Chapter 1

I sighed while staring at the school building in front of me. It was huge. It looked like a mansion from Victorian times and had an intimidating air surrounding it. I sighed again while making my way up the path that lead towards the building. I never really liked going to school, not that I didn't fit in because I usually did, but because there was just something about it that I hated. Maybe the authority the teachers had, and the students who thought they were better than anybody else. Right now the prospect of being around this school 24/7 was even worse.

My parents died when I was 8, they were murdered actually, right in front of my eyes. My little brother died along with them, and he was just 5 at the time. Every time I think back to that day, I start feeling sick, so I mostly try to just ignore the memories. When they died I had to move to my uncles' and grandpa's place in Ireland. They raised me from that point on, though I mostly learned everything myself. They were great guys but sucked at cooking, or cleaning for that matter, so I had to teach myself to do those things.

Uncle Aiden and Daniel were twins and they became my brothers really, my grandfather was nice but quiet most of the time. The contrast between the twins and their father was funny actually. Darragh was calm and quiet most of the time while Daniel and Aiden were always running around and talking when they weren't laughing or bickering. I smiled at the thought of them and felt a sting in my heart, I missed them.

They had to leave, go back to America to take care of some business. I couldn't come with them, or so they said, and so I had to stay here. The only problem was they were afraid that something would happen if I stayed home alone, and so they sent me to this school. The black ministers school, don't ask me where the name came from, I still don't know and couldn't care less to be honest.

I arrived at the main building in a few minutes, dragging a heavy bag behind me with my stuff in it. As I walked in the receptionist looked up and smiled warmly. 'Hello dear, how can I help you?' I smiled back, 'Hi, my name is Emily Whitaker.' My last name was the last thing I had from my father, and I wanted to keep it. Daniel, Aiden and Darragh understood and respected that, which did me good. 'Ah, the new student. Why don't you wait here, I'll ask someone to come down who can give you a tour.' I was about to protest but she already had the phone in her hand. I tried not to sigh and listened in to her side of the conversation, which wasn't really interesting. 'Yes, the new student is here.' Something was said on the other end of the line and she nodded, soon figuring out the other person couldn't see it. 'Yes, that would be great! Thank you.' And she hung up. 'Someone will be with you in a minute.' She said and I nodded gratefully.

The school was for American and Irish students, at least that was what Daniel told me. He also said that most were American, which wasn't the best thing because I never really liked 'my kind'. Let's just say that I don't have a lot of good memories of America. It actually only reminded me of things I wanted to forget, so I tried to leave it behind, though when I talked you could hear I was American.

I liked the Irish accent, and could use it easily, but then again American was something that reminded me of the good times I had with my parents, and so it was the accent I usually spoke with. I know the logic of hating America but loving my accent was weird, but I didn't care. If I got angry, or just annoyed like hell, I would start to talk with a slight Irish accent. That's what you get when the second half of your childhood you've been raised by Irish guys, who could curse a lot.

While I had been thinking about home someone was already in front of me, smiling with a way too happy smile. 'Hi there. My name is Sally, nice to meet you! Would you like me to give you a tour?' I had to stifle a groan. 'Of course, but could we stop at my room first please, I need to put my bag away.' She nodded with the same smile on her face, which was already getting annoying. 'Yes of course.' She made a face, 'but your roommate is Deborah, so I think I'll have to wait outside.' I was wondering who this Deborah was, already loving her for being able to stop Sally from smiling.

I followed Sally trough the hallways, she pointed out a few things already and I looked around with interest. The building was beautiful, from the inside even more than the outside, but there was something that I felt that I couldn't quite place. Something felt powerful, man that sounded stupid. I rolled my eyes and sighed again, sometimes I really questioned my own sanity.

When we were outside of my room Sally told me she would wait outside for me. I smiled and walked inside. There was a girl sitting on her bed, reading a book. She glanced up a moment, but then turned back to her book. It didn't seem like she was willing to talk, so I kept my mouth shut. While throwing my bag on my bed I was trying to think of a way to get out from under the tour I would get from Sally, but I felt bad only thinking about it and so just went with her.

She showed me around the whole school, not missing any room, and told me about the history of everything. It had been boring for a while already when I noticed two boys throwing a bag to each other. A girl was standing in between them looking at, what I guessed was, her bag being thrown from one hand to another while she tried to grab it. It looked quite funny, and I felt a giggle start in my throat when suddenly Sally started yelling.

'Hey boys! Cut that out! How many times do I have to tell you not to bully anyone! You'll have to go to detention again today.' They were about to protest, but I interjected before they could. 'Aw come on Sally, something harmless like this isn't worth giving detention for.' Sally looked at me wide eyed. I'd already guessed she was some kind of hall monitor or something, and it seemed I was right, the way she seemed to have authority over detention and stuff.

'I mean, this girl didn't even mind, now did you?' I direction the question to the girl who was staring at me. I always have been good at manipulating people, and even though I almost never used it because I thought it was wrong for me to, something about these boys reminded me of Daniel and Aiden. There was no doubt possible that they were twins, and they loved to prank, exactly like my uncles. Something told me to protect them, and so I tried. 'No, it's ok.' The girl said. I smiled at her and then looked at Sally again.

'See, she doesn't mind.' Sally was still staring at me with disbelief. 'Now give her the bag back.' I told the boys sternly. They were also staring but did as told. The girl left immediately after getting her bag back, and Sally's face turned to rage. 'I take you know the way back.' She said, but didn't even wait for an answer before turning around and stalking off furious with me already, and I hadn't even started school yet.

I turned back to the boys and they were grinning widely now. They came towards me and hugged me together. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you!' They kept saying which made me laugh. When they let me go they were still grinning. 'We're the Henderson Brothers, I'm Chris.' The left boy said, with short brown hair and bright blue eyes that radiated mischief. 'And I'm Doug.' The right boy said. He had longer brown hair and the same eyes as his brother. I guessed they were about 15, and I had to admit that this was exactly like I always pictured Aiden and Daniel at that age. I smiled at them, 'Emily.' She said. The boys glanced at one another and grinned.

'You're a life saver Emily!' Chris said, Doug nodded, 'Yeah, otherwise we would've had to go to detention with Mr. Jarvis.' They both made a face, which made me laugh. 'Is he that bad?' They nodded simultaneously. 'Believe me when I say that you would rather go to school in the weekend than have one day of detention with him.' They shuddered, which made me laugh again. 'I'll keep that in mind.' I said.

Then I was the one to thank them. They looked at me confused, 'what for?' they asked. I smiled, 'Don't tell anyone, but that tour from Sally was getting really boring.' They were the ones to laugh now, 'They always are!'

I suddenly frowned, remembering I still had no idea where my locker was. 'what's up?' Chris asked. 'Well, do you guys have any idea where locker 353 is?' I asked them. They grinned and nodded, 'follow us.' They said and started leading the way. While we were walking Doug took my bag and carried it for me. I had to smile at the gentlemanlike behavior, the same Aiden and Daniel always showed. The moment they stopped I knew something was up. They were grinning mischievously and I sighed heavily when they started throwing my bag at each other.

'Give it back please,' I asked nicely, but they just kept grinning and hurling it at each other. 'Never trust twins…' I said to myself too low for them to hear. Then I walked to one of them and slapped the back of his head. I found it worked with Aiden and Daniel, so I just hoped it would work here as well. He looked up at me, pouting but I just kept looking down at him.

'Give me my bag back.' I simply said. 'But my brother has it.' He said. I nodded, 'I know he does, and if he won't hand it over I'll just have to hit him as well.' I glared at Chris who was taking in the ordeal, carefully weighing the options he had. I was on my way to him when suddenly the bag was pulled from his grasp and was being held in front of me. I took it and looked up into a pair of Dark eyes that belonged to a boy in black trousers and a black shirt. He was handsome with Dark blonde messy hair and it seemed he had a well trained body. 'Thanks.' I said, surprised by his sudden appearance. He didn't even smile at me, or say 'you're welcome' or anything. He just eyed both brothers who followed him immediately as he walked away.

'The people in this school get better and better.' I muttered and turned to my locker. All my books were already in there with a sticky note on it. 'Here ye go Ems! Hope ye like it here, love ya. Daniel and Aiden(It was me who put the books in there, not Daniel!)' I had to smile at the note and the Irish accent Aiden had written down. I sent a silent thank you to both of them and put some other things in my locker already. I had already memorized my schedule, not wanting to have to walk with some piece of paper in my hand.

Suddenly something moved in my bag. I almost dropped it, but caught it just in time. I looked inside and saw something white running from one side to another. It stopped running and looked up at me, it was a mouse. I didn't want to hurt it, I loved animals, most of the time, so I decided to bring it with me to my room. I knew animals were forbidden in school, but what they didn't see couldn't hurt them right?

The girl that had been in my room before was still there, reading the same book. I took a better look at her this time. She was wearing army trousers and a black shirt with an army jacket over it. Her hair was dark brown and in a pony tail. Her make-up was dark, and she looked quite dangerous actually. I didn't say anything, pretty sure she still didn't want to talk, and emptied my bag on my desk. I let the mouse walk onto my desk and looked at it for a while. It stared back at me, not sure if it had to run or not. Suddenly someone was hovering over me and I looked back into the girls dark eyes.

'Ain't that Sparky?' she asked with a slight Irish lilt. I grabbed the mouse before it could run and looked at her confused. 'Sparky?' She nodded, still inspecting the mouse. 'Ye met the Henderson brothers recently?' She asked. I laughed at that, 'You mean it's their mouse?' She nodded, 'Yep, I'm pretty sure it's Sparky alright.' I laughed again, slowly shaking my head.

They were pranksters. I had known the moment I saw them, but now my suspicions were confirmed. I was still shaking my head when suddenly I got a great idea. I looked up at my roommate, 'Tell me, what would you say if we would give them what they deserve?' She seemed to like the wicked tone in my voice and grinned, 'I'd say let's get started.' I nodded and got up to look for a box or something where I could put Sparky in. When I finally found something I put some holes in the lid and put it on the box. I put it on my desk so I wouldn't lose it.

I looked at my roommate again. 'Do you know the Henderson brothers well?' I asked her. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged, 'I guess.' I rephrased my question. 'Would you go to them if you found out that something had happened to Sparky.' She smiled wickedly and just nodded. 'Good..' I muttered, already having an idea in mind of what we could do. 'My name is Emily by the way' I said to her. She grinned and extended her hand for me to shake. 'Nice to meet ye, I'm Deborah.' We shook hands and started talking about the plan I had. When we had all the details she was grinning, 'Let's get this started.'