Hi! I'm back! With a new story! Those of you who are reading "FFA" do not fear I am a little bit stuck but I shall be returning to that when I have sorted the plot and where I want it to go and stuff. This, on the other hand is a story I have been thinking about for awhile and I have just blurted it out on the page. I am nearly finished with school so expect a lot more updates! If no body really likes this story then just say and I shall stop. Or if anyone does really like then say and I will continue. This has no link to anything but I am currently reading city of glass by Classandra Clare and it is AMAZING! Sooo, yeah. Eeeek! NO-ONE tell me whats gonna . Now, away with this horribly long Authors Note and on with the story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in the Mediator series they all belong to meg Cabot. I only own the plot and a half eaten chocolate croissant (yum!).

My fingers glided over the white keys as I listened to their soft, musical sound. My head wondered as my ears were filled with different notes of Beethoven's fifth symphony "The Butterfly". I adored playing the piano; it gave me time to think, time to reflect. On what though, that was anyone's guess. My Piano teacher sat beside me watching my hands and the way I played. She was nodding with a faint smile on her lips. She softly clapped as I wound to a close.

"My, my Suze" She said her smile lighting up her lined face. "You have made me proud"

I smiled and looked down, not wanting to look arrogant. I knew I was good at playing the piano. Its about the only thing I am good at. Mrs Scarlet, my piano teacher and all round grandparent-like person was the only one that I truly felt comfortable about. Even now, as she was raining down compliments on me I smiled at her without feeling the slightest bit self-conscious. She finally talked her way down and dismissed herself.

When left on my own I sat awhile before going to go seek my father. The piano was situated in its own room off the dining area. The music room was perfectly sculptured complete with swirling designs that were obviously of another era. My father and I lived in this mansion, he was a head of top law firm and me a senior in high school. I knew the music room like the back of my own hand, I used to come here all the time after my mother died. I was 9 and I had only cried a handful of times. I chose to vent my frustration and sadness out in the form of musical notes and I strived. My father was worried about me and of course allowed me whatever I wanted, so when I requested lessons he searched far and wide for the best tutor.

The suns setting rays hit my eyes and set dancing spots under my closed lids. I opened my eyes blurrily again and decided to go find my father for dinner. I slipped out of the doors and made it to the top of the stairs. Should I? I thought cautiously. I really shouldn't. I argued. I shall, I decided. I grabbed one of the cushions off the seats dotted along the corridor and set them down on the stairs. I sat down on the crossed my legs and pushed off from the banister.

The wind was roaring through my ears, the force of it whipping my hair back. Then, all too soon I hit the floor with a bump that had me bouncing back with reality with a headache. I stood up and steadied myself. I noticed that I had landed in shadows. That's odd, I thought. I let my gaze wonder upwards then come to contact with my father's amused yet disapproving expression. We stayed like this for awhile. Me, sheepish and my father amused whilst still disapproving. One second passed, then another...and before I know it we're both laughing. Laughing so hard that we had to clutch at our stomachs and wipe the stream of tears from our eyes.

"Your face" My father chokes out. "You looked like you had just killed a rabbit"

I stopped laughing and looked up at him confused. How is that funny?

"And that's funny because?" I asked. This just made him laugh harder. I shook myself and the cushion as if brushing off lint which was silly seeing as how the halls of our dwelling place are kept amazingly clean. I set off towards the kitchen knowing that he would follow me. He did. We never ate in the dining room unless we were entertaining. Today we were not so it was the kitchen for me and my father.

"Hey, Jose" I said when I walked in calling out to the chef. He smiled distractedly in my direction whilst swearing in Spanish to his colleagues. I smiled to myself and shook my head. I could smell what we were going to have for dinner but couldn't guess what it was. When I was younger Jose and I used to play a game in which I would have to guess what dish he was preparing for us to eat that night. If I guessed correctly I would have dessert, if not then I would still have dessert but it was the whole concept of the game that was so exciting to me. I decided that I was still a child at heart and needed to play that game.

"Salmon!" I shouted out. Laughing out loud at my childish game. Jose chuckled and shook his head, realising immediately what I meant.

"Lobster! Chips! Tuna!" I was now shouting random things out. I stopped and pretended to expertly sniff the air.

"BURGERS!" I screamed as I jumped off the high chair and did a little jig. My father watched me over his notes with a smile on his face.

"Sometimes Suze, I think you're nearing the age of 8 rather than 18" He smiled.

I looked at my father's twinkling eyes and black hair.

"Yes, siree" I lisped in my best 8 year old voice.

Later when I was combing my hair getting for bed it dawned on me that tomorrow was the first day back of the winter break. I waited for any feeling to come. Excitement? Apprehension? Nerves about what to wear? None of those. The latter being non-existent because I go to a public school in which wearing a uniform is mandatory. A uniform that comes complete with a tie, I know. But you get used to it and when everyone has to wear it you begin not to feel quite so victimised. I wasn't feeling excited or apprehensive because there was no need to be. My father's position and our house made me popular if I wanted to be. Which I most definably did not want to be. Most of the time though, I was left alone by my peers. Unless I was invited to a few parties. Which I went to just to keep my father thinking that I was happy and popular. I am happy though, sort of. Tomorrow shouldn't be any different to any other days that I went to school. Except that everyone is going to be talking about where they went and comparing and tans. I peered at my own pale arms and wished I would tan more easily. All I seem to be plain. I looked in the mirror and watched my plain features. My plain nose, my plain mouth and my dull seaweed green eyes. My hair hung around my shoulders in a bounce. Why wouldn't it ever go straight? I have tried everything. I turned away from the mirror tired of scrutinising my appearance and made a bee-line for my bed. I climbed and laid down getting up only once to set my alarm for the morning.

Late, late, late even after waking up at 5.30 I still managed to take too long getting ready and had to rush putting my shoes on and skip breakfast. My tummy rumbled as I tore down the stairs. I glanced up at the clock in our foyer and sighed a breath of relief. Five more minutes, just enough time to check my hair. I made my way to the mirror hanging on the wall and was pleased that my hair had stayed in the half up, half down style that I had teased it into. I applied some gloss and casually made my way to the car me and my father shared every morning. I climbed in the back seat of the Lexus and jokingly went.

"School Jeeves"

I heard my father' s voice in front of me and he turned around and went. "Ah, Suze, I'd like for you to meet a friend of mine"

My eyes automatically swivelled to the passenger seat and I felt my jaw drop open.

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