Although they had been in this position countless times before, it all felt strange and foreign. The day had passed by in the blink of an eye, classes seeming to have no meaning.

Aris didn't even question it when Teresa followed him to his house, neither of them saying a word. It had been an hour since school ended, yet a word had yet to be spoken or were currently lying side by side on his bed, the lights off, just as they used to do five years ago.

'What's the flare?' Teresa seemed to be glad Aris had asked her, and relaxed a bit.

'It's a long story.'

'We've got plenty of time. There is no way I'm going to have you track me down after five years just to not say anything.' Teresa sighed, but Aris knew she had been expecting that answer.

'Fifteen years ago there were these… trials, I guess. I don't really know what they were trying to accomplish. But one of their workers, some Janson guy, was a bit crazy. He started using random people, innocents. He was fired, but the virus he gave them was already there.

Most of them died. A few lived, though. They were said to develop powers, to be different. Like us.'

'And then?'

'Nothing. They fell off the grid. Every last one of them.'

After that it was quiet, not a single one of them making a single noise.

"I don't think we're alone," Teresa said, startling Aris by the sudden noise.

She ignored his surprise, and moved a star on his ceiling.

-
The two girls sat in the library, talking under their breath. No one even seemed to question their presence any more.

They were supposed to be doing some research for history, but had somehow wound up on the topic of the new students. After their encounter with the blonde and failed attempt to get Aris to speak about the girl, their curiosity had grown like crazy.

"Are you sure they don't know each other? Maybe they were old friends or-"

"Sonya, they don't. They just showed up." Sonya stared at the history book in front of her, as though it would give her the answers to the universe. Suddenly, the book flew across the table as someone smacked into it.

"Sorry about that." A blond haired boy stood up, not bothering to move the book back. "Gally tends to have a temper-"

"Ben!"

"See what I get to deal with." He faltered when the other teen smashed his hand into the table. With that, the two girls were suddenly alone.

"What just happened?"

Harriet just shrugged, and they went back to studying, not noticing the fist shaped imprint on their table.

-
Thomas stared at the school, not wanting to go in after yesterday. Within the time first period had begun, he had been thrown into the wall, made an enemy, and ran into a blond at least twice.

To say Thomas was dreading this was an understatement.

He had been there for a short amount of time when someone ran into him. Again.

He turned to see an Asian with a glint in his eyes that screamed trouble. Thomas knew he hadn't been there thirty seconds ago.

"Sorry 'bout that, I left the house with, like, five minuter till school." The Asian's eyes suddenly widened before narrowing in confusion. "Wait a minute, who the hell are you?"

Of course, Thomas had a thousand questions running through his head. The only thing he was able to say though, was "But the nearest house is two miles away. And it still is five minutes till school."

The other guy rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Wait, how did you know that? Anyway, who are you?"

"Thomas. I'm new." Thomas spoke slowly, feeling efficiently confused.

With that, the bell rang. Thomas found himself being dragged in the school by the other guy, whose arm was around his shoulder.

"Good to Meet ya, Thomas. I'm Minho. How about you sit with us at lunch? Great, see ya." With that, Minho was gone, leaving Thomas confused.

It wasn't till third period he learned Minho was one of the most popular guys in school.

-
Newt lied in the storage closet, not able to put up with his classmates at the moment. The objects in the room flew around, creating a mess.

His mind kept flashing back to the night his world had fallen apart, the night he lost his sister. It came out of nowhere, none of them had seen the other car. Newt was yelling with her, about what he no longer knew.

While the crash had left him mostly unharmed, he had automatically blacked out. By the time he woke up, she was gone.

His parents had needed someone to blame, and Newt knew he was the easiest one to do so. It was around that time he had started to give up, when he learned he could fly.

Newt wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. He got his name from the scientist, Isaac Newton. And here he was, in a storage closet, making every object defy the law of gravity.

He was snapped out of his daze when a broom stopped right in front of his head. It was so close he could feel the wood. It suddenly flew away, and everything crashed to the ground. The door snapped open, to reveal Alby.

They wordlessly head to class, not bothering to ask or answer questions.

-
Gally dragged Ben away from the table, furious that they'd been seen.

"What was that?" Gally had his friend pinned against the wall, anger going through his veins. All he wanted was to get a few answers.

"Let's just do the research." Gally sighed and walked away to the computers, automatically searching for answers.

"Remind me what's so interesting about the kid from the hallway."

"Remember the teacher I had in kindergarten?" Ben nodded, letting Gally continue as he turned on the computer next to him. "He's the son."

"Wow." After that they searched in silence for about an hour. Right before the library closed, Ben called him over."

"I've got names. Thomas Paige, son of Ava Paige

AN: I told you I would update! It would have been sooner, but I've had a ton of finals. I will update in a few days, I swear. Please comment, or whatever. And don't worry, two certain characters might just meet next chapter... till then.