Fencing, yesterday, was a breeze. My instructor said that I'm being to get really good and soon I might be able to use a real weapon and wear real armory. Today is the beginning of my new school. I choose blue jeans, a white top, black leather jacket and combat boots to wear and I put my hair up into a pony like I always do.

The school happens to be small and it's like a normal middle school except the exchange of students between classes, so all students stay together. The most uncomfortable thing about starting a new school has to be all the stares. I pass by many girls in my sophomore class and they all seem to stare and start whispering. The guys also happen to stare. I'm not sure why but they do and it's getting really irritating.

In homeroom, the teacher starts to call attendance. When she finishes the list, she looks up at me and says, "Stand up and please tell the class your name, age and something about you." Slowly, I stand, with all eyes on me.

"My name is Samantha Cambria. I'm 15 years old," I say and sit down.

"I also said to include something about you. Besides your name and your age," the teacher says.

"What else is there to know?" I ask in a calm tone. The teacher becomes annoyed and her dark brown eyes peer into my soul. An electric jolt shoots down my spine and I become alert because I've only had that feeling a few times before; before someone would disappear. I now know she has something to do with the disappearances but I'm not sure what. As of right now, I may as well do what she says, even if I don't like her, at all. So I stand back up and sigh.
"My hair is black, my eyes are green with flecks of brown, my favorite color is yellow and I don't like being stared at." I sit back down. Telling them basic information was all I had to do so I did. After homeroom, we were scheduled to go to Biology. I take a seat in the far back to avoid all the stares. A boy around 16 with brown hair and blue eyes and about 5'8" comes up, smiles and sits next to me.

"Hi, I'm Alec. Alec Levy," the boy says. He holds out his hand and I just stare at it. Making friends was one of the things I hated doing in the past 3 months. Alec notices my hesitation and automatically takes out his book for us to share.

"So you don't like when people stare at you?" I shake my head. "Just to let you know, some of the guys think you're really pretty and they stare at you, making the girls jealous and then they stare at you." That gets my attention.

"Guys think I'm pretty?" I ask. He nods.

"If it helps, I'm one of them." He gives a shy smile and my mouth twitches up to show my attempt of a smile. Ugh, a boy thinking I'm pretty. This is bad timing considering the fact that I'm trying to find out what happened to my family. For the rest of the day, I try to ignore everyone. Especially Alec.

I get home and I run up to my room and sit in there and do my homework. In homeroom, the teacher, Mrs. Karter I think her name was, was really strange. The way she looked at me, sending those jolts down my spine. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. I could almost hear my dad's singing voice. You should come down here with me, to the place where we will be, singing our little happy song, until you figure out what's wrong. The way he sang "What's wrong,"… there was something not right. He was more serious, as if a mistake I could make would do something to my family and my friends. The question right now isn't "What could go wrong?" the question is "what isn't going to go wrong?"