Chapter 1

It was in the middle of December, for crying out loud, snow was everywhere and the wind virtually howling, knocking small items off the ground, and hurling papers everywhere.

"Come on, Dad." I felt my bottom lip shaking from the cold. He's so dingy and sometimes, I honestly believe he lacks common sense. There goes another theory of my birth.

"One second!" He shouted across to me.

Dad…blindfold…birthday…good? A few seconds later, with my legs itching incredibly, Dad finally unmasks me to the best gift ever…the complete guesthouse. One step closer to actually moving out.

"Dad! Are you serious?"

"Lets go inside to talk about it, no?"

It was completely redecorated, no more plain white walls. Power pinks, and fluffy pillows everywhere. "Um…I'm very grateful and all, Dad. But…this looks like a kid's room."

The grin started to go away, "Oh…I thought--" "No, no, no, no. It's great. I mean…how did you know I liked pink and fluffy stuff? Mind reader." I smile brightly. The things I do for parents.

It was a few seconds before his came back on his face, "…Just skill, I guess. Oh, by the way, with this new place to stay, even though it's in the back yard, it's yours. You have a lot of privileges now, young lady. But since you are technically still under my roof, you live by my rules, okay?"

Still a goof, but definitely stern, "Yes, Dad. Of course."

"Okay," he scooted up in MY chair, "These are the no-no's. You are a young adult, of course. But since you are not of adult age, there is no leaving the house at all hours of the night, or coming in at all hours of the night, okay? No loud music, no excessive "friend" visits, no unauthorized parties...just live like you lived before." Seems simple enough. We sat and talked for a few hours, until he finally left. He figured I should get use to my new home. I can't believe it. My very own place. Equipped with almost everything. It's lacking a kitchen, but I'm not complaining. A mini frig would do the trick. Tomorrow, after school, I have to move my stuff in, and tell everyone the good news.

As with every new home, it brings the problem of sleeping. For some reason, I just felt paranoid. Like someone was going to break in, or do something while I was asleep. So, I slept inside the house until it was time to get ready for school. Dad didn't even come to wake me up this morning, which was a good and bad thing. Normally, I'd sleep through a freaking earth quake, let alone an alarm clock, so him banging on the door and slapping a wet towel on me was miracle working, but today, I didn't need his help. Every thing went perfectly this morning, my hair even looks better when I'm in such a platinum mood; my skin glowed, and my clothes seem to fit better. I actually had to wake Dad up so he can take me to school, today…is going to be epic.

"Good job. I didn't expect you to ace the pop quiz I gave Friday." Mr. Opine said, with a smile. I swear, whenever he smiles, I smile. Whenever he's happy, I'm happy. Ugh, teenage girl crushes on 32 year old man. Typical. In the middle of my dazed stare, the intercom came on, "Mr. Opine?"

"Yes?"

"Would you please send Allison Ito please report to the main office in the central wing."

When I arrive into the main office, and Mr. Johnson, our principle, was waiting for me.

"There you are, Allison. Remember the volunteer service you signed up for last month?"

"No."

"Well, we'll remind you." We sat in his office, at his desk, "Allison, last month you signed up for a program which you aid foreign exchange students whenever they need help, or people to talk to. You and your friend, June, are to take care of a students under this program."

"…But I only know two languages." I didn't even think before I said that, it automatically came out.

"Do you think I would be calling you to aid them if you couldn't understand them? They are all the way from Japan, make them feel welcome around the school. Take them to events, help them with homework if they need help, or even try to get involved after school." Everything made sense, but somehow, I was so confused. I had so much stuff to do at school. This would probably mean cutting my media classes, or worse. After almost 20 minutes on finally getting Mr. Johnson to give me 2 credits for a whole semester, we had a deal.

"Here they are." Mr. Johnson said opening the door.

Two kids were standing there arguing, "The ONLY reason I used my Spirit Gun was because--"

"Shut up, Urameshi, you'll give away what Koenma told us not to!"

"You shut up, now look who's giving--"

"Ahem! I understand you two are new students, but I'm sure that screaming in the hallway wasn't an accepted rule." Mr. Johnson said firmly, "Now, this is Allison, she will be your student aid for the semester." Spirit Gun? "…Sooo…what's a Spirit Gun?"

They were not really in this chapter, I know. And I apologize. But, I personally don't like things similar to one shots and whatever. Read and Review. Constructive criticism is accepted, flaming is not.