I walked into the classroom, chemistry I think. I wasn't really paying attention. It's my first day at this school and I wasn't really all there. It's the middle of the school year and I had just moved here. My parents liked to move a lot, liked seeing different places. God knows we had enough money for it. We weren't exactly poor.

I had moved every summer for the past five years. I'll tell you, Gotham was not my favorite place. I couldn't wait to leave already. It was dreary, and rainy, sad. The streets were full of crime and you just couldn't go out at night anymore. Not without getting mugged or worse...killed.

This was a nightmare for me. I liked the country, having been raised on a ranch most of my life. The only good thing that came out of this trip is that we are now residing in a three story house, plus the attic, in practically the middle of nowhere. I had gotten to keep my horse, Rosie. I loved her, she was my baby. There was nothing I loved more doing than taking care of her.

Rosie is a beautiful pure white mare with a dark tail and mane. She was just beautiful. She was built strong for running and jumping. She was competitive, and she loved to race. She was also a very protective horse. I adored her. I've had her since I was thirteen, I'm almost eighteen now.

"Ah, class our new student has arrived!" The shrill voice of my new teacher broke me from my thoughts. I took a good look at him. He was probably in his late fifties, early sixties, with a slightly balding head and dark hair turning grey. "My name is Mr. Bowen, welcome to my class! Class, this is miss Miley Parkinson! Take a seat,dear, over by mister Crane, over there with the glasses."

I did as I was told and sat down beside the boy.

The boy beside me looked really smart. He had dark brown hair, bangs hanging slightly in his crystal blue eyes, eyes which were hidden behind rectangular glasses, pale skin, and perfect composure. In fact, he looked rather board, if not annoyed that I was sitting beside him.

"Hello, um, I'm Miley," I introduced. He hesitated, like he was going to ignore me, but then he opened his mouth and turned to me to speak.

"Jonathan Crane," that was all he said before he turned away. His voice was sweet, compelling. He had a slight Irish accent and it was cute.

"It's nice to meet you Jonathan."

"No, it's not," he replied shortly.

"What?"

"You haven't met Scarecrow. If you had, it wouldn't be nice to meet me."

"Scarecrow?"

"His imaginary friend,"sneered someone in front of me. I rolled my eyes.

"That's kind of creepy,'' I whisper. Jonathan shrugged and refused to talk anymore. We began our assignment.


Thanks for reading! This is the first chapter of many! Don't worry, other chapters will be longer than this one. Please review! Oh! I almost forgot! I own nothing but Miley and her family and her story.