Okay that kind of escalated. The actual real Supernatural story is going to begin in this chapter, I didn't know chapter 1 would end up going on so long...

Chapter 2: Lisa

"Is something wrong?" Sam asked his headmaster as they walked down the corridors together. "Did my family call or something?"

"No. Why would they?" Mr Elson opened the door to his office and entered; Sam followed, heart beating fast. Sure, he'd only been here a month...but he had still never been called to the office before. The headmaster sat down in the big leather chair behind his desk and gestured for Sam to take the one opposite.

"What's wrong?" Sam said. "Sir?"

"I assume you are aware that there is a large quantity of graffiti on your locker," Mr Elson said. Sam nearly sagged over the desk in relief. Was that really what all this was about?

"It was someone else's before, I didn't write any of it, I promise."

"Oh, yes. I understand. It's just that we take cleanliness very seriously here, and as you know we do locker cleanup every few months."

"Um..."

"Well, the caretaker was scrubbing yours earlier this morning and noticed that it appears to have a faulty lock as well. It popped open while he was cleaning it."

Why is he telling me this? Sam wondered. This is bizarre...

"Oh?" he said politely.

"He found something in your locker, Sam," Mr Elson said, his face deadly serious. And he reached beneath his desk and came out with an object Sam recognised immediately. His heart sank.

It was a knife, and he had put it there himself. His father insisted that both his sons always had a weapon of some kind on them at all times...he stared up at the headmaster and realised that he was lost for words.

"We have a very strict weapons policy here at Fareville High," he said quietly. "Turn out your bag."

Sam felt his heart sink, if possible, even lower. There was another knife in his bag, just a Swiss Army Knife, not a big, deadly pocketknife sheathed in leather like the one Mr Elson had found-but it was still a knife. Slowly he lifted his backpack onto the desk.

"Is there anything in there you want to tell me about?" Mr Elson asked him. Sam nodded silently, reached inside and pulled out the penknife.

Mr Elson nodded slowly. "Now, Sam," he said seriously. "I am willing to bet that you were not going to use either of those on school property. I know that you would not hurt anyone. But you must understand that I cannot let this go."

"Sir-" Sam said with an effort. "I just have them. I wouldn't..."

"I know. I'm going to confiscate both of these and if you want them back you will have to get one of your parents to come in and see me. You understand?"

One of your parents...huh, if only he knew...

"Yessir."

"And I'm giving you two hour's detention here tomorrow night as well, as a warning. If anything like this happens again, Sam, I will have to consider expulsion."

Sam nodded fast. "Yessir. It won't happen again."

"I hope not. You'd better go back to class." He turned to his filing cabinet, and Sam stood up and moved to the door.

"Thank you, sir," he said, and then left as quickly as he could.

Thank God he didn't have his gun on him...

He was heading to meet his friends at break, since the lesson was already over, and he was just on the stairs hurrying towards the locker hall when it happened. Suddenly Eva Mason was standing provocatively in front of him. Like she'd appeared out of nowhere. Startled, he nearly dropped his bag, and had to fumble to catch it while she laughed.

Eva was unanimously voted the hottest and easiest girl in class. She was head of the cheerleading team and had it all going for her-the hourglass figure, the blonde curly hair. That wasn't to say Sam exactly liked her, as she'd never talk to someone like him anyway, and she tended to be kind of mean, but when you were the geeky new boy and someone like that just appeared in front of you what could you do?

"Hey, Sam," she said in her high, sweet drawl. Sam smiled back uneasily, shoving his hair out of his eyes.

"Uh-hey?"

"Haven't really met you since you got here, huh?"

"I guess not..." She licked her lips and her smile widened as she saw his confusion. She stepped forward, backing him into the wall.

"Why'd Mr Elson wanna see you, Sam?" she murmured. "You been a bad boy?"

"Uh...no..." He stepped back again and his legs hit a chair strategically placed in the way. Startled he fell backwards over it, crashing down on the floor. Eva giggled and the sound was echoed by her team of identical friends who pushed out of the shadows at that moment. Sam felt like an idiot, felt his face go bright red.

"I guess not," she said sweetly. "Sorry, Sam, looks like I'm just too good for you." And she turned on her heel and flounced away, leaving Sam to struggle up from under the chair, cursing all cheerleaders straight to hell.

Chris and Alec, his friends, were deep in conversation by the lockers when he finally approached.

"Hey," he said to herald his arrival. They both turned.

"Hey, you got outa there alive! What'd he want?"

Sam shrugged and opened his locker, scanning the mess inside for his Maths book and still fuming about Eva. The knife was not there, its absence suddenly scarily conspicuous. He hadn't been unarmed away from home for years and he was surprised how unsafe it made him feel. "I...I left my, uh, penknife, in my locker." He grinned, trying to make it sound like something any teenage boy could do. "Got a detention tomorrow, is all."

Dad's gonna kill me...

"It's kinda obvious you're new here, y'know," Chris told him. "Elson's crazy about the weapons thing, isn't he, Al? Al?"

Sam turned. Alec was staring fixedly at the wall of the locker hall, an expression of bewilderment and ecstasy plain on his face. Chris grabbed his arm.

"Alec, what is it?"

"Look!" His friend grabbed his arm and pointed into thin air. "Look, Chris, it's her, it's Lisa! She's over there!"

Both Sam and Chris looked-there was nobody there. Alarm bells were beginning to ring in Sam's head.

"Alec," he said slowly. "Who's Lisa?"

"Her! There! In the red!" He started forwards and Chris grabbed his arm to hold him back.

"Dude, there's nobody there! Stop messing around!"

"Let go of me, she's..." His smile faded and his pointing finger fell. "She was right...there..."

"Oh, is she gone now?" Chris said, voice layered with an odd mixture of concern and sarcasm. Sam slammed his locker shut.

"Who's Lisa?" he demanded. Alec was still staring at the opposite wall in puzzlement and dismay, so Chris answered.

"She was his girlfriend," he said in an undertone. "Actually Mr Hughes' daughter, too. Before Christmas, before you arrived? They were crazy about each other."

"What happened?"

Chris lowered his voice still further. "She killed herself!" he whispered. "Slit her wrists in the school basement. People think it's cos she'd been warned she'd fail the year but Al thought it was his fault. He was really torn up about it..."

Sam stared at Alec in shock. The thing was, he had seen this sort of thing himself so many times...but how could it be happening here and now? What were the odds? He stepped closer.

"Al," he said softly. "Are you sure it was Lisa you saw?"

Alec turned back to him, grey eyes burning with passion and sorrow. "Yes," he said vehemently. "She was wearing the red jacket I gave her. She looked at me. She was really there, Sam! Only, she...she just...disappeared..."

"What, just like that?" His heart was pounding. What if...was there any possibility...

Alec nodded mutely, then finally spoke again. "Yeah. Like...like smoke in the wind."