First fanfic, no hate please. This will be written by 2 people, alternating chapters. All feed back is welcome, but please, know the difference between hate and critique.

Chapter 1

Skylar Brooke

I was standing on a hill, bellow me the Earth rumbled. Waves of thunderous shakes went through the ground all around me, but I was in a state of peace. My eyes were closed, but I could see all. I could hear the sounds in the wind, eerily whispering, "Run, Skylar, run." I felt like I was being pulled of the hill, into a deep ravine that suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain. I snapped my eyes open and I was in my room once more. I was sitting at my desk, where I had fallen asleep trying to finish my algebra homework last night. Slowly I stood up, everything that I had dreamed still going through my head. I always dreamed, but this one felt more real. It was different. The next thing I know, my mom was standing next to me.
"Mom?" I asked.
"I heard you screaming, so I ran in here and woke you up. Are you ok? Did you have a bad dream? Oh no …"
Her voice trailed off, so I answered, "I had dream, but I wouldn't say it was that bad. There was an earthquake and the wind was telling me to run, but it was just a dream. Nothing to worry about, right?" She didn't answer my question, instead she left the room. After she left, I entered the kitchen. It was a small, cramped room, but it was the coziest place in our entire apartment. It's only me and my mom here. I never knew my father, but my mom says that I've met him before, only once, when I was a new born, before he disappeared of the face of the Earth forever. Well, it's no use rambling. After I had my fill of cold cereal, I was of the school.
Now, you need to understand that I am 11, the hardest age in the world. You have to start middle school, with lockers and more homework and classes and all that other stuff. Plus I have ADHD and Dyslexia, so it's extra bad for me. I have to go to this torture building that they call Hoover, a school for troubled kids. I wouldn't say I was troubled, just unlucky. Trouble always seemed to find me, like in third grade, back when I wasn't considered dangerous, we went to the movies, and the projector broke and I happened to have been near it. Apparently some people saw me messing around with the cords, but that's total nonsense. Then last year when we went to the science museum for the 3rd time in a row, I went on this sky bridge and was staring at the huge whale bones hanging from the ceiling when I reached my hand over the railing, not even touching it, and it fell from the sky. Just like that, every single year, I get blamed for something that I didn't do. And now, 2 weeks from the end of the school year, I was sure I was getting expelled again.
All the way to the subway I could feel eyes on me, until I found my friend Ashton, a quiet boy who never stood out, talking to another girl…
"Hey, Ash, who's you girlfriend?"
"Oh, hey, Sky, didn't see you there. And this is Amber, and she's not my girlfriend."
"Ha, knew it, who would ever date you!" I laughed.

"Hey, sup," the new girl said with a smile.
"I'm Sky, I-," I was cut off by the screeching of wheels as the train came. "Ops, sorry, gotta go. Well, Ashton?"
"Actually, Amber goes to Hoover too, so she'll be coming with us." What, I thought, she did not look troubled at all. In fact, she looked normal. I contemplated this answer got on the train, and the doors shut.