Note: Ok…I've posted six chapters, and I haven't had any reviews. Is this story even worth writing? I've written up to chapter 18, and I think it's rather good, but if you don't, then just tell me. There really isn't any sense in writing something that no one enjoys reading. Or am I just getting really worried? I mean it has only been two days, but I know some people have been reading. I'm not going to post another chapter unless someone reviews. And, the next chapter is really funny; he finally gets to interact with some of the other kids. So plz review. Now here's chapter 7:

Chapter 7:

It was rather hard for Ryne and Rylie to find their way back to the bus stop and get home without a sighted person with them, but they managed it rather well. Rylie was still amazed that the plan worked as smooth as it did. The family seemed very eager to take Tom in (after he got done talking to them.) Rylie was still a little suspicious. But no one could do wandless magic; that was impossible. Rylie kept the angel with her at all times, making sure nothing happened to it. She was Tom Riddle's life line. She could end his life with a simple flick of the wrist and a smashing of glass. The angel would break, and his life would be over, just like that. The thought of it was rather alarming. She shuddered, holding the angel reassuringly in her hand. She knew she would never end his life unless something extremely horrible happened.

Ryne, Rylie and their mom were all in the van, driving down to Indianapolis for registration. "I can't believe this is the last registration I'll ever be going to," Ryne said.

"Yeah, that is kind of weird to think of," Rylie agreed. "I can't wait to see my friends," and then under her breath, "But not Amber. I'm so sick of her."

Ryne laughed a little. "I never thought I'd spend so much time with Amber. She's really not that bad. She just has a really whiny voice that gets on everyone's nerves."

"Yeah. She is my best friend, but some of the things she does."

"How do you think Riddle's gonna fit in?" Ryne asked curiously.

"I don't know. It'll be interesting to see."

"Eww," Ryne said, sounding grossed out. "What if Levi comes back?"

"That would be gross," she said, making a little gagging noise.

"He's so fat and rude," Ryne said, still in his grossed out manner.

"I know. And he's a spoiled brat too."

Levi Busch was the rudest, smelliest, grossest, most spoiled kid in the school in Rylie's opinion. They had been arch-enemies since he began at the school. To Rylie's pleasure, he had left at the end of her seventh grade year. Her eighth grade year was a lot better because of Levi's departure. She would be extremely disappointed if he came back.

"Stupid Pevi," Rylie said. They called him Pevi because of an incident one of their friends had told them about. According to her, Levi had peed on her couch when he was spending the night at her house for who knew what reason. Levi thought they just liked putting the p on the beginning of his name just to make him mad, so he called Ryne, Pine, and Rylie, Pylie. He didn't even have a clue of the real story behind it.

They pulled into the parking lot of the school. The school was something that both Ryne and Rylie were proud of. It was three floors tall, and it even had a tower. Some people said it looked like a castle, and still others said it looked slightly haunted. They didn't blame both assumptions. The tower, and the verandas probably made it look like a castle. It had been standing for over one hundred years, and it looked old, but not in a bad way. So, the ancient look probably made the large school look haunted. The school used to be in downtown Indianapolis, but it got moved to its current location in the 1930's. But, the building had stood a long time before that. Before the school for the blind moved in, it was used as a college campus.

They got out of the car, and made their way up to the school. They stopped by both Ryne and Rylie's teacher of records and did the necessary paperwork that they did every year during registration. "Here's your new schedule," Miss Klopp, Rylie's TOR (teacher of record,) said, handing the brailled copy to her.

"Thanks," she said, reading.

Rylie Robinson, 9th grade, quarter 1:

1: high school PE: Mrs. George

2: Algebra 1: Mrs. Squire.

3: Spanish: Mrs. Reynolds.

4: High School Piano: Mrs. Fransisco.

5: English: Mrs. Reynolds.

6: Biology: Mrs. Heck.

7: Choir: Mrs. Fransisco.

"Oh man, I have Mrs. Squire."

"Shh, be nice Rylie," Ms. Klopp said. "She's not that bad."

Tom Riddle sat in the back of the car, looking sulky. He hadn't spoken much to the woman sitting in the driver's seat. He had stayed up in his room most of the day, reading anything he could put his hands on. "We're about there, Tom," she said, turning on to a street called College.

"Oh," he said, not really sounding interested. They drove on in silence. He had thought a lot during the time he spent in his room. He knew that he would be staying at the school during the week, and would be going home during the weekends. He couldn't help it, but he thought that was sort of like Hogwarts. He also hated his new vision. He was going to blind himself in front of Rylie and then unblind himself when she wasn't around. But, she had gone one step ahead of him, and broke his wand. He clenched his hands into fists on his lap. He hated her for making his life so horrible. Why couldn't she just give him the stupid angel?

They turned another corner, and he glanced out of the window, distractedly. He couldn't help but let out a little exclamation of admiration when he saw the school. It looked almost like a very mini Hogwarts. He had seen lots of muggle schools, and he thought this would be just like them, but it wasn't. The school was at least three stories tall, and the campus it was sitting on was really big as well. It looked ancient, but beautifully so. He thought it had its own exotic beauty to it. A twinge of excitement went through him as he gazed through his blurry eyes at the school, his new school. He longed to explore every little nook and cranny of it.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Joanne, the mother, said.

"Yeah," he said reluctantly. "It is rather nice."

They got out of the car, and walked up the three steps leading to the double doors of the school. He glanced at one of the signs standing by the door.

This school was made a historical landmark in 1986. It was adopted as the Indiana School for the Blind campus in 1933.

'So there's some history?' Tom thought. 'I'll have to research this.'

They entered the school, and walked down the flight of steps to the ground floor. Tom looked around, taking in everything: the carved railings, the pillars, the plaques on the walls. They started walking. "Do you know where you're going?" Tom asked.

"Well, I know we're supposed to go to the gym to get you registered." she said, looking around.

"And, do you know where the gym is?" he inquired, looking amused.

"Well, no, but we'll find it."

They walked on for a couple more minutes, til they came to a set of locker rooms. "Ah-ha," she said. "The gym is through the locker rooms. The boys is just down there a little ways. I'll see you on the other side."

He nodded, and kept walking. He walked through the boys locker room, meeting Joanne on the other side. They walked up a set of ramps, and then turned right into the gym. Tom looked at the floor, curiously. To him, it looked like a giant waffle with little triangular holes in it. There were people going every which way to different tables set against the walls. Tom was smirking. He had just seen an immensely fat person rocking from one foot to the other, their fat rolls bouncing as they rocked.

"Where do you think we should go first?" Joanne asked.

Tom straightened his face the best he could, and glanced around at the tables.

The registering went smoothly except for one problem. Halfway through, Tom had spotted Amber. "Bloody hell," he muttered to himself. "I have to deal with her for the whole year? Isn't Rylie bad enough?"

Amber glanced up from the paper she was signing, and her eyes locked on Tom's. They opened wide with surprise. He grinned and waved at her. She glared. He snickered.

They left the gym, and headed to his Teacher of Record's class. Her name was Ms. Davis. They went through the locker rooms, and then ascended two flights of stairs. They walked on, and Tom mapped it out in his head. This school wasn't too hard to memorize; it was mostly a straight shot down a hallway with a few twists and turns, nothing he couldn't handle. They had gotten very specific instructions to Ms. Davis's room, so they got there without any trouble. Joanne knocked on the door and entered.

"Tom Blackston, Joanne Miller. Nice to meet both of you," Ms. Davis, a fat lady smelling a little like onions in Tom's opinion, said politely.

"Nice to meet you too," Joanne said, shaking the woman's hand. Tom nodded to her.

"No need to be shy, Tom," Ms. Davis said. "No one bites here." She chuckled at her own joke.

'Your smell sure has a bite to it,' Tom thought, and fought to keep his face straight.

"Now," Ms. Davis said, sounding suddenly business-like. "Here's your schedule." She handed it to him.

"You know, your arrival was quite unexpected," she commented.

"Yeah. I wasn't really expecting it either," Tom answer, reading his schedule.

Tom Blackston, Grade 9, Quarter 1.

1: High School PE,: Mrs. George.

2: Algebra: Mrs. Squire.

3: Spanish: Mrs. Reynolds.

4: Art: Various teachers.

5: English: Mrs. Reynolds.

6: Biology: Mrs. Heck.

7: Resource: Library.

He looked over his schedule a few more times. Spanish? Why did he have to learn another bloody language? That was stupid in his opinion. Art? What a stupid class. And, he didn't have any idea who any of his teachers were.

"Will that schedule be okay?" Ms. Davis asked.

"Yes, it's fine," he said, folding the schedule up and pocketing it.

"Good. You'll report to me for ten minutes both morning and afternoon. During these advisory periods, I'll be reading my students the handbook of rules. I expect these rules to be followed. No questions asked. If they say, don't wear sleeveless shirts, I expect no sleeveless shirts from you." She went on for about another ten minutes. Tom tuned her out.

Then, they visited a dorm. This was where he would be staying the nights. He was irritated that he couldn't have a room to himself. There was only one bed available, and it was with a boy named Levi Busch. Tom didn't know who Levi Busch was, but he was irritated that Levi had to be in his room. "Well, I hope you enjoy your week," Joanne said, patting him on the shoulder. He flinched a little, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Ok," he said.

"Bye then. See you on Friday." Then, she left. Tom flopped on one of the couches. It was actually rather comfortable. He had no idea that he was in for the most interesting, amusing, and horrible week of his life.