Do not own characters, story will get better I promise.
Fiona Phillips sat at her desk and tried to will the minutes to pass. She hated Chemistry, but it
was part of the curriculum for public school... so she bit her pencil and bared it. Almost two
months after leaving the tour and opting for a "normal life" Fi was already beginning to regret it.
Who was she if not ... tracking ghosts, spirits, righting wrongs? She simply wasn't herself. But
she had made a promise to herself to attempt a normal life, in order to spare her family the pain
and embaressment. And she was going to try and make good on that promise, at least until the
end of the semester.
Fi couldn't help but wonder what her family was up to. Traveling around the country, meeting all
sorts of people... if was official, she was depressed.
Finally the bell rang and students filed out of the classroom. She entered the crowded hall and
looked into the placid faces as they passed carelessly. None made eye contact with her, except
one. A tall blonde boy, walking down the hallway, just like everyone else, but he was staring
directly at her, at first she blushed, but then, after thinking about it, noticed something was too
strange about this encounter. He passed by her. Fi turned around and watched him go.
"Hey, watch were you're going!" a stranger's voice said as he bent down to pick up the books
Fi had caused him to drop.
"Oh, I am so sorry." She said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. You?" Fi helped him gather his books. "You know, most people look in front of them
when they walk, it kind of lets them know what's in front of them."
"Yeah, you know, I've heard of that."
"Don't practice it much though, huh?"
"I don't make a habit of it if that's what you mean."
They stood there awkwardly.
"Yeah, well, again, I'm real sorry about bumping into you." Fi said and tried to walk away gracefully.
"What's your name?" the boy said.
"Fi. F-Fiona."
"Well, Fi, maybe I'll bump into you again sometime."
"Yeah." She said and continued walking. A big smile on her face.