AN: Here it is! The second chapter! I'm still only new to this website but I realized that I can't reply to your reviews without pming you so I thought I'd just answer your guy's questions here!

Yes! The Benedct's will make an appearance in my book! Hopefully within the next few chapters! Yaaay! It will be mainly Zed and Sky, and Yves and Phoenix.

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Disclaimer:

Any characters from the book Finding Sky that are used belong to the amazing Joss Stirling. Any other characters are my own:)

CHAPTER 2

Friday. The last few days had seemed to drag on forever, reminding me of the things in my head I needed to sort out. My mind was like a whirlwind of thoughts, realities, memories, premonitions that was getting harder for me to contain and make out what was real and what I had made up. If I didn't do something about it soon Id go crazy and scream. That really wouldn't be a good look in a classroom full of students.

Back in England I had been the popular girl in school, but here in Stonington High School I was the shy new girl who sat at the back of the class waiting for everyone to leave first before I made my exit. This particular day I was not feeling myself and raced out of the classroom as soon as the last bell rang. After getting a weird sense that there was someone at the edge of my mind judging every thought that went through my already chaotic brain I had wanted to leave right away. I'd never had this feeling before and it was scaring me. It was like someone was sitting just outside a garden fence watching as I tried to organize my garden (brain).

Just as I spotted mum's white Toyota at the pick up spot outside the entrance I collided with a tall,dark haired, fierce looking boy. He can't have been much older then me but his rough features made him look about 20.

"Watch it!" He blurted, as school books went flying.

An annoyed expression flashed across his face when he realized how aggressive he had sounded.

Geez macho man, don't get your nickers in a twist. I thought to myself.

He looked down at me with an amused expression, eyes laughing. I hadn't just said that out loud had I?! How embarrassing! I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Sorry" I managed to say, dropping down to the ground in a hurried attempt to gather my books so he wouldn't see my flustered face.

"Make sure you look where you're going next time." He said as he stalked off to the far end of the car-park, picking up his earlier act of intimidation.

It was plain for me to see who I'd just run into after I had got into the safe haven of mum's car; Jasper Black. He was the schools bad boy. Rumor had it that he was also top of all his classes. How he managed to do that when he skipped so many classes made me wonder about him. He was the oldest out of two siblings, his younger brother in the year beneath me. How had I not noticed Jasper before? He had rough but sharp features, with dark eye brows and matching hair to die for. There was no mistake he was definitely the hottest boy in school. Just thinking about him made my spine tingle.

"Get a grip on yourself, Brielle. He's way out of your league and you just don't date guys like him." I told myself.

"Brielle? I'm talking to you?"

Mum had been talking to me but I had got lost in my train of thought again.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

She rolled her eyes much too used to my wandering brain.

"How was your day at school,honey?"

Going over everything that had happened today I decided not to mention the weird goings on in my head that had made me uneasy all day and the weird confrontation with Jasper, so I stuck with a short answer.

"It was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary."

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Once we pulled into the driveway of the old, worn, tired looking house my parents had bought, I mentally prepared myself for the usual goings on in the Campbell household.

Being the youngest of seven siblings made me a target for teasing from my three older brothers, Cairo, Finn, and Luca.

Though we were from England, my whole family had white skin except for Ava and I. We were the fortunate ones with already tan, olive skin. Dad told me it was from Mum's side of the family as they all had olive skin.

I made a plan to go straight to my room after greeting everyone, but Finn stopped me.

"Hey squirt! How was school?"

Every since I was 3 he'd loved calling me that even after telling him to stop. But that's what brothers are for right? Calling you silly names? I let the annoying nickname pass this once.

"It was fine." I replied, giving him a quick smile as my mind screamed "FAKE".

Even though the smile wasn't genuine, I didn't want him to get it into his head that there was something on my mind and that my day had not in fact been "fine" and I was not fine. Because even though Finn annoyed the hell out of me, he had a protective streak that would come out whenever he thought I was hurt or not feeling myself.

Finn looked at me with a questioning look.

"I'm fine. It was fine." I sounded a bit desperate now.

His left eyebrow flew up as I made a mad dash upstairs to my room before my face could let off any of my real feelings.

An hour later there was a tap on the door and Ava, number 3 in my siblings, opened it and popped her head around the gap. Everyone in my family had a special soft spot for this particular family member.

"I'm not bothering you?" she asked, seeing my homework sprawled out in front of me.

"Not at all."

I snapped closed my Algebra book, glad to have an excuse to have a break.

She took that as an invitation to join me on my bed sitting next to me so we were both staring at a painting I had done when I was four. Mum insisted I kept it and hung it in my room when we moved house.

We sat there for about a minute just taking in the innocence of the picture with a little girl holding her mums hand. I remembered the day I painted it. It had been my first day of preschool, and I had not wanted mum to leave me there with all these strange people. The only way she was able to "escape" was to sit me at the paint table and give me a piece of paper. I sat there the whole day painting pictures of my mum and family.

Ava was the one to break the silence with her pleasant voice.

"How are you Brielle...like really? We all noticed you didn't take it so well when we said we'd be moving and you've been acting out of character ever since."

I wanted to say that I was alright, that I just had to get used to everything, the change, the new school, the people. But to my utter astonishment I found tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't bring myself to tell her what had been going on in my head the passed week, so I just sat there and let the tears slip down my face.

Pulling me to her side she wrapped her arms around me and placed a sisterly kiss on the top of my head like she used to do when I was just little. That only made me start sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shh,shh..It's ok" she murmured her comfort into my hair.

I knew she was the only one I would be able to talk about my problems with and her not judging me. I pulled my head away from her shoulder where it was resting and looked up at my loving sister who had always been there for me despite the age gap of 6years.

"If I tell you will you promise to keep it between us and not think I've gone psycho.." I whispered through sobs, almost too quiet for her to hear.

But she had. Heard I mean.

"Shhh of course, sweet. I promise."

I didn't say anything at first, but I knew I wouldn't be able to take it any further. This load on my shoulders. It was too heavy, and I was beyond relieved I could lose some of it by letting the words that had been caged inside my head free.

"I'm scared.." I finally admitted. "I'm scared I'm going crazy. Since we've moved here, I've been hearing voices. In my head. Throughout the whole day today It was like I felt a presence on the edge of my mind. Watching my every move. Judging me. Am I going crazy? What's wrong with me..."

What I had said brought a chilling silence to the room. Unspoken words seemed to float around her, like there was something she knew and wasn't telling me. The Ava I knew had drifted off on a train of thought. As if she was mentally preparing herself for an explanation but not being able to find the words.

"Ava?.." I whispered.

My sister shuddered and pulled me closer. What was so difficult to say that left Ava speechless? I wondered. I pulled away from her and shifted so that I was looking straight at her. Her eyes were different. Scared? Sad? I couldn't tell...but one thing I did know was that I couldn't stand this silence anymore.

"Ava. What's wrong? Do you think I'm crazy? Is that it?" I said loud enough for her to hear for sure.

"There's nothing wrong with you. You're completely normal." She smiled sweetly at me, the Ava I knew showing through again.

"Then what's wrong?" I wasn't going to let her off no matter how much she wanted to ignored my question.

"I have them too." She said quietly. "The voices. I hear them all the time. Like someone's on the phone with a friend and I can hear both sides of the conversation without them knowing."

This time I was the one to become silent. Not so sure anymore if I had really wanted the truth when I asked her about my situation.

Letting a sigh escape her lips Ava tried the best to explain what was happening. What was wrong with me. Well, what she said was "right with me".

"Do you know what savants are, Brielle?"

A nod was all I could answer with.

"I think after I tell you what I'm about to say, you'll think

I've gone crazy."

"Ava.. If it's going to help me get through what I'm going to I promise I won't think you're crazy."

"Here goes nothing," Ava sighs. "You and I. We're savants."

Ok...as strange as it all sounded, it kind of made perfect sense in my not-so-sensible head.

"You..You're not surprised...?" Ava looked at me with a questioning look.

Oh boy was I surprised, but finally I felt sure of something. Like it was the only piece of information that helped me believe in myself again.

Seeing as I wasn't saying anything, Ava took my silence as a bad thing.

"Brielle, I know it sounds absolutely stark raving mad, but I promise you it's true. You know I would never lie to y.." I cut her off before she could finish.

"No. Believe me I'm surprised, but even though you've just told me this I feel like I've known it forever..."

We both sat in silence again, but this time I didn't mind the silence. It was comforting.

My whole life I had never felt like I had fit in with my family very much. Ava the only exception and now I knew why. Well at least I think I did.

"But if we're both savants...doesn't that mean our parents would have to be savants as well?" I regretted it as soon as I had said it as a sudden realization came to me.

"Mum and Dad...neither of them look like me...or you...Ava?" I said her name with a squeal as new thoughts flooded into my brain about being left under a bramble bush in a wicker basket like some random episode of "Brambley Hedge".

"Mmmmm..I'm sorry Brielle. Mum and Dad took us both in when we were very little. They don't know I know", There it was. Confirmation that my thoughts had not been far off the truth, "and they can't know. Okay? They can't know what I've just told you."

Wow. Okay, what? Now it was starting to make crazy sense. I didn't look like my "parents" and neither did Ava. I had always felt like I didn't fit in and that was because I didn't. I needed time to process this or I would do something I regretted like storm downstairs and confront my parents, which really would not help with the situation.

"Where are our real parents? Who are our real parents? Why did they leave us..let us go?" The questions were flooding my mind leaving me to drown in my despair.

"Ava? Would you let me just figure this out on my own for a bit? I need some space." Reluctantly, Ava got up and headed to the door.

"I'll explain more later. There's so much that you have to be told and so little time." With that she left, closing my door silently, leaving me to wonder about everything she just told me. I needed to get out of the house.

So I too got up, and stretched my legs, shaking out the cramp in them I hadn't even noticed was there.

I trotted down the stairs to the living room, trying to act as if I hadn't just been told that my parents who weren't actually my real parents had lied to me for 15 years. I put a smile on my face as I came into view of my "dad", Finn, and Sienna all sitting on the couch watching the rugby. All Blacks vs the Lions, I noted as I walked behind the couch, hoping they wouldn't notice me as I headed to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Great. Finn had noticed. I should have guessed he would.

"For a walk." I replied trying my best to sound casual.

"Since when do you go for walks..?" Ugh ok now he was getting on my nerves.

"Since today." I glared at him.

"It's getting dark, hon. Don't be long ok?" Now my dad had joined the little conversation. "and don't forget your phone!".

This time was one of the rare occasions when I had not in fact forgotten my phone, but oh he knew me so well...how ironic as I found that I knew nothing about him.

"Got it." And with that, I left to go on my walk.

*To be continued*