Chapter 1

What Just Happened?

Azalea rubbed her eyes as she woke up from the weirdest dream she had had ever. She had dreamed she had been in Magic Kingdom and a dude named Wayne had talked to her about the DHI's. It just gave her a headache.

"Lea, get up!" her grandmother called from downstairs.

Azalea yawned, got up and got ready for another day at school. Her only real friend there was Amanda Lockhart. Azalea yawned again and trudged down the stairs to the kitchen of her grandmother's home.

"Finally, I was afraid I would have had to go get Morris to wake you up," her grandmother smiled. Morris was their golden retriever puppy they had gotten a week ago. He had the tendency to bite people's toes.

"I just had a weird dream, it was nothing," she shrugged," need me to pick up anything at the store?" I asked. My grandmother owned a bakery in town and I worked there on weekends and after school after I finished my homework.

"Nope, now hurry up before you miss the bus!" she laughed.

I kissed my grandmother on the cheek, patted Morris, and ran to the bus. I sat in an empty seat and watched the neighborhood disappear.

I met Amanda at the gym and we both went over to the field for gym class. Everybody tried to look like they were working out but nobody actually cared about gym.

"So how's your grandmother?" Amanda asked trying to make small talk while we were actually doing what we were supposed to do.

"She's fine, how's your sister?" I asked, doing sit ups. Before she could answer I heard 'oof' from behind me and stopped my exercise to meet crystal blue eyes. Finn Whitman. He was a DHI like me but we had never really talked at all.

Finn immediately started to go back to exercising and I turned back to Amanda. I shrugged and continued to try to do sit ups. Key word there is try.

After school I got off the bus at my grandmother's bakery. It was completely family owned and operated. I walked into the back room after saying hello to my aunt standing at the counter and started my homework.

An hour later, I walked out to the counter to relieve my aunt of her post. "Bye Azalea, I got to get home and make sure the twins are both in one piece," she said hurriedly, before walking out the door. She had twins five years ago with her husband, Brian.

I was cleaning up out front when the door opened, revealing Finn Whitman. He came in the door with a person I assumed was his mother. "Hi, how can I help you?" I asked. We were closing in five minutes and I was hoping they just wanted a few pastries.

"Hey, Azalea. Um . . . I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to go meet the other DHI's tomorrow."

I nodded and smiled. He smiled back," Great, see you tomorrow." I smiled back, gave him a leftover pastry, and promised to meet him after school the next day.