AN: This is my first story, it's about a school on the west coast. I figured having one school for all of the United States was kind of ridiculous, so I invented my own school, with its own history and houses. I hope you enjoy it.

Being from a ranch in Northern California, the Taylor's were fairly conservative. They believed in hard work, and no nonsense. They had three children, Michael, their oldest, was fifteen, Sarah, the middle child was twelve, and their youngest, Justin, was nine.

Each of them had the same straw colored hair as their mother. It was quite easy to tell they all three were related, except one thing. The entire family had brown eyes, all but Justin. Justin was born with one blue eye and one green eye. Everything about Justin seemed to be slightly off. He wasn't a bad kid, and he had plenty of friends, but strange things would happen around him.

As a baby Justin would end up in places that no child his age could possibly have gotten. His mother would find him in the pool area, even after making sure the gate was locked and secure, or up in the hay loft when the ladder was put away. Not that she would ever talk about it to anyone, out of fear they would think she was crazy, or worse, a bad mother.

It was July and Justin's birthday was fast approaching, he was finally turning ten. He was excited to be double digits, plus his parents promised a big surprise. When his brother had turned ten their parent had bought him a dirt bike, and his sister had received a horse for her tenth birthday.

The day finally rolled around, Justin couldn't sleep the night prior due to excitement, so when his mother came to wake him up he barely moved. That is until he remembered what day it was. He was ten. He jumped out of bed with renewed energy and threw on the first set of clothes he could reach, which happened to be a pair of swim trunks and a short sleeve button-down shirt, and sprinted down stairs.

As he came around the corner to the living room he forgot about the tile floor, and as he was wearing socks, he started to slide. His eyes grew wide as he saw what was in his path. An old cabinet that held all of his great grandmother's china.

Justin shut his eyes and winced as he was about to collide with the antique cabinet, but instead of a crash it felt more like he had just ran into a giant pillow. After he had come to a stop he looked up at the cabinet, and knocked on it. It was just as hard as it always had been.

The knocking had drew the attention of his mother, who poked her head around the corner to investigate the noise.

"What are you doing Justin?" She asked in a stern voice. "How many times do I have to tell you children, leave my grandmother's cabinet alone. Those china pieces are irreplaceable."

"But.." Justin started, but was interrupted by his mother.

"No 'buts', now come in the kitchen. I made your favorite breakfast." She said with a smile. It was Justin's birthday, so he knew she was going easier on him than she normally would have, so he kept his mouth shut and moved to the kitchen to see what his mother had made.

"Cinnamon rolls!" Justin exclaimed as he sat down at the counter bar. "Did you make them from scratch too?" He asked.

"Sure did, the frosting too." His mother reported.

The rest of the day was a blast, all of his friends came over for a pool party, and there was soda. His mother rarely let him drink soda, because all the sugar in them, but today was special, so he was allowed all the soda he wanted.

As the party started winding down, his parents brought out the birthday cake, as well as all the presents. Being full from all the food he had eaten throughout the day, Justin hurriedly blew out the candles and moved on to the presents.

Most of them were toys, but as he got to the last one he felt a sort of tingling on his fingers and stomach. He read the card, it was from the neighbor, Steve. The card read:

Hey Justin,

I know this might seem like a strange present now, but I assure you it will come in handy.

Sincerely, your neighbor, Steve