A.N. Hey guys, I know I am rewriting parts of the previous chapter, but I feel that it's important, and even necessary, to show the scene from the other character's point of view. I promise that this trend won't continue for the entire story, only for the first few chapters. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

Sophia looked around and saw that most of the kids seemed rowdy. She would just be happy to sit there quietly and read, or maybe even study. She didn't particularly love studying, but her dad had her do math beyond her grade level, and she found that she was good at it. Sophia was glad that math was first, because math was her favorite subject. As she was looking around the room, her eyes rested on a boy with dark brown hair, which clung to his scalp a little shiny and sticky with grease, stormy gray eyes with streaks of alternating dark and light gray within the irises, thin, chapped lips with peeling scabs, and a pale face, which seemed to be marked with a couple of bruises. She noticed the book in his hands, though, and smiled, glad to know that she wasn't the only studious kid around here. At her old school, she had been the smartest person, and while she liked that, she sometimes wished for competition. She turned around, not wanting to be caught for staring. She pondered over that boy, though. Why does he have bruises on his face? Sophia wondered silently. And his lips look like there was blood before. He seems like a nice, quiet boy, and he doesn't seem like he picks fights with people. Do people pick on him because he likes reading? I'll have to be careful around here. I have no idea how I got here, it doesn't look like anywhere in Ohio, and it doesn't seem like a nice place. Oh, I miss home!

Math class was really easy for Sophia. She answered all of the questions correctly, even the hard ones that the teacher obviously threw at her to trick her."Ha! I feel smart!" Sophia thought. She noticed that the teacher had a weird accent. Now that she thought about it, so did all of the other kids when they talked. Hmmm... Sophia thought. At the end of class, she decided that she wanted to talk to the quiet, dark-haired boy. She figured that he would be the best person to try to befriend, since he wouldn't make fun of her for being studious like the others could. At the end of class, she went up to him and held out her hand.

"Hi! I'm Sophia!" she said, and smiled. The boy took her hand and shook it, but his face showed no hint of a smile. If anything, his face had a calculating look on it.

"I'm Tom Riddle," the boy replied. Why is he all doom and gloom? Sophia wondered. She decided to say something to break the silence, since she was a loud and talkative girl who found silence awkward and uncomfortable.

"So, the math class was pretty easy, wasn't it?" She asked.

"Yes, it was," Tom replied. "I already knew everything that we're learning since last year. I've taught myself more than the teachers have," he said smugly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. My dad taught me math beyond my grade level, and it was pretty easy to get the hang of it."

"You know, I haven't seen you around before. You also have a strange accent! Where are you from? How did you get here?" Tom asked. Sophia wasn't sure, but his voice seemed to have a demanding edge to it. She was rather surprised at his random turn of the conversation, and taken aback by his tone.

"You could've asked that in a bit of a nice tone, you know," Sophia replied. "Demanding it like that makes me not want to tell you. And besides, I don't have a strange accent; you do."

"Sorry," Tom replied politely. "I was just really curious that you ended up here, at this orphanage, and I didn't even notice. And I beg to differ about the fact that I have a 'weird accent'."

"It's okay," Sophia said cheerfully. She then became a little bit serious."But wait, I'm at an orphanage? Honestly, I don't know how I ended up here. I fell asleep in my own bed last night at home, and this morning, I woke up to find myself in one of the rooms with three other girls. I want to go home, because I'm pretty sure that I'm not an orphan, but I don't know where home is. Oh no! What if I really am... No! But that still wouldn't explain how I ended up here. I don't even know this place. I've never seen it in my city."

"Where are you from?" Tom asked.

"Mayfield," Sophia replied.

"Where's Mayfield? I've never heard of it."

"It's a city in Ohio," Sophia said.

"Ohio?" Tom asked. Wow, did this boy not know his states? Sophia thought.

"Hah! You're kidding! Okay, I'll go along with it. It's a state in the United States of America! And most normal people in the United States have accents like mine, so there!"

"What?" Tom practically yelled out of surprise.