"Kate Summers." I told the lady at the registration booth. "Welcome back, Miss Summers." she alisema warmly. "Thank you, Ms. Appledale." I took the locker combination sheet she had handed me and began to look for it. "Locker 16B." I read aloud. This was great. All the B-section lockers were right near the muziki wing. I looked around for my sister, but she had already vanished with Ashley. Pulling out my phone, I see she has texted me several times since we got off the bus. All the texts are teasing me about Niall. I don't like Niall, I think to myself. He hasn't spoken to me since he got famous, what kind of jerk does that? I grow excited when I see the familiar murals the muziki wing has to offer. "Hey, Kate!" calls a friendly voice. I turn around and see my best friend, Charolette Starr, approaching. "Hey Char." I say affectionately, giving her a tight hug. "I'm so glad our lockers are in the muziki wing this year!" she says excitedly. "Me too." I agree. "What's your locker number?" Charolette smiles and tells me, "15B." I grin and say, "Awesome. Looks like we're neighbors!" Charolette squeals and drags me to my locker. "You have to unpack so we can go to the bathroom and make sure wewe look absolutely gorgeous when wewe see Niall!" I groan. "You too? Why is everyone so intent on me impressing Niall?" Charolette stares at me. "You don't know?" she asks, shocked. I shake my head and inquired, "What?" Charolette squeals once again and proudly states, "Niall tweeted about you!" I stare at her. "No he didn't." I say with disbelief in my voice. "Girl, look at this!" Charolette exclaims, pulling up the Twitter app on her smart phone. I peek at her screen. I'm so excited to be heading back to my hometown to see that special someone. "Oh that is not about me!" I exclaim. "That could be about anyone!" Charolette crosses her arms and says, "Which means it could be about you!" I stare at her dubiously and open my mouth to speak, but she presses her finger to my lips. "No zaidi words, Kate. I know wewe like Niall, and your sister knows wewe like Niall." I shoot her a wild look and ask, "So what does that mean?" The homeroom bells rings and she smirks, "Basically... you're screwed."