Here is chapter two! Hope you guys like it. I'm attempting to slowly fade this story out of the high school drama mode… hopefully…

Thx goes to Cyberthief, Tina Tissue, TheEspadaSisters and KiwiLombax15 for the reviews on chapter 1!

Constructive criticism greatly appreciated!

Lombaxes are owned by Insomniac

It was almost 5 in the morning, and I barely slept. The letter had me intrigued. Why? Why would my science teacher have anything to do with the guard? Why was such an important document given to a teenager?

Must not be that important. Maybe she forgot to hand in some paperwork in or something minor like that…

Deep down though, I had a much more sickening feeling.

That letter was a serious issue. Maybe it's one of those death letters. When there is confirmation that a lombax in the home dimension is dead… I shuddered.

Reasons to give such a document to a teenager... There couldn't be anything else.

For the sake of Ms Jasin, I hoped she was unorganised for once…

Knowing there was no way I was going to sleep; I hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I really needed to freshen up before going to school. I had to be careful though; the floors creaked like anything due to the home cooling technology under it. I didn't want my family to wake up and then have to face my mother's fury.

The bathroom sink was a calming idea. I needed to think this through in case Ms Jasin burst into tears when she opened the envelope. I needed to brace myself for the worse and I didn't want to end up crying in front of my peers. What better way to clear my mind then with freezing cold water?

I walked into the clear white bathroom and lightly balanced myself on the sink. I glanced up and saw my reflection glanced back at me.

And that's when I thought of something completely off topic.

Am I really that bland?

….

Breakfast soon arrived and I was at the table with my father (as usual) and my brother was bounding around the place (as usual). My father seemed really uneasy at breakfast. His usually calm eyes were darting left and right and his right hand kept brushing over that shotgun in his belt. Even my bossy mother seemed quieter than usual. Usually she would be screaming holy hell at my brother and me to get ready for school. She wasn't even complaining over the fact that I'm wearing a short purple skirt and a denim jacket to school. (Over my usual white shirt, of course). How I got away with it? I don't know.

While mum was dealing with my brother in the lounge, my father and I were left alone in the kitchen. He calmly reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of Gligar root tea. That's when I asked my dad a question that kept me up last night.

"Daddy," I said innocently, grabbing his attention.

He looked at me funny, knowing I was up to something, and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" He asked, with a tone that seemed to be as confused as his face.

"Why is a message from the guard being delivered by a teenager?" I asked quietly. Blinking a few times for extra measure, when I need info from my dad I just played the part of daddy's little girl. Hasn't failed yet!

He sighed. Knowing he was defeated, then answered the question in a calming tone. "That science teacher of yours has hated the guard since she came to this dimension." I looked at him with quizzing look. "You, being a smarty pants science student, are one of the few who she may actually accept and read a letter from with the guard's symbol on it. You even have a chance of her forgiving you…"

Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. He was willing to let my grades drop to get a piece of paper to my science teacher. Lovely…

He sighed… again. "Just play dumb and act like you know nothing about the guard and you will be fine," he said, waving a hand in the air to add emphasis to the sentence.

I leaned my head to the side and smiled sweetly. "What guard?" I said innocently.

My dad gave a cocky smiled, shook his head and muttered, "That's my girl."

…..

School was as it usually was. With crowded hallways, doodles on the walls and multi coloured lombaxes. I can't stand any Lombax that doesn't have their natural fur colour, which was all of them. Except one, and it works for him because he is gay. His name is Hidan. He is very easy to find. Just stand at the front entrance of the school and pretend to look for him.

"MORNING ARADIA!" screamed a lime green lombax. He was running through the hallways to give me one of his legendary bear hugs. Hidan was gay, yes, but the awesome type of gay when they embrace their sexuality. Therefore, he never gets teased about it because he's never admitted he was gay while in a relationship with a girl. So, all girls respect him and guys try to respect him. Yep, he's awesome.

"Hey Danni…" I squeaked. "Breathing…"

He quickly dropped me and began to fuss. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you badly…" and I zoned out until he calmed down, then laughed.

"What?" he asked, now looking confused.

"Nothing," I told him through a stack of giggles. "What's first?" We shared the exact same timetable as our classes are the same this year, makes the last year so much easier.

"Omniversal," he said bluntly. "You know the useless yet romantic language class?"

He hit it on the dot. Apparently it was custom to be fluent in the Omniversal tongue in the old dimension. It has such a smooth and strong sound to it that you could just listen to the teacher speak it all day. (Think of a mix between Russian, Italian and French)That said teacher (a lady by the name of Mrs Olden) has declared it is worse when you get someone who actually has the accent right. Makes a hormonal girl wonder what the accent actually sounds like… Makes me wonder if I should stop wondering about this particular language…

"That's great!" I told him. Then I remembered the envelope. Hidan gave me a look that clearly said 'spill it'. So, me being me, I spilled it, with sprinkles.

"I need to see Ms Jasin about paperwork," I told him, enough information to be truthful, and enough information to be deceitful.

He stopped giving me the look and sighed. (What is it with people sighing at me today). "Go now while you have time. Class doesn't start for another 20 minutes. I'll save you a seat." He flicked his tail towards the science labs. "You know she never leaves F block."

"Thx, Danni. You're awesome!" I told him before quickly running down the hallway.

I bet you any money he was shaking his head depressingly with a look of mourning in his eyes as if I Ms Jasin had already killed me.

…..

Ms Jasin's lab was easy to find. Just look for a door that looks as if it has been blown off more times than it should have been. I had the envelope in my hand and was holding it as if it was my death sentence. Because, technically, that's what it was.

I took a deep breath. Ms Jasin wouldn't literally kill me. She just has a tendency to blow off at my particular year group… With that thought in mind, I knocked.

"Who is it!" yelled the rather annoyed voice of Ms Jasin. She must have been sleeping…

"It's Aradia, mam!" I quietly spoke back. My hands were starting to shake now. Get a grip Aradia! She is just a teacher!

The door opened and Ms Jasin leaned up against the doorway. She didn't appear as annoyed as I expected her to be. Luck seemed to be on my side today.

"What is it," she grumbled, giving me a cold hard stare. The one she gave every student that came to her door.

I pushed the envelope in towards her and murmured, "Dad said to give this to you. He said it was important." I looked down at the ground and let her look at it.

She looked down at the letter in my hands. Her gaze softened after a while and she took a deep breath. "Come on in," she said, gesturing with her head and walked back inside. I followed obediently.

I have never actually been into Ms Jasin's lab before. As far as I'm aware no one has been. It was like a normal lab. Coloured formula's bubbled in glass tubes. Strange chemicals were stored in glass containers on the shelves, all neatly lined up and labelled in alphabetical order. The blackboard near her desk was covered in formulas and diagrams. Her desk was covered in papers, mathematical equipment, strange objects and lots of pens and pencils. But the one thing that struck me most was the picture on the desk. It was an older picture, no doubt, but in it was a younger Ms Jasin, a handsome, dark orange male lombax in a high ranking engineering uniform, stood next to her with his arm around her. They were both lovingly looking down at; my heart skipped a beat, a baby boy, asleep in Ms Jasin's arms. The boy had features from both Ms Jasin and the other lombax. He had the other lombaxes face and Ms Jasin's fur colour.

I looked up to Ms Jasin and (thankfully) noticed that she appeared to be looking spaced out and didn't mind me looking around her territory.

She breathed in again. "Pass it here," she whispered. Her eyes maintaining their distance look. I gave her the letter, glad to have the annoying thing away from me. Holding on to it with both of her hands, she stared at it for a few moments before hesitantly opening it up and taking the letter out. She began to shake, like I had earlier.

"Aradia," she said, keeping the letter upside down. I looked up at her. "You're a lucky student, being able to keep your head on straight in the company of the idiotic generation you were born into."

I gaped at her in wonder and amazement. Was she praising me?

"I need someone to be with me when I read this. Aradia, I want you to promise me that whatever my reaction, you won't tell anyone what happened here. Not your father, not Hidan. It stays in this room. Can I hold you to that?" Her voice sounded helpless and desperate as tears began to form in her eyes.

It had been a death letter.

I slowly nodded. "I promise," I whispered.

She flipped over the letter. I gazed at her face for the long moments it took her to read it. A tear ran down her face as her gaze went halfway down the paper, her breathing starting to go heavy. I felt so sorry for her, she looked so helpless. For those few moments, I saw the real Ms Jasin. The really strict, science teacher that is the cause of fear to most other lombaxes in my generation, the woman holding the baby. She was starting to sob.

But, what happened next shocked me more than what I could ever imagine. Her face, once looking as if she just witnessed a murder, changed drastically into something that appeared to be a mix between absolute happiness and shock horror.

She then yelled, tears of happiness now falling down her cheeks, "How the hell did he survive!"

There you have it! Chapter 2!

A little bit longer than chapter one, I think it flows better too.

Next chapter, Who is he?

Constructive criticism greatly appreciated!