Chapter One

As I sat in my classroom, I scribbled on my book how many days there were until my birthday. Seventeen now. I would have been really excited, if it weren't that I was absolutely tired. I had been having night mares about the night my mother had died.

"Class," said Mr. Reilly, "we have a new student, Sam Winchester." He put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Sam, you can sit over by Emily. Emily, could you show Sam around today?"

"Yeah, I can do that" I smiled at Sam. Sam had long shaggy brown hair, and green eyes, his eyes had some mystery behind them, but I couldn't pick it out. He was also a little short. He forced a smiled, and sat down.

Through the class, I watched Sam; he was really into the subject. He wrote notes on what Mr. Reilly was saying, and hung off his every word. But he also looked very uneasy, he sunk down in his seat, and kept looking around, like something bad was going to happen, and he knew it. 'I know it must be hard on him, being the new kid and all, but he is acting like there is more to it then being the new kid.' I thought to myself, still looking at the boy.

The bell rang, the lesson felt like it just wouldn't end! I nearly fell asleep once or twice, but some how I managed to stay awake. I packed up my books and stood up to wait for Sam and my friend, Hayley. She had been my friend my whole life, we met in kindergarten. She has really blond hair, and blue eyes that matched her personality, and she was slightly taller than me. They both stood up, and I looked at Sam.

"Okay, first things first, your locker. You should have gotten a piece of paper with the locker number on it," I said, and he dug into his pocket.

"Uh, seventy-six," he said looking at the paper.

"Seventy-six… Hey, that's next to mine," I said. "To the lockers!" I walked out of the classroom.

"I'll catch up to you later, I got to go to my locker," said Hayley and she walked off.

Sam and I arrived at our lockers, and we put our books and pens in, and started walking towards the cafeteria, we stopped at the door.

"Okay, you got the basic school groups; the nerds, the jocks, the preps, the cool, the wanna be cool, and then there is us. We don't really fit into any of those categories, but, I guess you can just say the normal people," I said with a slight laugh. Sam just nodded; I think he was a bit shy. "Also, never eat the cafeteria food. I don't know what's in it, but last time I ate food here, I ate on 'Mystery Meat Monday' and well, lets just say, I didn't come to school for a week."

Sam looked like he was a little annoyed as I said all this, but once he noticed I was looking at him, he gave me another forced smile. 'Does he hate me or something?' I thought as we walked over to a table with two girls and three boys.

"Guys, this is Sam," I said as I sat down, and Sam sat next to me "The light brown haired girl, that's Danielle and the other girl, is Kristy. The blond hair guy is Matt, black hair guy is Shannon, and the brown hair guy is Jack." I introduced him to all my friends, and they greeted him before going back to talking to each other and eating.

The whole time we were in the cafeteria. Hayley had come a while after Sam and I sat down. The whole time we were in the cafeteria, it was really quiet in our group. I think it was only because Sam was there.

"So Sam, where'd you come from?" Shannon finally broke the silence. Sam looked annoyed at this question, and he simply replied,

"Lawrence, Kansas,"

"That's like a long way from there to here. Why are you here?" asked Kristy.

"I guess you can say my dad got a new job here." Everybody stopped asking Sam questions after that.

I lay in my crib, looking up at my mother. She was smiling down at me, and I smiled up at her. A sudden whoosh and my mother was swept off her feet and onto the wall. She was dragged up the wall, like an invisible force was pulling her up

She was above me now, just staring at me, with those eyes that just wouldn't blink. I was looking at her, trying to get a hold of her. Then, fire, all around. I screamed and yelled. The fire was hot on my body. My dad came running in the room. Looking up at the lifeless, almost burnt body of his wife. My dad came over to me, and picked me up, having one last look at my mother before he ran out of the house.

Sirens and lights all over the place. Tears rolling down my face as my dad hugged me and a man came over to us. He was wearing yellow clothes, and a hard red hat.

Hearing a very annoying sound my eyes opened. Looking around, I turned to see what the noise was. It was my alarm clock. Rubbed my eyes, thinking: it was just a dream, it was just a dream.

Seeing my calendar as I sat up in my bed, I saw it was only a week and a half until my thirteenth birthday.

"Yay!" I said to my self. But my smile turned into a frown when I realized it was only Tuesday.

Looking at my room, I stood up and went to my cupboard to get out some clothes I had jeans and a blue shirt that said in red writing 'The semicolon is not used enough; the comma is used too often'.

After I got dressed I walked into the bathroom, and brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair. The stairs creaked under my feet as I walked down them for breakfast.

My step father, George, came down fifteen minutes later, and I looked up from my Cocoa Pops.

"Good morning," I said with a smile. He never let me call him by his name.

"Good morning, Emily," he replied.

I wonder what happened that night, when mom died. My dream was really weird. If that is what happened why'd he lie to me? But, it couldn't have, things like that just doesn't happen! Maybe I should ask dad, but I know he doesn't like talking about it.'

"Dad?" I asked quietly.

"Yes Emily?" he replied.

"Um, I think I might walk to school, if that's okay?"

I finished my Cocoa Pops got my bag. I knew he wouldn't drive me to school in such a bad mood, so I walked.

The cold morning air hit my face as I opened the door, giving me chills. I didn't live that far from school.

As I arrived at school, I saw Sam getting out of a '67 Chevrolet Impala with another kid, who was taller than Sam. He looked a lot like Sam except his hair was cut much shorter. He was in the driver's seat, so I'd guess he was around seventeen.

"Hey Sam!" I called over to him, and he turned around.

"Hey Emily," he replied with a smile. It was still a forced smile.

"Sammy, be here after school, okay," Said the other kid and he got into the driver's seat again, and drove off. Sam and I walked in the building together.

"Who was that?" I asked. He once again looked annoyed. ''This is starting to annoy me now.'

"My brother, Dean," was all he said.

"Sam, can I ask you something?" He looked up, "Why do you always answer in like two word sentences? And why do you look so annoyed when people ask you stuff?" we stopped walking and looked at each other. "Because when I talk, I always say the wrong thing, and then people call me a freak. It's the same thing every time I move anywhere. I'm tired of answering the same questions."

"Sam, I'd never call you a freak, and none of my friends will either. And if any one ever does, I'll kick their butts! Anyway, I know what it's like being a new kid," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a while after my mom died, well really a long time, it was nine years. My step dad couldn't handle the house any more, and we moved. We stayed in that town for half a year, then moved to another town, for the rest of the year, then just came back here, and I've been here ever since.

"Why'd you move twice, then come back?"

"Same reason as you really, my step father got a new job," We started walking towards our lockers.

"What happened to your real dad?" he asked curiously.

"Um, not sure, George always said that he ran away when my mom told him that she was pregnant."

"So, your dad ran away when your mom told him that she was pregnant, your mom got married to your step father, then your mom died, you moved, half a year later you move again, then you move back here?" he said

"Yeah, pretty much. What about you? What's your life story?" I asked.

"Uh… well, my mom died, and my brother, my dad, and I, have been traveling the country ever since,"

"Wow… wait, does that mean that you are leaving sometime soon? And did you lie when you said that your dad got a new job?"

"Yeah, I am leaving soon, and no, my dad's job involves traveling all the time."

We arrived at our lockers and I stood there, looking at him.

"What?" asked Sam

"Nothing, it's just…there's something about you," I replied

"What is it?"

"I...I don't know," I told him, I turned and opened my locker, and put my bag in, then closed it again. 'What is it about him? I don't know…but I will find out!'

"What's your dad do?" His eyes snapped up at me, and his face turned a shade of white.

"Uh, he's um, a journalist." I didn't believe him, but I nodded.

As the bell rang for lunch, I packed my books, and headed towards my locker, then to the cafeteria. I didn't see Sam at the lockers. We didn't have the same class. I sat down, and looked around, Sam wasn't there.

"Has anyone seen Sam?" I asked and everyone said no. 'I wonder where he is! I haven't seen him since this morning.' I thought.

"I saw him at first break. He was talking to a teacher," said Kristy.

"So, nobody has seen him after that?" Once again, everybody said no.

"Hey, sorry, my brother needed to talk to me." I heard from behind me, it was Sam.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"I told you, my brother wanted to talk to me…" he replied, and sat next to me. 'Wonder what his brother wanted…'

"Oh man, I forgot! I have to see a teacher. I'll see you all later." I said as I got up and started to walk towards Mrs. Hallaway's classroom, I needed to know something about an assignment.