No one's POV

Seven years passed, and now 12 year old Bill was just starting his first day of 7th grade. Even after all that time, he never forgot about that night so long ago. He didn't think Tom did either because of the way he looked at Bill whenever he would get upset.

While Bill was standing at his locker reminiscing, the bell rang for the students to get out of the hallways. Bill grabbed his books and made his way to his homeroom.

Bill POV

'I wish my locker was closer to Tom's'

Once the staff found out about Tom and I fooling around in the hallways and making plans to skip class together, they split up our lockers.

I got to class just as the late bell rang.

'Just made it'

I looked around the small classroom. Everyone seemed excited about something, I just didn't know what.

We could do almost whatever we wanted in homeroom, so I looked for my small group of friends. When I saw them, they were all gathered around Gustav's desk. I walked over before the teacher saw me wandering near the front of the room.

The first thing that happened once I got over there was Tom shaking me and yelling. I was far too deep in shock to register what he was saying. I broke free of his grasp.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we're getting a new student!"

"Oh, really?" 'Great, another person to completely hate me'

Tom must have known what I was thinking because he frowned at me.

"Dude, that twin thing is freaky"

We laughed and turned to our best friend Andreas. He was about 5'8" with dull blue eyes and platinum blonde hair.

"You would understand it if you had a twin"

"Well thank god I don't, I have enough siblings."

I wanted to ask, but I decided not to. I heard everyone else talking about the new kid and I chose to listen in. Most people were saying the same thing so I settled for listening to Ubel.

"Dude, I bet this new American chick is gonna be hot!"

That got my attention. I've never known an American student to transfer here before. They could usually afford to go to one of those big, fancy schools.

"She's American?"

"Yep," Andreas smiled at me, "straight from the east coast."

I pretended to know what he was talking about and I nodded my head.

Just then, the teacher came in and put us all in our seats for the rest of the year. I was in the middle, at a table all by myself. Typical. Then, the teacher made an announcement.

"By now, I'm sure you have all heard about our new student from America. I'm not sure if she speaks our language, so I want you all to be nice to her, okay?"

We all agreed and then we heard a noise. There was someone trying to open the door. They knocked 4 times and we had to tell our teacher, who went into the closet, that there was someone there.

She walked over and I felt my heart pounding as she turned the handle to open the door.