<strong>Crap!</strong><br/><strong>Crap!</strong><br/><strong>Crap!</strong><br/><strong>Crap!</strong><br/><strong>Crap! I can't be late, not again!  I can't make this a tradition!</strong><br/><br/>He burst through the dorm building and flew into the courtyard.  Stopping right behind one of the oak trees, he peered out from behind the tree and... *sigh*  There was Mrs. Schroeder, staring right at him.<em>Crap</em>, thought James.  Late again on his first day.  He stared at Mrs. Schroeder for a bit more, trying to read her emotions.  She wasn't...mad, per se.  The fact that James was still alive was proof of that; no, rather she was just a bit bemused.  So, James decided to sneak back behind the oak tree and...<em>No!  No James...we talked about this...Nobody even knew who you were last year.  It's time to make a name for yourself!</em>With that, he strutted right down the walkway until he found a seat right in front of one of the cutest girls in his grade.  She probably didn't even know he existed; not before today, anyway.  He gave his favorite teacher a cute little wave; now she was angry.<br/><br/>Sitting down, he turned to some random person next to him and asked, probably louder than he needed to,<strong>"Hey, did I miss anything important?"</strong>This was followed by a few quick snickers that were dismissed as one of the lame anecdotes that the headmaster told constantly.  He couldn't tell if Fiona had laughed...he didn't dare turn around.  Finally, they finished the speech and James turned around just in time to see Fiona walking away.  Hastily, he clambered out of his seat.  He had to talk to Mrs. Schroeder about getting a new Ghost Badge.  So, instead of going to talk to his crush, he went the opposite direction.<strong>Hey, Mrs. Schroeder?  I sort of...ummm...lost my Ghost Badge...again.."</strong><br/><br/>Mrs. Schroeder, God bless her soul, gave him a new one.  His third new one.  Upon collecting his badge, James whirled around.  He scanned the crowd but couldn't see anyone he recognized.  He ran past two tangled kids, probably freshies, and found Fiona.<br/><br/><em>Well...Time to see if I made an impression last year...or just now...</em><br/><br/><strong>"Hey Fiona, what's up?</strong>