Monday morning, Tom and I had 2nd period Chemistry and 5th period Latin together. I had 3rd period English with Ana and Vivienne, and Morning Maths and 4th period World History with Bill- who was still sore at me about our argument in the clearing.

After Friday night, the rest of the weekend passed uneventfully. I steered clear of the fields, but Saturday night Tom went back out again, trying to get a picture of one of the 'Doppelgangers,' as we had dubbed them. I warned him that he was tempting fate with his boldness, and he promised me he'd give up. If they didn't come looking for us, why should we go looking for them?

After Maths, I waved goodbye to Bill and shuffled slowly down the corridor to Chemistry. I wasn't looking forward to learning about compounds and mixtures while Perkins breathed down my neck. Especially not with my head so full already of monsters and dead men.

I got to the Chem lab just as the bell rang signifying the start of class. I scurried to my seat and flung myself down next to Tom. I waited for the tardy notice Perkins was likely to give me, but it didn't come. When I finally looked up at the board, I realized Mrs. Perkins wasn't there. In her place was a young woman with black hair and rosy cheeks, smiling at the rows of students with her hands clasped in front of her. I turned to Tom in shock and he grinned.

"What'd I tell you about Perkins, J? Gone by Monday." He leaned back in his chair with a self-satisfied smile. I rolled my eyes.

"You're such an ass sometimes Tom. How d'you even know that woman's our new teacher? Maybe she's a sub. Or a guest speaker, here to teach us about the wonders of protons or some shit like that." Tom snickered. Anita, the front-runner for valedictorian, glared and shushed us. I gave her the finger, but turned back toward the board all the same.

While Tom and I had been talking, the woman had written her name on the board- Pamela Marcheline. She cleared her throat delicately before speaking.

"Well hello there students! My name is Pamela Marcheline. You may call me Ms. Marcheline, or you may call me Pam if it makes you more comfortable. Due to a series of unfortunate events, Mrs. Perkins has stepped down from her position at Crosspointe. I am your new Chemistry teacher. Since I am new here, I figured we could take the first part of class to get to know each other a little better before we get in to the nitty-gritty of Chemistry. Why don't we all go around and say our names and something we are interested in?"

The front of the room droned through the exercise. The dazzling smile never left Ms. Marcheline's face. She looked like she belonged in a toothpaste ad. And a shampoo commercial, with her shiny black hair. I hated her instantly, in that jealous way teenage girls hate pretty women. Tom tore a page out of my notebook and scribbled something down before passing it to me.

She's really hot. I'd definitely like to get to know her better ;]

Ughhh. You're such a pig.

Whaaaat? I'm not a pig. I happen to have the same wonderfully svelte figure as my brother, just with better abs.

I'm not calling you a pig in that sense and you know it. There's something really creepy about her. She talks like she's out of a 50's sitcom. Who says nitty-gritty anymore?

Janine, that isn't called being creepy. It's called being a nerd, which most Chemistry teachers are. The only thing creepy here is that somebody that sexy decided to be a Chemistry teacher. She should be in Playboy!

At that I rolled my eyes and crumpled up the note. Tom tried to get another piece of paper out and write something else, but I smacked his hand. He gave me an over-dramatically wounded look, then we both turned our attention back to class.

After "My name is Anita Fry and I'm interested in astrophysics," it was my turn.

"My name is-"

"Janine Burr." Ms. Marcheline interrupted. The smile never left her face, but the longer I looked, the more feral and animalistic it seemed.

"Right, my name is Janine Burr, and I'm interested in movies."

"Good! It's nice to meet you Janine." She turned a little more so that she was facing Tom. "And that must make you Tom Kaulitz." He gave her his most winning smile and slouched forward. All of the guys in the room tittered, anticipating Tom's answer to the ice-breaker game.

"My name is Tom Kaulitz, and I'm interested in music." Everybody sighed in disappointment. I was frankly surprised he didn't say anything skanky.

"Well, it's nice to meet you too Tom. It's nice to meet all of you! Now, if everybody would be so kind as to turn to page 776 in your books, we'll be working on iodine reactions today."

We retrieved our lab equipment and set to work. Ms. Marcheline walked around the room handing out worksheets to each table. She lingered at our workbench, giving Tom and I her odd little smile. When she passed me our papers, I brushed against her hand.

Her fingers were cold and stiff, like a corpse's. I gasped. She walked away and Tom gave me a concerned look. I shook my head, mouthed Later.

There was something suspicious about Pamela Marcheline. I knew if I told Tom this, he'd just accuse me of being jealous and ignore me. I had to make him realize all on his own before he'd believe me.

I stayed after class, knowing that Tom would wait with me while I talked to her.

"What can I do for you, Janine, Tom?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"Well, I was just wondering where you're from Ms. Marcheline?" My voice was just as sickly sweet as hers. Her head snapped up, and her eyes burned.

"I'm Pamela Marcheline, age 30, from Villefranche in the South of France. I've always wanted to teach at a prestigious boarding school such as this." It was almost like she was reciting memorized lines. Tom looked bewildered. I kept up my questioning.

"Really? Villefranche? That's a long way from England. How did you end up here?"

"England. We're in England. Crosspointe Academy, surrounded by fields is in Winchester, England." She was starting to sound like a brochure. Tom got weirded out, and stepped in.

"It was very nice meeting you Ms. Marcheline. Now if you'll excuse us, we need to go to our next class."

"Of course Tom. I'll see you two tomorrow. Don't forget to do your homework." She smiled again, still that same, vicious-looking smile. I smiled back, but just before I turned away, it looked as though her eyes became reptilian for just a split-moment.

Tom and I walked down the hall together, saying hello to people we passed.

"That was really fucking weird, J."

"Yeah? I was hoping you'd notice on your own. I was trying to point you in the right direction."

"She seemed really…off. Shame she's so crazy, she's pretty good-looking."

"Didn't figure you for the inter-species type Tom." He stopped walking and looked at me.

"What do you mean?""Isn't it obvious Tom? Marcheline's a Doppelganger." He groaned unhappily.

"I was afraid you were gonna say that."

"Hey, you're the one who said you wanted proof to show Bill and the others. Proof just got dropped in to your over-sized pants my friend." We were stopped outside of my 3rd period English room now. The bell rang, but I ignored it and kept talking to Tom.

"Tom, she knew our names even before we said them, and I don't think that's a good thing. They aren't supposed to be able to leave the field right? That one Friday night didn't. So how did she get in here?"

"I don't know, J. We'll have to talk about this later though. We're late for class, and I have to head to the other building. I'll meet you at lunch. We're all eating in the Commons today." He turned around and walked quickly down the hall.

I wasn't sure I could handle much more of this other-worldly crap. I sighed and walked in to my classroom, mentally steeling myself for the battle that lay ahead: convincing Bill we were right about Ms. Marcheline.