A/N: Sorry if it's short, I'm trying my best. Anyway here's chapter 2! R&R

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Max's Pov

My first period class was Spanish 2 with Ms. Martinez; Angel showed me the way even though I knew it already. She was in that class as well, but she told me to walk in ten seconds after her. Why? Because if I was seen with her that'd drop my 'status', like I give a damn. I'll be gone before they remember my name. But she kept insisting so I shrugged, promising to go in a little bit after her. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. I mentally counted to ten before following in suit.

The class was warm, with decorations covering the bland white walls. The lights were turned off, the only light was the warm glow of the sun through the windows. The desks were in an odd order, scattered all over the classroom. There were bean bags in the corners, and no teacher's desk, just a stool in the front of it all. The woman sitting on the stool had curly auburn hair with chocolate brown eyes. She was wearing jeans with a shirt supporting cancer. She turned to me and smiled brightly.

"WELCOME!" She said and I felt everyone's eyes on me. I swallowed a little; sometimes it was hard to remember who to be when you're talking to such a nice person.

I smiled, "Hi." It was short and sweet, but not giving anything away. She pointed to the board and I followed her finger. On the white board it read:

WE WILL ONLY BE SPEAKING SPANISH IN THIS CLASS. THE ONLY WAY TO LEARN IS TO BE IMMERSED!

Oh fun. You may think it will be easy because I know Latin better than English, but they are still different. I could accidentally say something in Latin that meant something else in Spanish. Now I'd have to think before I act. I'm more of the "act before you think" type of girl; life's more fun that way.

"Siéntese en cualquier lugar!" She exclaimed, gesturing to the room behind her and I smiled nervously. Anywhere? That would've been much easier if I had shown up ten minutes ago when the room was empty. To make things worse that awful red-head was in this class. Her boy-toy sitting next to her.

"Muy bien, gracias," I replied, looking around before deciding to sit by the window next to a boy with strawberry blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and a goofy grin. I get the feeling I'm going to regret sitting next to him.

I walked over to him and sat down. He, loudly, scooted his chair closer to me, everyone's eyes on him. I got the feeling that that's the way he liked it. Ms. Martinez shook her head and hid a laugh.

"Tenemos un nuevo estudiante, la Sra. Maxilyn Batchelder por favor, ven aquí y preséntate," She said. I felt my heart drop when she said that. I hated intro's, because then I had to remember every freaking lie. I heard the red-head, Lissa, snicker at my name and I rolled my eyes.

"¿Tiene algo que decir, la Sra. Baxter?" Lissa's snickers immediately stopped and she looked up like a deer caught in head-lights. She quickly shook her head, her tamed hair becoming wild.

"Ya conoces las reglas, Lissa. Una risita, un bar de reírse." I muffled a laugh with a cough and Lissa sent me weak daggers that made me "cough" harder.

"Lo sentimos, eh. de garganta," I said, when Ms. Martinez raised an eyebrow at me. I didn't know the rules, so the rule shouldn't be applied to me until tomorrow. She agreed. She just nodded and looked back at Lissa.

"¿Y bien?" She asked, hands on her hips, no longer smiling.

Lissa nodded wildly, swallowing so loud that Australia heard her. "T-t-t-tomorrow, it'll be on your desk tomorrow." She nodded, but it took her one too many seconds to realize that she wasn't talking in Spanish.

Ms. Martinez smiled widely at her and shook her head, as if saying "tsk, tsk, tsk." "Lissa...you know the rules." Lissa sighed and had her 'whiny' face on.

"¿POR QUÉ?" She whined, but her annunciation was wrong, so it sounded like 'porky'. I looked over at the guy sitting next to me. I met his eye and raised an eyebrow, saying with my eyes 'what rule?' He wrote something down on a post-it and handed it to me. I looked at his messy scrawl.

If you don't talk in Spanish, you do push-ups. The amount depends on how many not-Spanish words you said.

My mouth formed an 'O' and I suddenly really liked this teacher. She was strict, but fun, and she enforced her rules. She didn't just make up something and let you get away with it. This here is a good teacher, annoying at times, yes, but still an amazing teacher.

Ms. Martinez crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Lissa let out an exaggerated sigh and got down on her hands and knees, her skirt riding up a little. I'm sure her boy-toy enjoyed that.

But I definitely enjoyed what came next. Lissa could NOT do push-ups, she failed at it, like she couldn't even get into the position without falling suddenly. We've been watching for five minutes and she still had all seven left. I would've finished those in seconds. Ms. Martinez shook her head, but I saw the way her lips were pressed together, not in frustration, but trying to hide a smile.

After another minute I looked down at my desk, tracing random patterns on the fake wood. I felt someones eyes on me and I looked up to see dark eyes staring at me. They looked like a dark brown, but I would have to get closer to actually see what color they were. He looked away seconds later, back to watching his suffering girlfriend. After a few more failed attempts Lissa fell onto the floor with a "Oomph!"

"Siete más, Lissa." Lissa glared at Ms. Martinez through her hair and she grumbled something under her breath before trying again.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I looked over to the guy next to me, he passed me a note and pointed to goth girl two seats away, a.k.a Angel. I opened it and inside it read:

Lissa is always causing Ms. M trouble. She's queen bee. Don't EVER mess with her. Hope your enjoying this little piece of torture, Ms. M is the only teacher that doesn't take Lissa's crap, but she's going to come after you. You shouldn't have laughed. I wouldn't be telling this if I knew you could handle it, but C's have temper problems, I'm going to TRY and help you, but if anything goes wrong...I'm out. I'm barely discreet now.

I raised an eyebrow at her and she pantomimed writing. So I got out a fresh piece of binder paper and wrote:

You're supposed to be hiding? Weird, I thought it was just the C's? What happened that I wasn't informed? And thanks for the help, but you really don't need to. It'd be nice...trust me it would be, but if I'm hurting you in any way, or makin gyour life hard then you have every right to leave.

I folded it up and handed it to the guy, he just rolled his eyes and reached over the girl next to him, giving her a flirtatious smile that she didn't return, and gave it to Angel. I looked back at a struggling Lissa when another paper dropped onto my desk. It wasn't Angel's perfect handwriting, it was the boy's messy scrawl.

Already befriending the wrong ppl, babe. You should really think about who you're hanging out with before you hang out with em.

I rolled my eyes and glared at him. I wrote on the back of that note:

What are you trying to say? That I can't have any friend I want? And don't call me 'babe' that's stupid.

He chuckled at my note and I looked over at Angel, she hadn't replied to my note yet. She met my eyes and gave a discreet shake of her head, her eyes telling me that we would talk later. I suddenly remembered how she didn't want me to walk in with her. And then her saying that she's barely discreet now? What was that supposed to mean? I tried to remember everything that I knew about this town:

-An unnatural fire burning down half the town

-A park in every neighborhood

-Two high schools

-Two elementary schools

-Two junior high schools

-A shopping center

-A seperate mall

-A bordering half the town

-A hill that th epublic can climb

-Unnatural events happening...

Wait, unnatural events happening, an unnatural fire? That's what witches are... unnatural. We tend to let our emotions take over, and if she was suddenly super mad then she could've possibly set a fire... But she seemed so innocent... Then again most of us witches did. But emotions usually take over and they change you, they make you do stuff that you regret.

A/N: I'm sorry for any mistakes with the Spanish, I'm using Google Translate and my sister is freaking out over it but can't figure it out, so I'm just going to apologize now.

Here is the Spanish, it's in this order:

Sit anywhere!

Okay, thanks.

We have a new student, Ms. Maxilyn Batchelder please come up here and introduce yourself.

Do you havesomething to say, Mrs. Baxter?

You know the rules, Lissa. One snicker, one snicker bar.

Sorry, er. soar throat.

Well?

WHY?

~.Dream Beyond Infinity.~

Quote: "Keep calm and fly on"