Totally Important disclaimer: I don't own Professor Layton or any of the game's characters. If I did, the games would totally suck. Oh and animecutie610's prediction was correct, but you'll learn more about that in this chapter, and the chapters in the future. Oh and the reviews really do inspire me. Thanks~

"My goodness! George, stop this instant!" he yelled as he ran towards the fight. But right before he could reach him, something bizarre happened. Even Luke himself wouldn't have believed it if he wasn't right in front of him. Something happened, that no one in the room could have even imagined.

Almost dreamlike, George soared up in the air, like a bird taking flight. He flew high above everybody's heads, and suddenly, his arms moved up and down, mimicking a bird. Mr. Eddie stopped running. Everyone had their mouths agape. It was unreal. Although his movements were bird-like, his face was full of fear.

"AH!" George screamed as he moved around, trying to stop hovering. Only then did Luke realise that George wasn't flying. He was being carried; carried by an invisible hand. He didn't resemble a bird, but a puppet being pulled on his strings. He was being controlled.

Luke jumped up and tried to help the boy who had just hurt him. Unfortunately, he was too high, and Luke could only skim the sole of his shoe. Luke grabbed his hand and screamed in pain. Somehow, in some way, contact with George made an electric-like shock skim through his whole hand. All anyone could do was watch.

George stopped floating up, and flew to the wall. He hit the wall with a crash. He screamed and grunted. He flew up to the ceiling, and then he face planted the ground. He continued crashing into different sides of the room, wailing and writhing. And, finally, George had enough. He burst into tears and shouted for mercy. He cried and cried for the crashing to stop.

"I'm SORRY!" he cried. Then, abruptly, he stopped in mid-air. He gently flew to the ground and dropped when his feet touched the floor. Mr. Eddie ran towards George and all the other kids ran out of the cafeteria. Luke wasn't quite sure what had just happened. Although, in all of its peculiarity, he felt safe. He felt like he had someone watching over him, when no one else helped. He felt like he had a guardian angel. Luke was alone in the room, excluding a consoling Mr. Eddie and a sniveling George. Luke gently got up, and left the lunch room.

Luke stepped into his classroom as all the other students looked at him. The other children's eyes followed him while he walked to his seat. This confused Luke beyond all belief. Was it because he came in late? Or is it just a thing they do with new kids? After a while, they stopped looking, and Luke felt calmer, but still bewildered. Kyle then turned and whispered to Luke.

"Dude, that was awesome!"

"What was? The thing in the lunch room?" Luke whispered back.

"Yeah, dude! How did you do that?" Kyle had an impressed look on his face. Luke was horrified. Did Kyle really think that he did that?

"I didn't do that!" Luke yelled. Kyle put up his hand, as if to stop him from talking. Some kids in the class looked their way, but others were too absorbed in their own conversations.

"Dude, you don't have to act all innocent. We all know you did it. And it was EPIC!" Kyle said. Everyone thought he did it? But…but that was impossible. He didn't do it, and he wasn't sure who or what did.

"Why in the world do you think I did it?" Luke asked, desperately.

"Man, isn't it obvious? He was beating you so you gave him some of your flying voodoo magic or something," he replied, "Most kids here think you're a freak for it. In fact, I've heard some kids name you "The Class Freak". But I think your flying powers are kind of cool."

All of a sudden, Mr. Eddie came in looking quite concerned. He was not followed by George, which made the class look quite concerned. The room was filled with jibber jabber over their classmate.

"Class, please forget about what happened in the lunch room today. The school will… work it out. Please try and focus on today's lesson," Mr. Eddie said. As he went on with the lesson, not one of the students listened. Their minds were filled with different scenarios of how George was flying, or where he was now. Luke, of course had other things on his mind. In a town where he was new and different, he felt even more atypical then he ever was before. He was now labeled The Class Freak.

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The bell rang and Luke jumped out of his seat. He left the classroom as fast as he could. He didn't want to be confronted by any of the other students or even Mr. Eddie. He didn't want to be reminded that he was different.

He slowly opened the big double doors of the school's entrance. The soft breeze kissed his face as he stepped out of the building. He closed his eyes for a second and remembered one soft spring when he, Flora and the professor went on a picnic. The ducks were out near the pond that day, and the professor let Luke and Flora feed them. He liked that day.

The duck had just told him about her day, when someone bumped into Luke. Luke stumbled forward but he was able to catch his balance.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Luke yelled. The girl who had just bumped him had looked back and her eyes widened in surprise. The girl… The girl! It was the girl that George had been bullying in the cafeteria! Luke hadn't seen her in class and he was wondering if she was okay.

"Hey, it's you!" he yelled again. The girl turned around quickly and started running. Her dark hair fluttered in the wind. Her legs moved fast, and her shorts were moving fast with them. Luke was taken aback, and started chasing after her. Why was she running?

"Wait! Hold on!" Luke screamed, trying to get the girl to stop. All she did was turn her head, but she continued to run. Luke was still following her.

Suddenly, she tripped over a rock, and fell to the ground. She skidded on the floor for a moment while she shrieked. Luke finally caught up to her, and knelt next to the hurt girl. Her knee was scraped on the ground and she was bleeding. As a gentleman, it was Luke's duty to help her. The girl tried to get up, but Luke prevented her from standing. He took of his satchel and looked for the first aid kit. He pulled out a few bandages, a cloth and some alcohol.

"This will sting a bit," he said as he placed the alcohol drenched cloth to her knee. The girl winced, but didn't say a word.

"Back in London, my old mentor taught me how to treat a wound," Luke explained. Again, the girl said nothing. Luke placed a bandage on top of her scratch and helped her up. "Why were you running? I didn't see you in class, I was just wondering if you were okay. Is it because you think I did that to George? Because I didn't, I swear!" Luke blabbed all at once. The girl looked at him, and for a moment he thought she was incapable of speaking.

"I know you didn't do that to George," she says.

"What? Really?" Luke was pretty shocked by her response, "How are you so sure, I mean, everyone else thinks I did it."

"Hm… Oh w-well," she stutters, "I don't know. I guess I can just tell if someone is a nice person."

"Well, thanks for trusting me," Luke replies, "Well, I'd better get home now." Luke looked around and realized how foolish he was. He was unfamiliar with this town, but he had still chased that girl. Around these houses and small buildings, he knew that he was lost and had no idea how to get home.

A/N: BUM BUM BUM. Here is a long chapter, since I neglected to update for a few days. Sorry, high school applications and graduation things are happening during these moths, so I might not update as much as I want to. Thank you for READING!