As I walked nervously down the unfamiliar school hallway, my new peers stopped and stared at me as if I was from another planet. Hushed whispers erupted from every corner,

"Why is an American here?"

"....I heard she killed someone."

"Her outfit is SOOOO uglyyy!"

My face turned fifty billion shades of red, I looked franticly about for an escape. Bingo! Open classroom! Rushing inside, I slammed the door. Do they not realize I can hear them?

For once in my life, Mom was wrong. She said I was going to have plenty of friends at this scottish school. However, the only friend I made was the old woman serving lunch in the cafeteria!

I comforted myself quietly, "Just one year in this stupid middle school then I can go to high school!"

Wait, that might actually be worse. Great.

"Leave me alone!" I heard a familiar voice scream from the hallway.

A spiteful voice replied, "No way ya little creep!"

Peering into the window, I gasped when I saw Tony being pushed against the wall. What kind of school is this?!

Throwing open the door, I demanded, "Let him go!"

Tony panted heavily as the bully freed him, "Thanks...Lizzi."

I questioned urgently, "What are you doing in my middle school?"

He cast me a 'duh' expression before replying, "It's a dream!"

Realization hit me right in the face. Before I had time to utter another word, I was brought back into reality.

Dad raised his voice, "Lizzi! Wake up!"

"Whaaaaaaaa?!!!!"

I blinked a few times to adjust my eyesight as Dad informed me, "You fainted. Have you been getting enough sleep? Are you eating right?"

Always like Dad to take things out of proportion.

"Dad, I'm fine. You saw me eat a half an hour ago. I must have fainted from the shock of leaving TOMORROW!" I rested my hands on his shoulders, shaking him quickly.

He simply chuckled before brushing me off, "Just be happy you won't be starting school TOMORROW."

That I am.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mom barged into my room the next morning, "Rise and shine!"

Before I could shout, 'Don't open the curtains!', they were already pulled apart making the painful light leak into the room.

"Get up you sleepy head." Mom patted my bare foot.

My words slurred together, "Fifghmoraminutes?"

Mom shook her head, "There's no snooze option today! We have things to do!

Don't ask how she understand what I said.

Groaning yet again, I whipped off my blankets and stood up. Mom was already in my closet, gathering up all my clothes and shoes.

Usually, I like do things for myself. However, due to the earliness of the morning, letting my mother pack my bags didn't seem that lame.

She shoved my white socks in the side pockets, "Can you help Tony with his stuff?"

I knew there was a catch.

Nodding, I dragged myself out of the room and into Tony's. There he was, sitting crossed legged on the floor.

"What chya doing?"

Tony jumped, obviously startled, "Nothing..."

I have him a stern look, "Tony..."

"Stop it, you sound like Mom!"

I smiled cheekily, "Then tell me what you're doing."

Tony sighed in defeat, "I'm drawing..."

"Drawing what...?" I encouraged.

Tony grinned innocently before answering, "Vampires!"

I teased, "Why can't you draw unicorns and ponies?"

Tony wrinkled his nose in disgust, "That stuff is for girls!"

Oh yeah, I forgot. Tony is still in the girls have cooties phase.

Gently taking his crayons and pad away from him, I stated, "We have to pack your stuff."

Tony frowned slightly, "I already did!"

"Oh really? Where are they?"

Tony simply pointed to the corner of the room. Glancing over, I saw a small bag full of toys and posters. Looks like he got everything.

"I won't need anything else."

Eyeing his underwear drawer slightly, I replied, "Trust me, you will."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Finally after practically tearing Tony's room apart, everything he needed was placed in his toy story two suitcase. Yes, believe it or not, Tony used to be obsessed with toy story before vampires.

Dad peeked into the room, "Everything alright in here?"

"Now they are." I replied.

Tony piped up, "When are we leaving?"

I added, "When did you start getting exciting about Scotland?"

"I'm not...just wondering!"

Dad smiled slightly, "You guys will love it in Scotland. The sites are beautiful. We're leaving in an hour."

I sighed and gave in, "Alright, alright. I'll give Scotland a chance. But Dad, you can never trust a brochure! The pictures in there are NEVER what they look like in person."

A/N: In the next chapter they'll arrive in Scotland, that's where the story will REALLY pick up.