I felt something kicked the back of my chair and was startled awake. How could I have been dreaming of him? Seriously, Sam?

"Miss Doyle?" the sharp British accent cut through her like a knife, slicing the dream out of my working mind and cramming in a new image of fear into the hole that was left. "Can you tell us the answer please?"

"Cleopatra?" I answered, meekly, shrinking down in my desk.

"Wrong," she stated, and turned around to little-miss-goody-two-shoes. "Can you tell us the correct answer?" Now he was even getting me in trouble from God knows how far it is. Great. I hated history.

Jay smirked in my direction. "Queen Elizabeth," she stated, still looking straight at me. Her nose still had a bandage on it. She had refused to take it off, saying that if she had her nose wouldn't heal properly. So now, her voice took on an even more nasally tone.

Instead of laughing at her for the bandage, I decided to hide behind my oddly colored hair.

And the class went on, Jay answered almost all of the questions. I slumped further into my desk until I was sure that I would fall off the chair if I so much as breathed.

And then the bell rang.

Finally, school was out. Bella rushed up to me, giving me a worried look.

"Are you alright? What's wrong? Should I get the nurse?" she bombarded me with questions, hooking her arm through mine and dragging me out of the classroom. When we were about four hallways down, Bella smiled.

"I'm. . . fine," I answered slowly. "Why?"

"I don't think that you really wanted to spend any more time than necessary with the beast," she smirked.

"Oh," I said after what felt like an hour. "Thanks for watching my back."

She only nodded as we started walking again, now down a spiraling staircase.

"Me and Carrie were going to have some tea in the study," Bella stated after we reached the bottom of the stairs. "Care to join us?"

"I'm not really a tea type of girl," I said, making a face. "I was just going to walk around the grounds for a while. See what's around here." I looked outside. The sun shone in through the large pieces of glass, and I found myself drinking it in.

"You alright?" Bella asked, and I was snapped out of my daydream. Those seemed to be unusually common now a day. "For a second there, I could swear that you were glowing." Her beautiful face was twisted into a mask of confusion, horror, and wonder.

"People don't glow, Bel," I laughed, walking towards the doors. "I'll be outside if you need me."

"Don't go too far," she called after me. "There are dangerous things in those woods."

I ignored the warning. I wondered what would happen if I ran away. Run away from this school, from this life. Just run. So I did. I ran into the forest. I ran about a half a mile before stopping. How was I going to find my way back? The sky shone a bright orange. The sun was setting. How was I going to get back home now?

"Great job, Gabi." Was I really talking to myself? This was pitiful. "Now we'll never get back, and we're going to starve out here."

"What happened to you?" I heard a familiar male voice. But it was different, now. It was British.

"Sam!?" I whipped around, looking for the face to the voice.

There was no answer. I wasn't going crazy, was I?

My eyes saw something move in the trees. The familiar scent of a woman only a month ago with me lingered on the trees. "Mom?" I asked the forest. I could see her face, her smile, her hair as red as mine! And then she sprinted into the trees. "Mom!" I sprinted after her as far as I could. I was getting more and more lost by the minute.

Something stopped me, though. Well, I sort of ran into something. No, someone. The male figure whipped around to face me quickly, hand on a holster by his pocket. Sam!

I couldn't even talk. What was Sam doing here? Maybe I was going insane. He was so different. Yet so much a reminder of the past that I could not undo. So much of a reminder of the words I never got to say to my mother. A reminder of the life I wanted back. I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Since he was most likely only out of my imagination, I felt no embarrassment at my weakness.

"What are you doing here!?" he yelled at me. Why was my imagination being so mean? And why was his voice British. The Sam I knew wasn't British. England was playing horrible games with my head. "You shouldn't be here!"

"I shouldn't be here!" I yelled back. "I'm not the one who should be in school halfway across the world right now!"

He was silent for a few seconds as I crossed my arms across my chest, taking a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, seriously.

"Not in the slightest," I answered, brushing my hair away from my face and resuming my position. "You're not even real."

And he laughed. My imagination was laughing at me. I felt rather insulted. He was my imagination, right?

My fingers acted of their own accord, reaching out and pinching his arm.

"Hey!" he looked up confused at me. "What was that for?"

"Are you real?" I asked, looking around the trees. Had my mother been real, too?

His face turned serious as he looked me over. "Gabi, don't get involved in anything, okay?" he stated. "Do not follow the light."

"What? I'm not dieing, Sam," I laughed, overjoyed and slightly creeped out that this actually was Sam standing in front of me. And it was Sam making jokes non-the-less.

"You'll know what I mean soon enough," he said darkly.

"You're not the Sam I remember," I said softly. "What do you mean?" I was sure that he was real. Sure enough, at least. Sam didn't act like this though. A thought struck me. Sam wasn't a violent person either. He didn't carry around a gun or knife or what ever the hell was in that holster.

I took a step back. "Who are you?" I snapped. "I'll scream, I swear I will."

"People change, Gabi," Sam's eyes grew cold. Those lovely warm eyes froze over. And now they watched me. "Sometimes not for the better."

"You're the complete opposite of who I knew back home!" I said, louder now, backing up as he walked towards me. "People don't change that much." I looked him over one last time before racing through the trees, my hair quickly falling out of its once neat ponytail.

"Gabi!" Sam was chasing me. And pushed myself faster, but my foot soon found something to trip on. The ground raced toward me.

When I didn't feel the impact, I started to yell. A hand came down on my mouth, and I realized that when that hand came down, I dropped a little towards the ground I had almost hit. Someone had caught me? Sam had caught me. I struggled to push the stranger away. I did not know this Sam.

"You don't breathe a word of this to anyone," he threatened.

I bit him and struggled some more.

"Think about it, Gabi," Sam held his hand firmly in place, "Which one of us will get in more trouble for being out in the middle of the woods while they're supposed to be at church?"

I stopped, now majorly panicking. Was he stalking me?

"Not a word," he hissed again, before letting me go.

And I was gone, running away to wherever I could. After what seemed like hours I saw the large castle of a school in front of me again.

No more sunny day adventures for me. Not while I was here at least.