I slam my locker shut. Ugh, I hate geometry. "What's wrong, Emmywemmy?" I hate whoever just said that even more. I round on her and say calmly, "Don't call me that ever again." "Aw, but it's fun to torment you, Emmy," comes their reply. "Do not talk to me! Or torment me! Ever!" I yell, storming off in fury. I'm sick and tired of this crap. I won't tolerate it anymore. I won't, I won't, I won't! I'm close to the geometry room, and under teacher's watch I'm always safe. I don't reach it fast enough. That girl takes a hard blow at my chest, which knocks the wind out of me. I lean against the lockers, panting. "You stupid coward, get away from her!" comes a cry from the other side of the hall. Chloe Parkinson, the most popular girl at 5th Avenue High, stomps over and grabs the girl by her collar and slams her against the lockers. "Don't you dare hurt innocent people like that! If you do it again, you'll be damn sorry you did!" She flings the girl away and steps towards me. "Are you okay?" she asks. "Yeah," I say. "I'm fine. And thanks." "No problem," she answers. "I'm Chloe." She sticks out her hand. "I know," I say, shaking it. She looks puzzled. "How?" She must be joking - right? "Um, you're the most popular girl here. Everyone knows who you are." She looks even more confused now. "I - I am?" I laugh. "You didn't know?" "No!" she answers, laughing herself. This is so weird. No one has ever been nice to me before. Especially someone so popular! Is it possible that I made a friend?