The muscle car swung around the corner, as it's occupant searched for a parking space. The young girl behind the wheel smiled as she saw the reaction of everyone to her car. She smirked as she revved the engine, switching into a lower gear. She would never find it old as everyone stared at her baby. She loved the attention!The1967 Chevy impala was in mint condition and deserved all the praise it got.

"Choice!" she squealed as she found a spot close to the front entrance of the main building. She looked up at the stoic building before her.

'So this is going to be my new home?" she thought to herself, as she turned the engine off with a twist of her key. She was definitely not disappointed with her new digs. She smiled to herself as she opened her door, getting out of her car and heading to the trunk to get her bag. She looked at her watch and realized she had 2 minutes to get to the provosts office. Great. Why was she never on time? She quickly unlocked her trunk, and grabbed her bag. As she pushed it closed, she hit the button on her key chain, locking her doors. She decided not to run, even though she would be late if she didn't, because despite her confident attitude she was accident prone. She knew that her feet would become the traitors they were and trip over themselves, making her look like an idiot in front of her new peers. She glanced around at the people, most were just arriving as well because the school year had just begun, and some just sat around lazily enjoying the last days of summer. Her eyes caught sight of a group standing by one of the many old trees lining the campus. The shade slightly blocked their features, and she thought that one of them had dangerously black eyes. As she thought this, a gust of wind shot past her, lifting her tiny skirt to show her bright red panties. She quickly pushed her skirt back down, and glanced to the boys again to see if they had seen. They had, and were laughing as the blonde one was handing over what looked like money, begrudgingly, to the tall, long haired one. He said something to the blonde one, and he merely rolled his eyes, as his three friends laughed at him. Her eyebrows furrowed at this behaviour. She shook it off, as she made her way to the main entrance. She was late, and had no time to ponder their curious behaviour.

As the Sons watched the girl disappear into the school, three of them couldn't contain their laughter.

"Okay, that may have been funny guys, but using like that in daylight? Not cool," said the eldest, and proclaimed leader of the troop. Caleb Danvers tried to look as threatening as he could, but was failing as he couldn't help but smirk.

"Whatever, Caleb, you loved it!" said Reid Garwin, as he punched his shoulder. Caleb pushed him back, knocking him into Tyler.

"Hey! How do I always end up the one getting hurt? Reid's the idiot!" said a very affronted Tyler Simms. The group laughed once again, slapping Tyler on the back in a manly sort of fashion.

"Because, you're baby boy," said Reid, smirking at his younger, and smaller friend, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. Tyler merely glared at him. He knew that they all thought he was the runt of the group, but he wasn't that small! Geez, he was only an inch shorter then Reid. His glare only received more laughter from the group, making the youngest roll his eyes, and walk off to his hummer.

"Come'on, baby boy, don't sulk!" yelled Pogue after him. Tyler merely turned as he kept walking, flipping the trio the bird. He got into his hummer and sped off. The trio stood around for a few moments, laughing about Tyler's behaviour and the upcoming excursion to Nicky's that night. They all felt that it was time that they got Tyler a girl. Reid suggested that he take the youngest under his wing.

"You know that I am the most experienced of the group," he said, quite proud of himself for his many conquests. Caleb and Pogue gave him an incredulous look.

"What?" he asked at their stares.

"Yeah, experienced at getting slapped in the face," started Pogue.

"Or getting beer thrown in your lap!" laughed Caleb. Reid glared at his two friends.

"Well, shuddup," he said lamely, making the boys snicker.

"Nice comeback, man!" laughed Pogue. Reid merely glared, as the two older boys recounted the many alleged failed attempts of Reid trying to get a girls number.

"Hey!" exclaimed Reid, as he came to a realization, interrupting the boys reminiscing "that bastard! He was my ride!"

As the new girl walked into the large foyer of the archaic school, she couldn't help but look around. It was definitely old, but it had a certain charm to her that to others would term as creepy. She absentmindedly fingered her silver pentagram that hung in between her breasts. She was always doing that, subconsciously, it was her nervous habit; but it was also a comfort to her. She didn't know why, but she felt safe when she touched it, like it connected her to something that was bigger then her, something that she used to be apart of. She always hoped that she would be apart of that again. That's why she was here, at this Academy. She had never known her father, partly because her mother never told her who he was. She had never even shown her a picture of him. Marita, as a young girl, would stay up late, staring up at the moon and stars out of her small apartment bedroom window, wondering if he was looking at the same moon, wondering about her. It was a stupid young girl's fantasy, but she had always pictured him sitting there, wishing that she would come to him. His little girl. When her mother passed away a month ago, she had left her part of the answers that she had been searching for all these years. With a stack of letters, and a small, weathered picture, Marita finally got to see where she had gotten her deep brown eyes. There he was, the man that had haunted her childhood, smiling up at her from a picture, his arms around her mother. The night her mother had died, she had stayed up late, reading the stack of correspondence between her mother and him, tears streaming down her face, as she ached for what might have been. He had written to her mother every year, up until 6 years ago. He had written about how much he loved her, and how it pained him to be away from her. He couldn't be with her, because his family had already destined him to be with another. He felt he was not strong enough to fight against their wishes. When she had read that, she couldn't help but feel that maybe her father was a coward, but that went against everything that she had dreamed when she was a small girl. No, there must have been some other reason why they could not be together. There had to be. She had also learned that his name was Tristan. She had that, and his face to keep her going on her journey to find her missing family. So far her journey had led her here, to a small town in Massachusetts, not far from Salem. She had known that her mother had grown up here, and a small part of her hoped that maybe her father might still be here.

Marita knocked on the door to the office, waiting for a voice on the other end to acknowledge her presence.

"Come in," said a male voice from the other side. She slid her hand to the knob, and turned, pushing the old door as it creaked open. She was greeted with a semi-friendly face of the Provost. He motioned for her to sit down on one of the leather bound chairs facing his desk.

"Ah, yes, Ms. Tracy, welcome to Spencer!" he started, as she opened her mouth to speak, he cut her off, "but I will have you know that tardiness will not be tolerated even if you are new,"

Marita's face went red with embarrassment and slight anger at the elder man's tone with her.

"I am sorry, sir, I had taken a wrong turn before finding this place," she stated, defending herself. He merely nodded at her rebuttal, grabbing a file off his desk. He opened it, shuffling through the papers importantly, as his eye glasses started to slide down his weathered nose. He pushed them back up with his index finger, looking up at the young girl in front of him.

"By the looks of your file, I see that you had some issues at your last school, and that will not be tolerated here, at all. We have a zero tolerance policy here with fights. But I do see that you are an excellent student, and were involved in many school activities. I feel that you will fit in quite well here, if you mind what I have told you." he eyed her warily, waiting to see if she would fight back or not. Marita merely smiled sweetly at him, and that seemed enough for him, quelling his fears that she might be a problem.

"Well, now that is settled, why don't I show you to your dorm room! You will be sharing with an excellent student, so I'm sure you will have lots to discuss." he said, standing from his desk and waiting for her to do the same. She was a little surprised that that was it, but she quickly got up and out of her seat, grabbing her duffle bag as she did. He led her to the door, opened it for her, waiting for her to walk through before he did so.

The Provost led her down multiple hallways, chatting away about the proud history of Spencer, but Marita was not really listening. She nodded at all the right places, but her mind was on the year ahead. She had the feeling that she really was going to find him, and that he would be able to answer all her questions. That he was really here, in Ipswich, where her mother had left him. Maybe it was too good to be true if he was in the same place for the last seventeen years, but she had to try, it was the only lead she had. Marita felt that maybe he had the answer to the one question that had haunted her since she had turned thirteen. She had one that was more important then the rest, and that was why she had the ability to move things, or do things with her mind. This had developed in her when she became a teenager, and she had hid it from her mother, thinking that she might reject her. Little did she know, that her mother had the same power as her, and had felt a little sad that her daughter had not carried on the gift.

As the Provost stopped in front of a wooden door, Marita almost slammed into him, as she wasn't paying attention. She quickly checked herself, and smiled up at the older man, hoping he hadn't noticed her fumble. He hadn't for he was too busy staring down the hall at two boys who were making way too much noise. Marita noticed them as part of the group of four from earlier. The peculiar ones that had laughed at that unfortunate gust of wind. She thought it very odd to have any wind at all, for it was a very sunny day, and not overcast at all.

"Mr. Garwin, and Mr. Simms, I trust that you are not disrespecting my halls once again, by your blatant tomfoolery?" he said, with a slight sarcastic air. The two boys stopped in their tracks, not wanting to start the school year off badly. They stared at their Provost, and then she felt their eyes on her. She pretended not to notice.

"No, sir, never, we would never think about tomfoolery, ever!" said Reid, trying very hard to be offended by the older man's comment. Marita smirked to herself. This one had spunk.

"Well, good, now off to your dorms, we do not want Ms. Tracy here to get the wrong impression of Spencer Academy!" The boys nodded their agreement, and walked off to their dorms. The Provost turned back to Marita, with his back once again to the boys. She looked at their retreat and saw the blonde one salute his back. She let out a small giggle. She knew it was juvenile, but boys will be boys, right?

"I'm glad you found that amusing, Ms. Tracy, now here are your keys to your dorm," he said, handing her a set of brass keys. She took them in her hand, and stared. She felt a sense of freedom as she let the keys cool her warm hand.

"I will take my leave of you now, lots to do before school starts," he said, turning to leave. "Oh, I almost forgot, here is your schedule, and a map so you will not show the rest of the faculty the same discourtesy as you did for me." Marita took the two pieces of paper, putting on a fake smile as she did so. This man just did not let things go! His face twitched slightly in what she could only determine was a small smile, and he quickly turned to leave.

Marita sighed as she glanced once again to the keys in her hand. She lifted them to the lock, and twisted. She waited for the click of the deadbolt sliding from its current position before she turned the nob to let herself into her dorms.

She opened the door to an empty dorm, she had kind of hoped that her room mate was there so she could get that out of the way. Marita shrugged her shoulders, and threw her bag onto the only bed that wasn't already made. She figured the side without all the stuff was hers. Go figure. It took her merely a half an hour to unpack everything, for she didn't have very much. In her duffle bag she had a few items of clothes, her school uniform, pictures of her mom and her, and the small chest that was her inheritance. It wasn't all her inheritance, for her mother had also left her a lot of money. She had actually come from a very wealthy family, which she had hid from her daughter. They had never wanted for anything, but they hadn't lived like millionaires either. Marita was slightly upset that her mother hadn't told her about the money, but she knew it must have been for a good reason. Marita placed the many pictures onto her dresser, angling them many different ways until they were perfect. She then opened the small chest, exhuming the small picture of her mother and father. She didn't have a frame for this one, so she merely set it against the picture of her at her grad with her best friend, Sam. It was almost like he had been there, then. She smiled to herself at the silly thought., when the door to her dorm room burst open. She was going to finally meet her new room mate.