Happiness. If you were to ask what happiness was some people might say, "Money" or "My friends and family." If you were to ask me that same question two years ago I would simply answer, "An illusion."

I raise my head and look out of the car window as the black vehicle crept slowly through the small town. Two years ago I was happy. I had friends, family, I thought I understood the concept of love.

The tragedy of my home wiped that idea out of my head.

"We are almost there, you excited Sherry?" I looked over to the agent with a soft smile and nodded. It's true, I was happy to get out of that experimental facility and its very bright, fluorescent lights. Tired of the poking, prodding, and the endless studies that ended in failure. The agent smiled back then looked to the driving agent driving as he makes a right and continues driving.

I wanted Leon and Claire to come with me for my first day, but Claire was on vacation with her brother and Leon had an assignment to do. Of course I understood, but I would be more at ease with them beside me as I go back to school for the first time since Raccoon. They are the only two people I have left.

We pull into a large, and empty parking lot, with only a few cars parked closest to the building. The agent parked and stepped out followed by the second agent. He opened my car door and I stepped out. There was one agent on either side of me as we walked across the parking lot and into the building.

Large hallways and small lockers were all I could see. Down the hallway was a large room with windows completely surrounding it, must be the office. One agent left my side and stepped into the room to talk to the young lady behind the desk. Public schools sure looked different since I was in school, less room to move, larger hallways, and more students. I don't know if I should be really excited or nervous.

"Okay, let's go." The agent walked out of the office and the other agent and I followed closely behind. Walking down another hallway, up a set of stairs, and turning to the left. The agent in front knocks quietly on a wooden door labeled '401'. My stomach turned a little for each time he knocked. I can't believe it, I'm actually going back to school!

"Take a deep breath, you'll be fine." Whispered the agent behind me. I do as he says, the door opens and an elderly man who didn't seem to understand proper hygiene greeted us. I stepped into the classroom with both of the agents.

"Class, we have a new student," The teacher said as one agent immediately fled the room. "-her name is Sherry Birkin." I scanned the room quickly, it was surprisingly a small class for a larger school. Maybe twelve or thirteen students. The class greeted me in unison as I smiled, trying my best to look like the normal kid.

You can't look like a normal kid when you have agents escort you to class.

"We'll come for you at the end of the day. Have fun." The agent patted my shoulder, then left the room. Closing the door behind him the teacher says,

"Sherry, take a seat where ever a desk is empty." Breaking my gaze from the teacher to the class I see a brown-haired boy waving for me to sit by him. Walking slowly past the students I take up the seat next to his.

"Nice to meet you Sherry," the brunette said, his hazel eyes shot over to the teacher, then back to me as he continued, "Mr. Manabu is a bit of a nut, but everyone here is really nice." I giggled and replied,

"What's your name?" he smirked and said,

"Piers Nivans." Mr. Manabu started writing on the board and Piers whispered, "Do you have your schedule?" I patted my left pants pocket, pulled out my folded up schedule, and handed it to him. He looked at the paper for a moment, then handed it back to me saying "We have every class together, other than history and choir." I smiled as the teacher spoke up.

"Alright class, let's get started."

Math flew by rather quickly, along with the rest of the day. English has a German teacher, History was… well history, and Science is always fun. Piers and I teamed up for an egg experiment that is due next week. Academics are in the morning, then lunch, and then electives. At lunch we had real food, homemade mac & cheese, fruit of our choice (I decided on an apple) and your choice of milk. Piers had introduced me to two of his friends, Helena and Sheva. Helena is younger than us, but she acts more mature than Piers ever could. Sheva had just moved here from Africa, Piers told me that it was best to not bring that subject up around her. I completely understood what he had meant by that.

There were few electives to choose from: there is choir, band, gym, health, and art. I wanted to be put in the gym class, but it was full. Piers was in gym and art, and he seemed to really enjoy it. So I selected choir and art, since I had enough of health, and I didn't want to learn how to play the clarinet.

Piers and I left the art room together and he walked me to my locker, since it was nearby the gym. He said he would talk to me tomorrow and he disappeared into the crowd. I smiled to myself, after two years I'm still able to make friends. Quickly I threw my books into my locker and hurried off to choir.

Walking into the room I see a larger stand for the students to sing, but my eyes sat onto the antique looking piano in the middle of the class.

"Hello there," I almost jumped, but I managed to just turn around instead. It was a woman, she knelt down to reach my height and she continued, "-you must be Sherry, correct?" She had a heavy accent, but I couldn't place from where.

"Ye-yes ma'am." I looked down and then back up. The woman's red hair extended past her shoulders, covering the white sweater she was wearing.

"I like your headband Sherry." She smiled, showing perfect white teeth. Her green eyes glowed.

"Thank you, they match your eyes." I gestured my hand to her and let it drop by my side. She chuckled and extended her hand to me.

"I'm Ms. Muller, glad to have you join us." I felt my lips form a large smile, and Ms. Muller walked over to the piano and sat down. "You're here pretty early, the other kids don't normally get here until five after." I nodded and walked up to her as she played a few notes on the keyboard.

"What's that?" I whispered, Ms. Muller took my hand and laid it on the keyboard. She pressed three notes as she said,

"Isaac Richard, a favored pianist of mine." I repeated the keys she played but stopped when I heard,

"Mom?"