't you hear?" Taylor asked, referring to the bell.

"Hear what?" Gabriella asked, completely confused.

"The bell. School's over," Taylor told her, pointing to the clock that showed 3:00, before walking off and disappearing into the halls. Gabriella smiled, happy to hear that her dream had started, before walking off to Ryan and Taylor.