I had already unpacked my bags, rearranged the room and my stuff around it five times. There was simply nothing else I could do that would delay me having to go downstairs and meet the other children in this hell hole.

I had been given the smallest and only spare room in the orphanage that my Aunt owned, when I arrived. The house was big in terms of what most people had but the neigh dozen children that lived here made it feel too crowded.

Aunt Lizzy was now my only surviving relative. I couldn't say I liked her much so far, and it didn't seem as if the others here liked her either.

She had already enrolled me at the local high school. That, by the way, had been my greeting upon stepping foot in the house: "School starts tomorrow. Here's a notebook". Thankfully one of the kinder girls here had given me a pen to use for tomorrow as well.

America was certainly turning out to be a lot different to England. I had already gotten confused over the different words they used when I went to get a taxi. Britain was also much colder than most of America, though it seemed that Denali, Alaska was the countries equivalent of Scotland. In other words, it was cold.

The clothes which I owned, although they were slightly suited to the cold, were definitely not suited to Alaskan weather. Whatever spare money I got, I would have to spend on getting better clothing.

I sighed and hauled myself off the bed and went to greet the kids in this dump. Might as well try and make some friends.

Yesterday's meet and greet had been a disaster. I hadn't even stepped a foot into the room where everyone was watching TV, before one of them had greeted me with my new nickname, 'four-eyes'.

I had stood my ground at least and congratulated him on his being Sherlock Holmes. He didn't like it very much but didn't respond after that. Thankfully nothing else was said or done. I suppose, that it wasn't a total disaster.

I pulled my jacket about me tighter for warmth. It was only a thin type coat, not really suitable for the snowy Alaskan weather. The others had given me sympathetic looks for my clothing this morning as we left the house for school. What I had definitely wasn't suitable to be living in Alaska, but I didn't have anything else. I doubted good old Aunt Lizzy would buy me knew cloths.

From what the children had filled me in on, she was an alcoholic. Always in her office smoking and drinking. I couldn't even doubt their claims. I had walked past her office this morning on the way to breakfast and it stank of alcohol and smoke. And that had been with the door shut. The kids had also said she hardly ever came out. Eating at a different time to the rest of us and other silly things. She didn't go shopping apparently, but ordered it in. Some care giver she is.

I followed the others on the cold walk to school. We made it eventually to a smallish building. There mustn't be a lot of children in Denali. It was only a small town after all. One of them pointed me in the direction of the reception.

I walked up to the counter and the lady stood up quickly and handed me a piece of paper, "You must be Christine Woods," she said.

"Yeah," I said looking at her confused. "How did-"

"Oh, we don't get a lot of new people round here," she said. "That's your schedule and a map of the school. There's also a piece of paper that you need to get every teacher to sign."

I nodded my head in understanding. She let me go with a smile. I found my locker number on the timetable, and made my way there. I dumped my lunch and jacket in there for now so I didn't have to carry it all day.

I looked down at my schedule and looked at the lessons for the first couple of periods of the day. First lesson was history with Mr Fitzherbert and second lesson was english literature with Miss Denali. I shoved the schedule in my Jean pocket after folding it, and looked next at the map. Okay, so, history was in room 103 on the first floor, which was...Urr...that way somewhere. I think.

I walked down the corridor as I tried to find the doors that led to any stairs that would take me upwards. After looking for five minutes I heard the bell for the start of lessons go off. Students emerged from various classrooms and the hallways were full of life and noise.

"Excuse-" I tried to get the attention of someone who might be able to point me in the right direction, but no one seemed to hear me, or they just outright ignored me.

I sighed and started to go in any direction. As the number of people started to dwindle I eventually found the stairs. I walked up and came out near the room 120. Great, only seventeen classrooms to find as my guide to 103.

When I finally found the classroom I knocked on the door. An old and balding man, who was particularly round, answered the door. He didn't look very happy to see me. He put his hand out while glaring at me slightly and looking me up and down. That last action made me extremely uncomfortable.

I shuffled on my feet as he looked at me and then handed him the slip the receptionist gave me. He signed it and passed it back to me.

"You may sit there at the front, Miss Wood," He said. "And you will wait behind after class."

Despite Mr Fitzherbert being completely weird. The girl sat on the desk next to mine had assured me that he was the resident pervert. Every school had one. A teacher, usually male, that all the students were certain was creepy and perverted. And he had sat me right at the front of his class, just fan-fucking-tastic. He droned on for the whole hour and a half in the most monotone voice he could manage.

Eventually the time came for him to dismiss us. The sudden change and volume in his "Class dismissed!" made me jump. I had nearly been falling asleep, with my head resting on my hand. The girl next to me laughed but carried on with her way out the door.

I gathered my things quickly, and started a fast walk to the door. Hopefully he had forgotten that he had asked me to stay.

"Miss Wood, a minute if you would." He called.

I turned to find him in front of me. I shuffled nervously.

"Why were you late to my lesson?" He demanded.

"I got lost and couldn't find the classroom," I told him honestly.

"Well, next time ask someone," He said coldly. "You will wait here for the five minutes that you were late to my lesson."

"But, sir, I-" I tried to argue.

"No buts," He said. "You will be late for your next lesson as well. Hopefully the teacher of that one will punish you for being late."

I didn't say anything but glared at his back as I stood by the door at the front of the classroom. He started to allow the students for his next class to enter the room. He allowed them to chat for a minute as they found their seats. All the while every single student gave me odd looks.

Finally once the class had settled down he allowed me to go. Reminding me to not be late the next time.

I huffed and pulled out my map and schedule sullenly. This was turning out to be an awful first day. My first teacher of the day hated me, and now because of his apparent dislike, my next teacher would as well. I looked down at the timetable and saw that the next lesson was literature with Miss Denali, in room 024.

I headed down the stairs that I had used to get to Mr Fitzherbert's class. The halls were defly silent by now, and I was becoming more frustrated by the minute. I could feel my cheeks were becoming flushed with anger at myself. Why didn't a simple map make sense?

I walked hastily down a corridor hoping it was the right one. A door was suddenly opened in front of me. Before I could stop walking or put my hands out, it had hit me square in the face and sent me flying backwards onto my bum.

I groaned and put my hand to my nose, which hurt the most from my collision.

"Oh my gosh," A voice quickly trilled. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright, sweetie?"

I didn't reply as I tried to get my bearings. My nose really hurt. I looked to where a woman with blonde curly hair was knelt beside me. Her hand was resting on my shoulder as she searched me for injury. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

She scrunched her nose and pursed her lips as her eyes landed on my nose. Her eyes were a really strange but beautiful butterscotch colour.

"I think you should come with me to medical to get cleaned up," she spoke softly and apologetically.

I nodded my head and she helped pull me up with surprising strength. She was quite short, somewhere around 5"5', but she was still taller than myself. I was only a staggering 5"2'.

"I'm Miss Denali, the school nurse," She spoke as she lead me down the hallway.

"Oh, I thought I had you for English?" I asked giving her a confused look.

She chuckled, "That would be my sister that you have for English".

"Ah, that makes sense," I said.

"Was that where you were heading now?" She asked.

"Yeah, it was." I confirmed, my voice was slightly muffled by the hand I had kept over my nose. I had a nose bleed from the door.

We made it to a little room that had a bed against the far wall. There were cabinets on the back wall, and a counter underneath with a sink.

"Take a seat," she said gesturing to the bed.

I had to jump up a little to reach it, as it was higher up than a normal bed. I swung my feet over the edge and kept them swinging as I waited for Miss Denali to look through the cupboards.

She pulled out a box of tissues, and turned to hand them to me after opening them. I took one and shoved it under my nose catching the blood.

She approached and asked if I would mind her taking a look. Her fingers were freezing, but felt lovely against my sore nose. She felt around the edge of the bone and up to the corner of my eyes (she had to lift my glasses a little). She then kept one hand on my nose which gently squeezed the end of the bone.

"Well your nose isn't broken," Miss Denali said. "If you could hold your nose where my fingers are that would be great."

As she moved her hand it trailed ever so slightly down my cheek. I may not have noticed it if i wasn't so aware of her in that moment. Shrugging it off as accidental, I replaced it with my own, gently pinching it just as she had. She moved to the counter where she pulled out a book and started writing some things down.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She asked me.

"Christine Woods," My voice sounded funny.

She smiled and turned back to the paper she was writing on. She glanced at the clock and wrote something else down.

There was something about her that struck me as odd. She was friendly and caring, which was nice for a change, but her physical appearance was strange.

Her eye colour was like nothing I had seen before, and her skin was cold and beautifully pale. As was she, but that was just it. She seemed too attractive to be normal.

"Are you sure you are alright?"

I was snapped from my thinking when I found her stood in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. I blushed and looked down, having not seen or heard her come so close, much less anything she said.

"Yeah," I assured her still looking at my lap. "I'm fine,"

"Okay," she said still looking at me with concern. She tilted my chine up so that I was looking at her. "Has your nose stopped bleeding yet?"

I took the tissue away from my nose. The tissue was soaked red, but there wasn't anything running from my nose anymore.

"Right, well, now that's stopped you're free to go back to class," Miss Denali said. "I'll walk you there to explain what happened to the teacher."

I nodded my head, and stood with her as she held the door open. The walk there was silent and I thought over what had happened. She had hit me with a door. More precisely, the school's nurse had hit me with the door and caused me injury. The irony was just too much and I couldn't help but laugh.

Miss Denali looked at me as we walked. She raised an eyebrow as we kept walking.

"What?" She asked looking bemused.

"It's just ironic," I said. "The school nurse causing me injury."

She laughed at that, "Yes, well, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to,".

"It's okay, I know you didn't." I reassured her. "And despite the pain, it's made my day better because of the sheer silliness."

She smiled at me as she stopped in front of a door, though her eyes still looked troubled, as if she was searching for any sign of another injury. She looked away and knocked on the door.

A few seconds later it was opened by another blonde woman. They did look like sisters. Although, this woman had straighter blonde hair and was a lot taller than her sister.

"Hello, Miss," she greeted her sister, clearly amused at having called her that.

"I have a student of yours, I do believe." She started to explain. "We, ur, had a bit of a run in earlier and so she has been with me in medical."

"Oh," Miss Denali said. "Are you alright?" She asked me. Looking to me for the first time. I nodded my head shyly, blushing at the attention I was receiving from both of them at once. It didn't help that she was just as beautiful as her sister.

"I'll see you later," The nurse said to her sister. "And have a good day Miss Woods. I hope I don't have to see you back there too soon."

I waved to her a little than turned to my teacher who led me into the class full of children. There was an ache in my chest that had started as Tanya walked away.

"Take a seat anywhere there is one," She said.

There was only one seat, however, at the front of the class. I sighed quietly to myself as I made my way over and sat down. She smiled at me before turning back towards the class. The rest of the lesson went smoothly, ignoring the ache that i felt in my chest. Miss Denali had them write a summary of their favourite book including anything they could about themes and other literature factors, as she had called them.