Disclaimer & Note: I don't own a person, place or thing mentioned in this fiction that you recognize. The plot is mine, though inspired by various sources like songs, and books and movies. This is an AU piece, using real names in places that I feel like.. Scott, in this instance, refers to Scott Levy or Raven if you'd rather.

From the moment they'd set foot into this picture perfect suburb, she and her siblings had never fit in. Perhaps it was because their family was more eccentric or perhaps it was because her family had come into inherited wealth … or perhaps it was because nearly every other family had sticks shoved permanently up their asses. Whatever the reason, Amy Dumas had pretty much been an outcast from the get go; and she'd embraced it, never really giving anyone of her peers reason to believe otherwise. The redheaded girl didn't want to fit in then and now … well, now it was just time for a shock. After being away for the better part of six years, off at some boarding school because it had been part of the agreement with the wealthy side of the family, Amy was finally coming home … and just in time to start the junior year of high school at the private academy, lucky her. She'd missed her parents, of course, and her siblings had gone with her to the boarding school, also part of the agreement with the wealthy side of the family …. But now, they were home, more knowledgeable than before and perhaps more eccentric than before…

"Come in," Amy paused from her unpacking, open boxes still covering most of the bedroom floor; "hey Chris, what's going on?"

Christy Dumas seated herself on her twin sister's bed, "are you happy to be home?"

Amy lifted her shoulders in a half shrug, "I'm happy to be home with mom and dad … but I can't say that I've missed this neighbourhood or our neighbours, for that matter. And I'm pretty certain the feeling is mutual."

Christy's nose wrinkled slightly, "I miss Paris … and Berlin … and Vienna."

"I miss everything," Amy confessed, "except the uniforms, but that was a small price to pay for the freedom we had … and the experience."

"Yeah," Christy sighed and then opened her mouth to say more, pausing when their older brother appeared in the doorway… "Scott?"

He cleared his throat first, leaning casually against the doorway while he addressed his sisters, "mother wanted to remind us that we need to be at the academy bright and early tomorrow morning for new student orientation."

Amy rolled her eyes, "and let me guess … she wants us all to get a good night sleep, right now."

Scott Dumas nodded sharply, curly brown locks falling forwards into his eyes, "you've got it … she'll drop us of in the morning, if necessary. Which means, we're more or less responsible for getting back here on our own."

Christy groaned, "I really don't want to go to that stupid orientation tomorrow and I really wish that the McMahon Academy wasn't the nearest school. I can just bet that we're smarter than our teachers."

Scott smiled dryly, "at the very least, we'll be leagues ahead of our fellow classmates. But, mother insists that we have the proper socialisation before heading off to university."

Amy rolled her eyes at her two over-dramatic siblings, "I'm sure it won't be too bad tomorrow and it's not like we're going to be stuck there for the entire day, just the half day… and if McMahon Academy was bad, then I highly doubt grandmother would have approved it for us in the first place." Snapping out a dress shirt, she smiled, "if anything we can give our fellow students a cultural enlightenment."

Christy made a face as she removed her person from her sister's bed, "I guess you're right … and so long as we can find a lead guitarist, a drummer and a vocalist, then the school year will really fly by."

"Scott's the lucky one," Amy put in ruefully, "you only have to suffer for one year … Christy and I are stuck for two."

"It won't be that bad, Ames," Scott sent his sisters a hopeful smile, "who knows … maybe some of the kids that you two were friends with before are still around. That might help, right?"

Amy shrugged fully, "who really knows, Scotty … even if they are still around, we've all changed so much, I'm sure of it. Whether we meant to or not, it's been six years since we lived here. And I mean really lived here, not just visited for vacations."

"Not like we really saw anyone for those anyway," Christy reminded her brother thoughtfully, "but I think it will be interesting to see if Rob, Chris and Alexis remember us."

Amy nodded, a whimsical smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she continued to unpack; "We'll find out soon enough." Flicking a glance to the alarm clock on her nightstand, she then arched an eyebrow at her siblings, "shouldn't you two be unpacking or getting ready for bed?"

Scott opened his mouth to argue when their mother's voice flitted upstairs from the landing of the staircase; informing the three siblings to please hurry on with their night time routine because it was absolutely imperative that they get a proper nights sleep for their orientation tomorrow…. The three siblings exchanging a roll of eyes and collective groans before Christy and Scott went their separate ways to their own bedrooms; Amy continuing to unpack some more before getting ready for bed. She really didn't know what tomorrow or the rest of the school year would bring … but she could certainly speculate on it. And idly, she wondered how other people had changed; if they'd changed at all … not just their friends but also those who had been considered enemies. Sometimes she just didn't care what others thought about her, but she knew that Christy did …. Most of the time anyway, but not all of the time, and then it also depended on who was passing judgement on her. Still, they'd find out in due time, the first day of school two days away and orientation tomorrow… Amy finally tucking herself in when the digital clock read midnight.