Daughter of Kellin Quinn

Can You Keep A Secret?

*Copeland's POV*

I had to remind Alli to call me Danielle in school because I didn't want anyone finding out who I really was. I had to make sure "Copeland" was restricted in this school.

"Okay," Alli began, "this is where we'll have lunch everyday, and usually every year seniors get the back corner tables to themselves, so we'll be fine over there." I listened to everything she was saying so I didn't miss an important detail. "Here's the counselor's office and over there is the main office." We started walking up to the third floor where our first hour was. "Since you're schedule is the same as mine, I'll walk you through every class for a week and see how you do. Don't be surprised if we're not sitting next to each other. Most teachers do assigned seats and then they let you move, but some teachers aren't that nice. They keep you sitting in a seat according to last name."

We assembled in the class room to find out that we had our assigned seats on the projector. There were already kids in their seats watching the next person come through the door. The teacher wasn't in the class yet and that was a problem. It said my name was Copeland Bostwick. I quickly found a pencil laying on her desk and erased my name, changing it to Danielle Quinn. Some kids looked at me in a weird way. I didn't care what they had to say this time. They don't know me well enough to judge me. I'm not going to let them ruin my day all because they gave me some weird stares.

"Alli, we sit close to each other," I managed to say. Even though my last name was Quinn, the teacher still had me down in section B for Bostwick. Lets just hope that she doesn't make the adjustment. I feel like I'm going to have to tell every single teacher that my name isn't Copeland Bostwick, it's Danielle Quinn.

"Alli! Woot Woot!" A couple crazy boys came flying through the doors shouting Alli's name in front of the whole class. They must know who she is. I hope she'll introduce me. "I've missed you the whole summer. You don't call or text me!"

"I don't have your number, silly!" Alli pulled out her phone and gave those crazy boys her digits. One of them was actually really cute.

The room was starting to pile in with more students. Half these kids look way older than 17 or 18. I felt so small and helpless compared to everyone else. I just sat there as Alli talked to almost every student that walked in the door way. Damn, did she have to know everybody? The bell was about to ring in three minutes. I saw Alli walking up to me to introduce me to a couple of her girlfriends.

"Uh, Danielle, this is my friend Kenadee and my other friend Joy." I looked at them and waved hello. I was kind of nervous to speak the words hi and hello to them, so I just waved.

The bell rang and it was time to be assembled. The teacher came walking through the doors and she was very ugly. Not to be rude to her, but she was very old and wrinkly. It looked like she had been working here for ages. She started to call peoples' names. Luckily, she called my name and said Danielle Quinn. I responded with saying 'here' and then she noticed that I was sitting in B section. This can't be good.

"I think I might've placed you in the wrong seat, Danielle. You belong in the Q section over by Mr. Query over there." I look over to see who Mr. Query is. I couldn't tell if he was tall or not, but he was so cute. Dirty blondish hair with sea green eyes. All I did was stare at him, knowing the teacher told me to move. "I'm going to let you trade seats with Joy. You two switch seats, please." I gathered my belongings while the teacher continued taking attendance. I swapped seats with Joy and sat right behind the cutie. At least I was sitting next to someone who just might grab my attention the whole hour.

The teacher told us to sit tight while she goes to get our AP Physics text books. She said we could turn to the person next to us and introduce ourselves, but we couldn't get out of our seats. I glanced around at everyone talking until I felt a turn of head staring at me.