First days were always a little awkward, to say the least

A/N: Bear in mind that I'm English and this is set in an English school so there may be some things that don't make sense if you haven't been to school here. Just ask if you don't understand something.

First days at school are always a little awkward, to say the least. Starting at a brand new school meant you had to learn a lot. There were the teacher's rules you were supposed to obey but couldn't obey without being ridiculed. You had to wear your uniform the right way and get to your classes before the bell rang. Then there were the students' ways. People always have routines to follow even outside of school. Inside school there were certain groups you shouldn't go near and places you weren't allowed out of. If you venture away from your section in the dinner hall then you find yourself in a very awkward position indeed.

In this lunch hall there were three tables that no one dared go near, even though one of them was always empty. It was the people on the tables either side that meant it was always empty. It's not that these people were frightening as such. They weren't popular people who would poke fun at whoever came near. They weren't nerds who you wouldn't make friends with because you opened you self up to bullying. No that it should be that way. That's how things are and as much as you try to change it you can't. People like routine and, as always, the two families sat down at their separate tables and left the one in between empty.

A small boy saw the empty table and took a seat. He did nothing to offend the families. He simply sat down seeing as there were no more free tables. He felt the eyes turn on him. He looked up in confusion. Small snickers could be heard not far from his table. He sighed and took a bite of his sandwich. A few more laughs and whispers were exchanged by people looking on.

The three girls to his left were all seated to face him. A mixture of surprised and resentment was present on their faces. The phrase "a dear caught in the headlights" comes to mind in this situation but the boy was a lot slower to react than any dear. He hesitantly took another bite from his sandwich. The sandwich was filled with pork and stuffing, his favourite. His mum had made it especially for his first day but somehow he couldn't enjoy it. He glanced back to the left to see that the girls' gazes had not shifted.

The poor boy was getting very uncomfortable and he hadn't yet noticed the table to the other side of him. The girls to his left were a small group; one younger girl, quite pretty looking with her short dirty blonde hair complimenting her simple face to make her seem very elegant, and her two sisters who were twins. The effect of the identical twins glaring was more than unnerving. Their black hair fell in almost the exact same way over their slim glasses onto their slightly pallid faces exempting only a few strands. The rest of the hall were quite surprised that he'd kept his place for so long as they watched in fascination. Some were even taking bets. This event occurred every year at some point and now the whole of the two families were present as the youngest girl to right of the boy had just joined the school.

He finally realised that the three girls weren't the only ones who were glaring at him. He turned tentatively to the right to see four or five people. He didn't have chance to count before he turned back to his lunch. A small girl, about his age, had an unsettling unemotional look upon her face. It was worse to see than the twins.

He risked looking back again and saw that there were five of them. All of them varied in age. One girl with messy brown hair that spiked out had a very mischievous grin, she looked to be in one of the higher years but her dark make up may have made her seem older than she was. The girl sitting next to her looked yet older. Her black hair wasn't as harsh as the twins' and she looked almost sympathetic for the boy but reluctant to take action. She was a set in her ways as everyone else and this had become a tradition now.

Two of the people faced away from him. Their body structure told him that one must have been a girl and the other a boy. Their stance told him as much as their glares could but he was determined to stay put and he tried his best to stare back at the larger group even though he knew he couldn't equal just one of them.

The messy haired girl mouthed at the boy. He thought he could make out the word "please". She said it a few times before the guy turned around. He shook his fringe out of eyes and looked at somewhere below they boy. The chair seemed to have been whipped out from beneath him. It was now laid on its side a couple of metres from its original place. The boy stared straight ahead in shock.

He grabbed hold of the table to steady himself as he got up. He turned to find his chair and saw the youngest girl picking it up. She passed it to him, still with an emotionless face. She had wild curly hair reaching half way down her back. Her clothes looked slightly big, like they'd been bought for her to "grow into" and they made her look even smaller. She looked very innocent really, like a sweet girl who loved her mummy and daddy and wouldn't hurt a fly, in fact he could almost see her running screaming from one. Now he looked into her eyes as he went to thank her. The words were caught in his throat though and he nearly choked. He stepped back into the table and breathed hard. The girl's eyes were red. Crimson. Deep yet bright. He couldn't explain what he saw or what he felt. Something beyond any terror he knew overwhelmed him and he couldn't stay. He had to leave, to escape. Somehow he couldn't break free of her eyes though.

She blinked. He took the opportunity to flee. He sent a desk flying as he darted through the hall. He didn't care for his lunch at all he just had to leave and get away from the girl. As he ran there was a bang and a chorus of laughter as someone's fizzy pop can exploded. Whoever was holding it swore over the laughter. A rather wet looking frizzy blonde haired guy followed pretty soon after the boy as he stared at something in his head.

She shrugged, set the table and chair straight and returned to her place. She was greeted by cold look from the eldest at the table.

"I told you to keep your powers under wraps. You realise that if anyone saw your eyes then you'd be under major suspicion."

The girl's eyes changed to a pale blue as she looked back at her sister. The eldest turned away to look at the only brother.

"And don't think I didn't notice what you did. You know I don't mind you using your powers as long as you are very discrete. You turned and used your powers straight away. Just please be careful I hate being so strict on you"

"It's not like these idiots would believe what they saw even if they were observant enough to notice. They'll just pass it off" Jay replied "I get what you mean but we don't need to be as careful as you think. Nothing short of parading around the school and showing off your powers yelling "bow down to your new god!!" will make them believe we're... special. Even then they'd think it was a joke done with special effects."

"Still just be careful. You don't know whose watching."

The girl next to Jay spoke up, "paranoid a little?"

"Just watchful Cherry. Who says there aren't more people like us? Who says they use their powers well, for good causes?"

"I still say you're paranoid"

"Isn't everyone just a little?" the spiky haired girl asked.

"Nope"

"Not really"

Kim shook her head.

"Oh" she looked rather disappointed and slightly confused for a moment.

They ate mostly in silence for the rest of lunch as they usually did. The small boy was soon forgotten and the exploding coke can went by unnoticed by most. Students fell back into their usual routine and went to their next lessons.

* * * * *

Time always passed by slowly in science. The teacher was boring and never hesitated to hand out as many detentions as possible. The lesson was on the Haber process but the class knew very little beyond that. The teacher was strict but couldn't keep the class quiet, they knew they'd end up with a detention by the end of lesson whether they talked or not. He rarely managed to teach them anything. The only time they really paid attention was when he set up an experiment and they feared for their lives. He always complained about dilute solutions and waved the chemicals around wildly saying; "this is very toxic. Don't get it on your skin." Today they sat doing written work. They were supposed to be copying notes from the board but instead they talked to each other about anything but the lesson subject. Three of them however found different entertainment.

There was an empty seat between them and a sink used for the experiments. The twins sat on one side and the spiky haired girl on the other. The latter was absorbed in her drawing. On her desk were sheets of pencil drawn Japanese cartoons. The latest that she was working on was of a young boy. He grinned widely out of the page as she shaded his long hair.

The twins however were much more unusual. Charlotte poked the pen on the desk between them then nudged her twin. Danielle sighed and held her hand over then pen. Well, the pile of dust that was once a pen. The tiny particles of dust came together to form the same pen once more. Charlotte reached forward and turned the pen to dust again.

"You can't find something more interesting to do can you?"

"Nope," Charlotte smiled, "well actually," she reached over to grab Danie's book. Danielle swept her twin's hand away a little harder than she meant to. Charlotte's hand hit the tap next to her. Next thing the three girls knew, they were getting soaked. They all dived away from the sink as a few people screamed and a lot of people laughed. A fountain spurted from where the tap had been but there was no sign of the tap on the floor or even lodged in the ceiling as may have been expected.

"What on earth do you think you are doing? Everybody out of the classroom now! You three girls are in serious trouble, defacing school property like that! The head will have a lot too say about this. What are you waiting for out now!"

Charlotte gave an anxious look to Danielle who gave a small grin back. In her hand she held the tap that had disappeared with the end looking like it had been blown apart.

"Charlotte Emmerson, sir."

"And Danielle Emmerson."

"Harley Casair," she muttered impatiently. "Would have thought the teacher would learn his students' names," she said quietly enough not to let him hear. She packed away her slightly sodden sketches, swung her back over her shoulder and left the room to join the small crowd outside. She soon got bored and wandered away from her class. They wouldn't return to the room anytime soon and they certainly wouldn't learn anything if they did.

She took a stroll on the playground. It was a fairly cold day and the wind bit at her hands so she tucked them into her pockets. Her coat was zipped up high and she tucked her chin beneath it.

She'd made it half way across the blacktop when a shadow crept across her. She turned to find the source but found nothing. She realised what was happening as she looked up. The sun had been blocked out. The eclipse. It seemed strange that she had forgotten. It was something she loved to look at even if in books. In fact her drawings often involved an eclipse in the background. She hadn't really thought about it much but now she realised that she drew them at lot more often than she thought. Even the small boys t-shirt had the symbol printed upon it. As she watched the phenomenon up a picture she'd drawn a long time ago came to mind; a silhouette against the eclipse. It had been years ago since she'd even seen that picture and why she thought of that specific one she couldn't understand. The eclipse looked so beautiful to her, so wondrous and mysterious and foreboding. The way the sun shone past created a shape that was helix like. The DNA structure was scientific fact. The glow around it was mystical though, it was natural yet super natural. Something impossible like her was part of nature like the eclipse before her eyes.

"Something special about it isn't there?" She spun around at the voice.

"God damn it, don't creep up on people like that Jay"

"Oh, because that's something you could never do"

"Exactly" she smiled. She held her hand in front of her and looked down at it. In Jay's eyes it disappeared to let him see the ground beneath it.

"I can still see it. I can tell you can't though. It's strange isn't it?"

"You ask a guy who can make things levitate." He muttered.

"What are you doing out of lessons?"

"I could ask you the same."

Harley rolled her eyes. "Exploding tap. Don't ask how they did it but I blame those twins. Something's going on with them."

"What like powers?" He gasped. "There are more of us special people," he joked.

"It may not be as ridiculous as it sounds though. Think about what we can do."

"Yeah I suppose," he shrugged

"What are you doing out of lessons?" she repeated.

"I don't get past you do I? There was a… mishap."

"A supernatural mishap?"

"Ah. Supernatural mishaps are more fun though. The stories people tell are always fun to hear."

"What are you planning?" he knew his sister well and the look currently on her face

"Can we bring George to life?"

"George is dead and doesn't exist."

"You know what I mean."

* * * * *

It didn't take them long to cook something up between them. The year sevens would be more impressionable but no one would believe their story because of this. They decided to hit the middle year, also the year that Jay was in. they headed back to Jay's class. Even if someone walked past they wouldn't have been seen. That was what made them such as great trouble making pair. They could wreak havoc and no one could see them do it or find them afterwards.

George was a ghost, a sort of legend really. It was actually Mrs Smith's excuse for a faulty door but a few people were gullible enough to believe it for a while. The door opened of its own accord whenever the slightest breeze went down the corridor and Mrs Smith would infrequently tell the class that George was paying a visit.

Jay and Harley planned on making the ghost become all too real for the class. They gently pushed the faulty door open and entered. There was a desk lying on the floor at the back of the room with two of its legs bent in odd directions. Harley glanced over at her brother with a questioning look. He simply grinned back.

The year nine class's chatter was loud enough to cover any sound the made so they set their plan into action. Mrs Smith sent someone to shut the door as usual. As the blonde walked a few steps away from the door to return to her seat the door swung open. It swung open so fast it smashed into the wall. Everyone turned to find the source of the loud bang. After about a half minutes silence people started to laugh. The blonde shrugged and walked back to the door. She stuck her head out into the corridor to see if anyone was there but found there to be no one there. She eyed the door suspiciously as she closed it once more. The class returned to its normal level of chatter and laughter.

Repeating his earlier trick, jay swept the chair out from underneath the nearest victim. The boy put his hands out beneath him. He had the same look of shock on his face as the year seven had had on his when the same thing had happened to him. He was quicker to react though. He picked him self and his chair up looking a little embarrassed.

Jay turned his attention back to the door once more. This time he ripped it off its hinges as it swung open. It crashed to the floor. The teacher got up this time. She stalked over to the door in a confident and disapproving manner. She took a look at the door frame and found nothing wrong with it. She shook her head and turned to address the class.

"I'll be gone for only a few moments. Please behave yourselves whilst I'm gone."

She left the room. The class remained in silence until the click-clack of her heels disappeared. The class then went into uproar. All shouting and questioning what had just happened. Jay and Harley laughed at the back bit couldn't be heard.

"Now's our best shot. Shall we go for it?"

"You take your shot first." He leant on the mangled desk as he watched the class. Harley winked at him and headed though the class. She picked up a bag and slid it across the floor. A few people watched it and exclaimed. By the time everyone had turned around she was across the other side of the classroom. She picked out a pair of particularly squeamish looking girls. They were both made up in more make up than would last most people for a year. Harley placed her hand on the desk for a few seconds. The desk disappeared when she touched it. She waited for the girls' shrill screams in her ears before she pulled her hand away. The entire class turned their heads one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Fucking hell, the desk disappeared!" one yelled out.

"You idiot it's right there" someone yelled across the classroom.

"Yeah well it came back din't it?"

Harley crossed the classroom again. She walked smoothly between the desks with her hands out to touch them. As she ran her hand over each desk it disappeared then reappeared. The class was completely bewildered and sat in stunned silence. Harley returned to her brother and leant on the back wall.

"Care to have a little fun?" she asked quietly.

Jay stood up and looked across the classroom. He concentrated on the white board at the front. A chalkboard would have been so much more effective but he made do with what he had. He made the pen levitate from where he stood and pulled off the lid which dropped to the floor. Most people were still preoccupied with knocking on the desks to check they were real and didn't notice the pen. He could have written something frightening. A threat or warning, instead he wanted to catch the class off guard and get them a detention when the teacher came back.

The pen wrote the words "Mrs Kensik is a bitch." Mrs Kensik was a very unpopular teacher among students and most teachers and the legend now written on the board could be found scratched into at least one desk in every classroom in the school. It had been decreed that if anyone was caught writing insults about teachers they would face a fixed term exclusion at least.

Jay surveyed the classroom once more. He held out his hand and sent each desk flying a few feet forwards. A few people stood up, a few screamed and a few stumbled over backwards. Jay smirked at the results. He walked towards the front of the class plotting his next act of chaos. He was stopped in his tracks however when he fell flat on his face.

There were a few nervous laughs when Jay swore loudly. He slapped his hand over his mouth and gave his sister an anxious look. She shook her head. Jay put his hands on the floor to support himself getting up when he noticed the cause of his fall. A foot stuck out into the aisle. Jay looked up to the owner of the foot.

"Winters?" He muttered under his breath. Jay staggered to his feet without taking his eyes off of the guy who had tripped him.

"I'm getting out of this weird place," winters announced as he grabbed his bag and got up. There was a chorus of agreement from the rest of the class. Jay realised that he would get trapped if everyone got up to go at once. They'd crash into him; he may be invisible put people could still bump into him. The class started to rush out all at once. Neither Jay nor Harley were found though. They kept silent as Jay pinned them both to the ceiling.

Once everyone had escaped the haunted classroom Jay returned them to the floor. Harley shivered.

"I hate it when you do that."

"Had to be done, you know it." He had an unusually serious look on his face compared to usual.

"Wouldn't have had to be done if you hadn't fallen over," she hadn't meant to insult him, it was more of a joke but he took it badly.

"I was tripped. That Craig Winters could see me. I wasn't visible though because no one else could see I'm sure of it." He walked over to the spot where he'd fallen as if searching for some kind of explanation. He shook his head after finding none. They decided they ought to leave before the teacher returned. Before long the bell rang to indicate the end of school.

A/N: A lot of the characters and settings are based on my real life in this fanfiction. The two main families are me and my friends, that's why there' only one guy, I have got some more characters to bring in properly yet though (the winters). George is our RE ghost, he hasn't ever ripped the door off of its hinges though. We also have the insane science teacher though he's not so strict with detentions, it's generally a fun lesson.

Any criticisms are welcome as long as they're true and not phrased too harshly. I want to improve my writing but I also want to have a bit of fun.