"Come on Lyra!" I heard a voice shout from down the path. Looking up I spotted my younger sister, by only a year, Alice ahead of me already at the school gates. She waited until I had caught up before she started rambling on as usual about all manner of things, from her maths class to mythology, books to boys and so was always hard to keep a conversation with her, she was always hyper.

We got to the building just as the bell rang signalling the start of the day. With a quick 'see ya later sis''' Alice skipped off to her first lesson. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, she always made me laugh. I checked my timetable: first lesson PE.

Good my favourite lesson, next to music.

Walking to the PE block to get changed, I felt someone drape an arm round my shoulder in a friendly manner, before the person looped there arm around my neck effectively putting me in a headlock and proceeded to fluff up my hair. When they released my I flattened my now messed up loose curls as I was greeted "Morning Lyra."

"Morning Tristan." I greeted my best friend in return.

"Hey, I was wondering," he began as we continued walking (he had the same class as me now) "If you wanted to hang out this weekend at my house, play some video games, kick my ass at every one…" he trailed off.

"I can't, I have training Saturday and my music practise Sunday. You know that."

"Can't you bunk off for one day Lyra?"

"I can't do that Tristan."

He pouted, his floppy blond hair falling over his forehead making him look like a sad puppy dog. I looked away trying not to laugh. He only moved back into my field of vision and fluttered his eyelashes with the pout.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." I said laughing.

"Yay!" he shouted over enthusiastically. "Now let's get to lesson before we are late."

He started to run but I easily sprinted past him reaching the building first and slipping inside making my way to the changing room. I changed quickly into my white PE shirt, black running shorts, and my special running trainers. I scraped my long blond curly hair into a ponytail, pinning it in place.

When we were called out onto the field the room emptied, most slow and reluctant. Me, not so much. The girls and boys classes were together today as we were going to be doing cross country through the forest like grounds that covered the back of the school field. We always used this for running as it was better than just running laps of our field. The teacher explained that they had marked today's course, if you finished a lap you started another one. The teachers would be running as well in case anyone got in trouble.

The whistle was blown and we started I jogged off into the forest following the marked out track. I was fine for a few minutes until something caught my eye: there was a man in the forest walking around looking slightly confused. I was curious as to who he was so I kept one eye on him and one on the track.

Making sure no teachers or other students were around I hopped over the barrier that marked the course and began to follow him my curiosity getting the best of me. Sneaking through the trees, being as quiet as possible I hoped he wouldn't see me. He was a bit strange looking; he had on posh suit pants, not exactly suitable for traipsing through a forest, with a white shirt and a checked red jacket from which I could see the glint of a gold chain of what I presumed was a pocket watch. I was right as a moment later he pulled out the watch, looked at it before swearing to himself. "I'm going to be late again." He muttered and walked faster. I followed him round a corner, past a wide tree and stopped dead when he was nowhere in sight.

Suddenly I felt hands on my back and was shoved forward into a wide hole I was sure had not been there before. As I felt myself begin to fall I twisted around. He was behind me and had been the one to push me. I reached out to as I fell hoping this was a joke and that he would give some kind of help. Instead he laughed and jumped disappearing into the void of the hole as I continued to fall (he fell faster as he wasn't flailing about trying to catch himself on the sides).

I whizzed through the air and screamed. Everything was moving so fast around me but I saw on the walls of the hole what looked like cupboards and bookshelves, the contents floating around me, suspended in the air. Various other house hold objects fell as well including a grand piano which I was sure would hit me but just as it was about to it stopped and floated back up playing a small tune by itself as it went. I fell for what felt like hours but could have only been mere minutes until I saw the bottom. I braced myself for impact but instead of being splatted on the dirt I crashed through it into a tiled room.