She ran through the desert. The once familiar surroundings were now strange and frightening. She spinned around but every where she looked there was just flat plane, none of the familiar mountains in sight. The strangeness and vastness frightened her and she started to run to a place that her feet only seemed to know.

In a blink of an eye she was in a green forest, somewhere beyond she heard the crash of waves. A beautiful man came out from behind the trees whispering her name, "Megan… Megan…"

In front of her a tall, tan boy came forward. "Megan, don't follow him!" The beautiful man stepped towards her beckoning and the tan boy shuddered. His clothes ripped and the largest wolf Megan had ever seen stood in front of her. The beautiful man whispered her name again and the wolf attacked.

Megan sat up bolt straight in her bed. Her brown hair stuck to her face and the wind howled outside. She could almost swear it was whispering Megan… Megan. But, no she wouldn't believe it, because if she didn't believe it then it wasn't real. With a groan she looked over at her alarm clock, the red digits said it was five in the morning. In front of it laid the book she had been reading, Twilight, and she concluded to never read it at three am again. Dragging her feet out of bed she walked over to her window and looked at the gray and green landscape. She missed the desert with its barren mountains and heat but the rain wasn't that bad. Anyways, she was going to a new school and she knew that it was going to be interesting.

Groggily she went to the bathroom brushed her teeth and put on her makeup. Not seconds after she was walked, that her little sister walked in. Harlie, her mom had a thing for motorcycles, was nothing like her sister. Harlie had hip long beach waved blonde hair opposed to her sister's shoulder length curly brown hair. Megan had stopped growing that summer and stood at five feet nine inches, while Harlie was still growing and stood at five feet nine and a half inches. They even acted differently, Harlie was loud in public and introverted at home while Megan faded into the crowd at school while at home she was always talking. Still, people always asked if they were twins and when they said they weren't they assumed Harlie was older, since she was taller. It made no sense to Megan since she was… more "developed" then her little sis. Huh, showed what people knew.

"Megs, can I borrow your purple eye shadow?" Harlie asked as she walked in seeing her sister putting on gold eye shadow.

"Sure Munchie," Megan said finishing up and walking out. As an after thought she called back to her sister, "You can actually have it if you want."

"Thanks, anyways it didn't look good on you, your to tan," Harlie called back as her sister threw on a pair of jeans and a gold and white Juicy Couture shirt.

"Oh ya and it looks so good on your ghostly skin," Megan said as she walked down the stairs.

"What ever fathead," Harlie said as a rebuttal.

"Okay butt smack," Megan said mockingly while taking a bite out of a granola bar.

Harlie groaned, "Please don't call me that, Colton used to call me that." Colton had been a boy in her six grade class and also the little brother of Megan's friend Jessica.

Minutes later Mrs. Greco, their mother, walked down.

"Hey girls aren't you excited?" she asked pouring herself some coffee.

Harlie shrugged, "Ya I guess; I just hope I get along with the other seventh graders."

Smiling Megan assured her, "Of course they will, anyways, I just hope the teachers aren't boring," under her breath she added, "And the boys are hot." Her little sister giggled. Looking at her Megan asked, "Hey sis, do you like sea food?"

Looking at her sister strangely she answered, "Yes?"

Megan stuck out her tongue, "See food?"

"Eww," Harlie squealed, "Aren't you supposed to be mature know that you're starting high school?"

Laughing Megan swallowed saying, "Its only ninth grade and god I was just trying to lighten up the situation.

Breaking in their mother announced, "If you guys don't want to walk get in the car."

Picking up their back packs they jumped into the car and headed to their new school.

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Megan walked into her first class, history, and sat down into a desk in the back. Minutes later other kids walked in and all of them stopped talking when they saw her. Seemed like the little town had little to talk about other then Megan and her family, I guess a single, divorced woman moving to their small little town with her two teenage daughters would be exciting to them. Megan groaned mentally, divorces happened everyday where she used to live and if they were the juiciest gossip then this place must be a boring town. A blonde girl tapping her on her shoulder disturbed her from her thoughts. The girl shoved her hand into her face and said, "Hey, I'm Colleen Grant and you must be Megan Greco." Colleen's blue eyes glittered.

Shaking her hand Megan looked around. If she didn't know better she would have sworn she stepped into the Children of the Corn movie. All of them had blonde hair and most had blue eyes, Megan was going to stick out like a sore thumb. "Nice to meet you," Megan greeted her while wondering if they were all Mormon or part of some weird blonde/ blue eyed cult.

"You know, I know we're going to be the best of friends! Did you know we have the same last initial? Oh, what class do you have next?" Colleen asked excitedly, Megan just smile she was used to people on sugar highs, half of her old friends permanently had sugar highs.

"I have Spanish, lunch, math and then science," Morgan recited from her handy, dandy schedule.

"Awesome! We have Spanish and lunch together!" Colleen squealed.

"Cool… well, I think class is about to start," Morgan whispered as a short, brown haired woman walked in. She was amazed someone here wasn't blonde.

"Oh ya, well I guess I shouldn't get you in trouble on your first day," Colleen said taking out her book.

"Ya, I don't exactly need another detention, 'specially on my first day," Morgan said turning around ending the conversation.

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History was boring beyond belief and Spanish wasn't much better. It probably didn't help that she had already taken Spanish I, but at least it was an easy A. Finally the bell rang and Megan and Colleen headed over to the cafeteria.

"So, have you seen Jason yet?" Colleen asked as they bought there lunches.

Grabbing a Dasani Megan asked, "Who the heck is Jason?"

Walking to a heavily populated table Colleen replied, "Jason Altraz just so happens to be the hottest senior in the school. He's actually probably the hottest high schooler in the whole school."

Looking around as they sat Megan asked, "Where is he?"

Pointing to a table just ten feet away Colleen said, "That's Jason Altraz."

Jason had long, shaggy black hair which was off set by deathly pale skin. Megan got a glimpse of his eyes, they were a strange purple, almost as if he was wearing red contacts over blue eyes. Megan realized something as she looked at him; he was the man from her dreams.