(Thanks to zackt2010, A Mosiac Masterpiece, Pastaluver999 and jamesss for the reviews! Right, I lied. I'm getting into this story alot so I'll be updating every two days instead of four. Good news for everyone. Also, this chapter, and the two after, will be introducing everyone (I split it into three so that it wouldn't be boring. Hopefully it's interesting. Anywho, read on!

"Why do you come to this school again?" Samuel Jenkins asked as he and Dominique Elizabeth walked across the car park two hours before the school was due to start. Both were Senior's at 17 although that was likely one of two things that they had the same. The second thing was that they both loved figure skating. The feeling of gliding across ice, spinning and performing in front of live crowds, it made the both of them feel amazing after a performance. Dominique and Samuel were unlikely partners, although they were great at their craft.

Samuel was from a poor background, although not to the extremes. His mother generally got the main form of money from working at one of the big mainstream supermarkets, while his father got a lower sum of money from working as a taxi driver. Money was on the brink of being not enough. They could buy breakfast, lunch, and dinner but that was about it. The rest of the money went into bills or Samuel's figure skating. They actually were quite happy about Samuel doing such a daring activity and praised him, so it didn't matter about the money.

Dominique on the other hand was a from a rich family. Her father was actually one of the highest authorities in New York, with very good ties on changing the city. He was also popular, generally making well supported decisions. He had the money that, with a click of her finger, Dominique could ask for anything she wanted. Figure Skating for her was purely for the competition. Football and Rugby, that was more based on luck. She wasn't really into music or computers or track sports or anything like that. Figure Skating was all about the ability and the choreography. You knew that any mistake was either yours or your partner, and you accepted that fact.

It was only in personality and history they were different though, it was also in appearance. Samuel was average though generally referred as 'pretty' due to his natural long eyelashes and naturally rosy cheeks. Dominique was a perfect athlete. She had curves in all the right places, a smooth stomach and unflawed face. Heart-shaped lips covered a naturally white smile, while her icy blue eyes showed the pure determination in her mind.

"Daddy doesn't want to make me different from anyone else, and I'm glad of that." Dominique said as she adjusted the hair band making her silky black hair into a ponytail. "I mean, why should I got to a private school? No need to really. This school is good enough for me thank you very much."

"You don't deserve such a crappy school as this though." Samuel said.

"Who deserves anything these days." Dominique said, opening the doors of 'Greythorn Public School'. It was a multi-purpose school, from kindergarten all the way to Seniors.

"True." Samuel said as they traversed through the empty corridors. Dominique's father had arranged with the head teacher for the two to practice choreography in the gym before and after school for two hours. They went to the ice rink in the evenings when it was specially closed for them.

As they walked, they passed the janitor, Elliot Spikey. Elliot watched the pass with a small glare, before going back to mopping the floor. He was a janitor merely because it was an easy job, plus he wouldn't be discriminated against for his beliefs or look. Students merely glanced at him and that was all. Mind you, Elliot was a scary man anyway so he could've done something else if he felt like it. He stood tall, the tallest adult in the school. Elliot's dark brown eyes were covered by shaded glasses while his figure was thick and menacing. However, it was his deep and hoarse voice which but the cap on his overall image. Never joking or discriminating, never sharing a smile and never insulting Elliot was only serious and that was all he knew. The only other emotion was every evening to prayer for his mother.

Elliot put the mop in the bucket and shut it in the doorway, turning the key to lock it. The big man strode down the hallway, passing one of the physical education teachers with barely a nod.

Kris Thomas was a new teacher, only coming to Greythorn the year before. At 22, the girls though he was handsome. African American with lighter skin than most with dark brown eyes and a lean figure, Kris was perfect 'eye candy' for the girls. The boys looked up to him. He was practically their age, and was very enthusiastic about his job leading to entertaining sports sessions. While he mostly perfected in basketball, football and baseball, Kris enjoyed many other sports like swimming and tennis.

'Always freaks me out...' Kris thought to himself as he glanced back at Elliot. 'Can't people have emotions anymore?'

"Sir! Hey, sir!"

Kris looked up to find a student rushing towards him. "How can I help Jessie?"

"What time is the graduation ceremony again?" Jessie Colons asked. Jessie was a quiet boy who did well in class in exams. Not a genius, but likely to go into a good future. He likely did so well because he wasn't drawn into the gangs and cliques of high school because of his attitude, or rather, his history. After a major accident a year before, Jessie had turned from talkative and a smoker to distant and calm.

"In two hours or so." Kris said. "Why are you here so early?"

"Well, my dad had to go to work early, and my mum's away for the week so I had to come here early. Also... I wanted to see my brother on my own."

"Ah, I see." Kris nodded and patted Jessie's shoulder. "Just be careful of pranks. Trust me, when I graduated, goddamn, it wasn't fun."

"Sure." Jessie smiled and walked away. He was one of many who liked Kris and his almost comradely behaviour.

Jessie continued walking until he was outside one of the finely cut lawns. A whole collection of chairs had been set out, along with a podium set for the speech by the head teacher. Also was a large black stone coming from the ground with a golden plaque. It was here where Jessie headed and kneeled down. He stared at one name: Adam Colons.

"Finally graduation brother." Jessie said with a smile. "I'm sorry you're not here to enjoy it with me. I've upheld my promise to give up smoking. Haven't touched one since the accident. You know, I always ask myself why you were never lucky enough to be those survivors, but then it hit me. You were lucky not to survive. I mean, the accidents the survivors got into... as bad as it sounds I'm glad you died relatively quickly. I'll place a rose later when we honour the other students. See you around Adam."

Adam Colons was Jessie's twin brother. The two shared looks but had different personalities. At the time Jessie was more rebellious while Adam was very 'straight-edge', he didn't approve of Jessie's smoking habit and constantly sought to help his brother out. Always said that smoking will be the death of him.

Adam had been visiting England on a trip for two weeks as an 'after-exam present'. Jessie would have gone as well but he had contracted the flu and had to stay. It was two days after that he got the phone call that Adam was involved in a major train crash and wasn't alive...

A single tear fell down Jessie's cheek, but he quickly brushed it away and started walking away to a more comfortable place to wait for the school day to pass.