Chapter 1
"Great" I thought sarcastically, "Sophomore year." Melrose Academy wasn't exactly the best school in the world but it wasn't the worst either. I put on some clothes, fixing the collar so no one could see my mother's necklace.
It was old and beautiful, it was the only thing I had left of her, when she
gave it to me she said that it had been passed through the family from my
great-great-great grandmother Klavia Romanoff. I ran downstairs, stuffed a piece of toast in my mouth and gulping down fresh orange juice. Then I said a hurried goodbye to ivan, slung my bag round my shoulder and left the house. The academy was only a few blocks away my friend Phoebe always met up with me at the bus shelter to walk down together. As I was waiting a few guys came and lit their cigarettes, leaning against the side of the window.
The smell of burning hit me like a tidal wave as it was the same burning smell that killed my mother and father when I was a child. Ivan came but the flames had already taken my parents, I was the only one that could be rescued. That's why we moved to America for a fresh start. So we live in the state of Iowa now. I called Phoebe but there was no answer, I thought it was getting pretty late now so I started walking down by myself. I fished my ipod out of my jacket and started listening to She Wolf by David Guetta. It had the perfect beat to walk to. I slipped into homeroom already 5 minutes late and since it was the start of the year everyone was chattinga lot so nobody noticed me. Phoebe still hadn't appeared so I looked round the class to see if there was anybody new. A few new girls but I didn't see any new guys. That's a shame because basically all the guys that were good looking in this city weren't in this school. No scrap that this state.
Eventually my other friend Hayley came in,
'hey!' she squealed as she hugged me,
'hey' I smiled back.
'so where's phoebe?' she asked
'Honestly, she could be in a black hole somewhere in this school and we
wouldn't even know it' Hayley grinned. Our teacher came round with this
year's timetable. I looked at Thursday, 'we have history, double math, r.e.,
gym and art.' We both groaned as we grudgingly picked up our bags and headed to history.
