Summary: Mitchie Torres was an ordinary girl until tragedy struck her family. She moved to a new town, where she meets Shane Gray. What happens when he finds out her secret? Will he be able to stop her?

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Lost Home

I pushed open the doors of Greenville High. This was my new school.

I pushed my way through the crowded hallway. I walked around the school, bumping into people as I searched for the office. I finally found the office. I took a step inside and walked to the table where a lady with dark brown hair sat. She didn't look old. She looked like she was in her 20s.

I cleared my throat which caused her to look up. "Uh, hi, I'm Mitchie, I mean Michaela Torres. I'm new. I'm, uh, here to pick up my schedule." I said. Don't be nervous Mitchie!

The woman at the table nodded. She typed into her computer. "You're the transfer from Iselin?" She asked.

"Y-yes," I said, nervously. Iselin…

The woman nodded again. She printed something out. She got up from her chair and handed me a piece of paper. That's when I noticed a name tag on her blouse. It read Connie Callot. Connie. She closed her eyes tightly, as the memories flooded back. She opened her eyes to see Ms. Callot looking at her concerned. "Are you okay, sweetie?" She asked.

"I-I'm fine. Thanks," I whispered. The images of that night wouldn't go away.

Ms. Callot continued talking. "Well that's your schedule. You locker number and combination are written on the back."

I nodded and made my way towards the door to leave. "By the way, Miss Torres," Ms. Callot called out, "welcome to Greenville High. Have a good day."

I gave her a small smile and left the office. Now I was on a search for my locker. I walked down the hallway, reading my schedule. I wasn't watching where I was going, so I bumped into someone and fell to the ground. I looked up to see who the person was.

"Watch it," said a girl with blonde hair. People around were watching. I quickly got up and continued walking.

At last, I found Locker 100. I walked towards the locker and noticed a girl with brown curly hair going through her locker, which was right next to mine. I don't think she noticed me standing there. So, I opened my locker after the second try and put my song book inside and a picture of my parents and me. The girl finally turns towards me and was startled to see me.

"Oh!" she cried out.

"Sorry," I turned to face her.

The girl smiled. "Hey, I'm Caitlyn, you must be..." she looked down at the paper she was holding "Michaela Torres?"

"Yeah," I said "but you can call me Mitchie."

"Okay, Mitchie. Well, I was told that I'm supposed to show you around school. Let me see your schedule." I pulled out a folded piece of paper from my front pocket. She unfolded the paper and studied it. "Oh my gosh! You're in music too! What do you play?" She got excited.

"I used to play guitar and piano." I replied.

"Do you sing?" she asked me.

"I used too. I wasn't that good. What do you play?" I asked.

"I produce music. You should check me out some time. Watch, one day I'm going to be a famous music producer." Caitlyn smiled brightly. She looked back at my schedule. "We have homeroom, third, and fifth and sixth period together. Did you get your books?" Caitlyn asked me. I shook my head. "Okay, well let's head to the library first and get you some books." I closed my locker and followed Caitlyn to the library.

"So where are you from?" Caitlyn questioned me.

"Iselin," I answered.

"So what brings you here to Wyckoff?" She asked me.

"I, uh, moved in with my brother." I said, nervously.

"Why?" Caitlyn asked. When will the questions stop? I thought. Should I tellher? No. All I'll get is sympathy. And I'm sick of it.

"My brother wanted me to move in with him." I said. At least I didn't lie. Itold the truth…well not the whole truth.

We finally got to the library. We collected my books and she helped me carry them back to my locker.

"Okay, let's head to homeroom." We walked through the hallway and stopped in front of the door. "Well, here we are." She opened the door and walked in. I followed her. There were a couple kids there already, but no teacher. Caitlyn sat down in the back, near the windows and told me to sit behind her. I sat down and Caitlyn turned in her seat. "There is still some time 'till the teacher comes. How's it like in Iselin? My aunt lives there, but I've still never been there."

"Iselin's a small town. It's nice, I guess." I said, not really wanting to talk.

"So what did you do over winter break?" Plan a funeral. I thought.

"I, uh,-" I looked around the classroom. Students were filling up the seats. The bell rang and the teacher walked in. Saved by the bell. Caitlyn turned around in her seat and faced front.

I looked out the window. From where I was sitting you can see the houses across the street from school. Many cars drove by. A red Audi stopped in front of one of the houses. A girl, who looked about 10 years old, got out of the car, followed by her parents. They walked hand in hand to the house. I smiled sadly to myself, knowing that I was on my own now.

So this is the second story I've written. I hope you guys liked it.

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Also, please check out my one-shot Our Love Is Still Here if you haven't already.

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