AN: For those of you who don't know, and are just now jumping into this, this is the sequel to America's Child (also written by me). I strongly suggest you read that story first, otherwise you will be terribly confused for a long time.

Also, for those of you who do know about this story, and read the previous one: IM SO SORRY! I've been so engrossed in school that I've had no time until now to actually write! And in a week I'll be leaving for a three week vacation (I'm so lucky...) and I'll have to leave this story behind (seeing as where I'm going has no computers and I can't bring one [grrrr...]) Ahhhh!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story! Please review and add some suggestions so I know how to improve my writing and meet my audiences needs! I don't know what to change until you guys tell me!

Chapter 1

Note: Italics are thoughts

Year 2058 (45 Years after America's Child takes place)

Avery sat on the rocky shores of her island, Avery Island, legs covered in thick jeans to keep the bitter cold of the salty wind at bay. Her sea green eyes were focused intently on the tide pool below her; she was watching the sea cucumber roll around in the bottom of it. Locks of honey blond hair whipped across her face as another gust of wind propelled them, stinging her eyes where the salt stuck.

It had been a week since she had last seen her father, England. Over the summer, she switched every week which parent she stayed with; this way each parent felt like they were equally taking care of her while still staying in their respective country to help run things smoothly. Each Saturday morning she flew to her country in the middle of the Atlantic so it would be easier for the other parent to fly there and pick her up. Of course, every chance her parents got, they spent visiting Avery on her little island full of birds.

Now it was England's turn to come and pick her up.

Avery signed. Despite coming to her island every week, she spent very little time on her own land; she did her schooling on her parent's mainland. This was why she cherished the summer and the little moments between her parent's visits; she loved to just sit on the rocks and watch the sea crash against the jagged rocks making up the majority of the island.

Behind her, she heard the distinct swish of helicopter blades and knew England had come to get her. She stood up, dusting the grainy rock from her jeans and began the climb up to the landing pad.

Stuffing her numb hands into the pockets of her green jacket, she took the final step up to the landing pad. England was already waiting for her, leaning casually against the body of the helicopter, arms folded neatly across his chest.

Upon seeing her, a soft smile broke across England's face, lighting up his eyes in the way Avery knew her mother loved. She returned his smile back to him, though with eyebrows raised. She was swept into his warm embrace, and she breathed into the familiar scent of his body; peppermint, rain, and a hint of burnt scones. She signed into him, gently prying his arms from around her. She gave him another quick smile before climbing into the helicopter, sliding the door shut until it clicked in response to the lock.

England settle down next to her, preparing for the long flight back to London, and the main estate that Avery liked best.

Closing her eyes, Avery mentally summarized the crappy week she'd had at school. She'd just finished her freshmen year of high school, and this was the first day of her summer break. Avery knew the flight to come would be very quiet, and she welcomed it. Avery liked the quiet flights with her Father, despite how drastically different they were from the music prone and chatter box trip her mother enjoyed. She wouldn't tell England about her week until after they were home.

Briefly remembering a few of the "highlights" of her week, Avery internally cringed. The seniors of her high school seemed to anonymously decide to give Avery hell this week, almost as a last "Hara!" of torture for her. Avery knew they picked on her because they were jealous of her; she knew she was smarter than them, and so did they.

It didn't help that Avery took all senior or college classes, and only looked to be 13, when in reality she was 45 years old. High scholars didn't take kindly to younger students showing them up in college classes, especially biology and physics. Avery was filled with joy and dread at the same moment. Avery loved both biology and physics to no end, and she was a genius at both, but the older students at her school always seemed to be infuriated with her presence.

Even though Avery tried to lay low on their radar, she couldn't help but point out when they did an equation wrong, angering them further. Whenever she tried to help them fix the equation, they became even more frustrated, and Avery didn't understand why. She was trying to help them, why were they getting angry with her?

Avery signed again in defeat. She didn't mind getting bullied, she was never physically abused or anything, it was just the cold feeling that they gave her. It didn't help that the isolation left her friendless.

Every year she switched from a school in Britain to a school in America. She had just finished at the top high school in Virginia, so next school year she would be attending a grade school in London. Another reason why Avery was without friends: Switching countries every school year, and then every week over the summer made long term friendships rather difficult to maintain. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried, it's just that they were impossible to keep up, seeing as Avery never got to see any of the people again.

Suddenly a bright flash brought Avery out of her drowsy state. Sitting up in her seat she pressed her face to the glass window of the helicopter, hoping to get a better look at the shining object just at the edge of the horizon. Narrowing her eyes against the bright light of the fading sunset, Avery could just barely make out the shape of a disc-like object falling just short of her island. Avery's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat; thanking the lord the rocklike object didn't hit her island. She saw the colossal splash of the object as it sank to the bottom of the ocean, sending rivets of bubbles up to the surface. She whirled around to show England, only to find him fast asleep in the seat next to hers.

With a gulp of disappointment, she swallowed her question and sat back in her seat, resorting to tell him first thing after he woke up.

I'll for sure hear about it later, Avery thought. It'll be all over the news.

Author's Note: So...? Please tell me how it is! I know some people who have been expecting this story for a while (sorry) and I need your feedback! If this story is complete BS, you must teach me how to improve it!