A/N: My new fanfiction. This isn't the sequal to 'A New Girl', it's a brand new one called 'I Don't Belong'.
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Mistaken

"Hey, babe," Auggie Ciceous greeted, putting his arms around his girlfriend, Juliette Waybourne.

"Hi," She replied, taking a bite out of her lunch.

"Looks good," Stated Scott Barringer sarcastically, sitting down with Shelby Merrick beside him.

"Yep, it sure does," Ezra Freidkin agreed.

"Stop it you two, your making it taste even worse than it already does," Daisy Lipenowski commanded them.

"Pretend it's a Big Mac from McDonald's with a large chocolate shake and onion rings."

"We wish," Shelby mumbled back.

"We wish what?" Peter Scarbrow, the headmaster of Mt. Horizon, questioned while he strolled over to the Cliffhangers' table.

"That we were else where," Shelby replied.

"And where would that be?"

"Somewhere."

"Disneyland!" Ezra suggested.

"Doing what? Getting high behind the roll coaster, being laid in the tunnel of love, or stealing souvenirs from the gift shop?"

"Yeah, that was the life," Ezra sighed, but quickly became serious, "I'm very glad I'm not in it anymore."

"Me, too," Daisy agreed.

"Beats home," Shelby stated.

"Is there even a tunnel of love in Disneyland? I always thought that was part of the carnival."

"I was just making a point Auggie."

"I know, and we all got it, I was just asking a question."

The whole table watched as Christopher sat down and started eating.

"Nice of you to join us," Commented Peter.

He looked around, "Really? That's a first. I'm always unwelcome at the table at home."

"You're always welcome here. Well, I have some stuff to do, so I'll see you all at group tonight."

"Bye Captain," They all joked.


Angel and her friends, Sam and Doug, followed a couple of Doug's other 'friends' down the road.

"Where are we going again?" Asked Sam to Doug, as they peddled faster to keep up.

"A camp or something, I can't remember what they said."

"And why are we following them?" Angel quizzed him.

"It gives us something to do other than going to the movies or prank calling people."

The two girls, Angel and Sam, looked at each other, and shook their heads.

"I saw that," Doug told them.

"So?" Sam threw.

"You'll get it later."

"Oh, your so on." They giggled and were silent the rest of the way, saving their breath for the long ride.


"Shouldn't there be a gate or something around here if it's a camp for messed up teenagers?" Sam asked.

"They keep leashes on them that zap whenever they get off the property," Answered Bobby.

"That's a nice thought," Angel stated.

"Isn't it? ZZZAAAAPP!" He yelled, pretending to be jolted by electricity. His other three friends laughed.

"Isn't this private property or something?" Angel questioned.

"Stop being such a goodie-goodie Angel," Doug said.

"Shut up." She punched him in the arm, only resulting in hurting herself.

"That's what you get."

"I'll figure out another way to get you back later."

"Shh, did you guys hear something?" Bobby queried.

"No, did you?" Asked Kevin.

"Shut up, you big goof!" He hushed his voice as he yelled. Everyone stopped moving, listening for whatever sound that Bobby had heard.

"I think we should go," Sam said, risking her voice.

"Is someone there?" Called a male's voice.

"Shit," Bobby cursed.

"Scott, Shelby are you two at it again?"

"Yeah, we are, so why don't you just leave us alone," Bobby deepened his voice, while gesturing to Angel to go along with it. She shook her head, backing off.

"That's not Scott." The man got closer to where they were.

"Run!" Screamed Eric.

"Hey, no one runs-" Bobby stopped in mid sentence as everyone scattered.

The three boys and Sam quickly found their bikes and took off, while Doug took some time.

Angel, on the other hand, had started coughing up a storm and choked as she ran.

Hearing the man behind her, she attempted to go faster, but suddenly couldn't breath and stopped running. She was going to begin running when the mid-twenty-early/thirty-year-old grabbed her by the arm, causing her to jump and tense up.

Angel figured the only reason he didn't start dragging her to the camp was because she was still coughing.

Remarkably, he gently pounded on her chest to help her breath, but Annie jumped away. He didn't let her arm go, but let her catch her breath.

She was still lightly coughing as he steered her back toward the camp.

"What's your name?" He asked her.

"Angel."

"Well, Angel, why are you here?"

"My friends," She paused to cough, "came here, and I came along."

"What were you and your friends planning on doing?"

"I don't know." They neared a bunch of cabins and walked up the steps to one of them.

The male knocked on a door, and waited for an answer from within.

"I'm busy."

"This is an emergency Peter."

"Come in then."

The first thing Angel noticed when entering the office was all the paper work discarded around the room. Then she noticed the man's eyes; She saw dedication, gentleness, and patience in them; it reminded her of Nathan and what was to happen when she got home.

She quickly looked away when he studied her.

"I wasn't aware of any new admits, Jeff."

"This isn't an admit. I found her along the forest. She was with a few friends, but they're all gone."

Jeff's grip left her arm and she took a step away from him, still coughing.

"Thanks, you can go."

He closed the door behind him.

"So why were you on private property?"

"I, I didn't know. I was just following my friends," She replied in a small voice.

Peter took a while before responding. He studied her, noting the fear in her eyes and her shaking and coughing. Every time he tried to catch her eye, she glanced away.

"You want some water for that cough?" He offered. She shook her head, adding: "I just want to go home."

"What were your friends doing?"

"I don't know. I was just following them. They said this was a camp or something."

"High school to be exact and I'm the headmaster, Peter Scarbrow. What's your name?"

"Angel," then added her last name, "Williams."

"Well, Angel Williams, do you think you should be punished for trespassing when school is in session?"

"I didn't do anything; we didn't do anything."

"You're the only one here, so I'm not worried about your friends."

"Just please, let me go home. It'll be dark by the time I get there," she begged.

"Did you walk from town?"

"Biked." Peter glanced up at her when she coughed, her gaze shifted as he did.

"You sure you don't want some water?"

"I have asthma," Angel explained. He nodded, while glancing at the window, seeing the sun falling behind the mountains.

"I'll drive you home. Nothing's going to be charged against you, but I would like to talk to your parents."

Annie sighed, "You don't have to, I can ride down there. I don't want to be any more trouble than I already am."

"It's getting dark now. You don't need to catch pneumonia."

"You don't have to be concerned for me."

"I take concern into everyone I meet and know," Peter said, getting up. He noted that she stayed at least five feet behind him and that she was tense all the way to town.


Peter helped Angel get her bike out the back of his truck. It almost fell and both went to grab the same spot at the same time. Annie bolted backward when he touched her. This implicated him.

"Have you ever been hit before?"

"Not anymore," She replied, putting her bike away as a gray haired, middle-aged man walked out the front door.

"Where have you been? I called everywhere and why didn't you answer your cell phone?"

"I'm sorry, Nathan," Angel apologized.

"Whose this? A cop?"

"No."

"I'm not a cop, no. My friend found Angel on Mt. Horizon's property."

"Mt. Horizon? Isn't that the school up in the mountains?" He turned to Angel, "What were you doing all they way up there?"

"I'm sorry," Was her only response.

"Is there any charges being made?"

"No, there isn't. She and her friends were just on the property, nothing was damaged or stolen."

"That's good cause that wouldn't sound like Angel," Nathan stated, "I'm glad you brought her home."

"No problem, um, would it be okay if I talked to your privately for a moment?"

"Sure, I'm making some lessons, but I have some time." He let him enter the house and Angel went up to her room.

"Nice house you have."

"Yeah, it gets us by."

"What's your relation to Angel?"

"She's my daughter. Well, adopted daughter."

"Adopted?"

"Her father was killed a few months ago as of the rest of her family, besides the few in another state, but I gained custody over her."

"I, ah, I noticed that Angel's a little jumpy."

"Yeah, she's always been that way, or at least with other people she is."

"Other people?"

"Strangers, people she doesn't like or trust," questioningly, "What are you trying to get at?"

"I was just wondering," Then changing the subject, "What do you know about Mount. Horizon?"

"It's a school for teenagers that are trying to get their life back together and things like that."

"I'm going to be honest with you Mr. Williams; Angel's attitude and jumpiness concerns me. I know it's not my job to, or at least not about Angel, but I do."

"I do all the time too and it's not your job to worry about my Angel."

"Yeah. Well, I better let you get back to your lessons. Thanks for letting me talk with you."

"Thanks for bringing her home."

"Your welcome."


"And where have you been?" Someone wrapped her arms around Peter's waist.

"I was taking a trespasser home. Didn't Jeff tell you that?"

"No, I haven't seen him," Sophie Becker explained, "So a trespasser? What they do?"

"Nothing, she and her friends just crossed onto Horizon's property, but she was the only one caught."

Silence fell as Sophie hugged him tighter.

"You're thinking about something," His wife noted.

"I was thinking about Angel, the girl. She was very jumpy. Her father -adoptive father- seemed nice though."

"Seeming isn't everything. Do you think he abuses her?"

"No, but maybe her parents did."

"What happened to them? Was she taken from them?"

"Mr. Williams said they died a few months ago."

"Of what?"

"Didn't say."