Well here's Chapter 2, have fun! Don't forget no matter what * means change of perspective.

Chapter 2

*The next morning I woke from the bed. The sun was on my face and my hair was loose. Realizing what time it was I jumped from my bed and ran to the bathroom. EWW! It smelt horrible. All that would have to wait.

Popping a piece of Extra Polar Ice gum into my mouth I grabbed my purse and ran out the door to my car. I was going to be late for my class.

Rearing out of the front view and down the street I couldn't believe my luck, I was going to be late whether I could help it or not. The Montmartre community Private College was strict about tardiness however and I'd have to think of a hell of a story to get me out of this one.

Especially since I've been late practically every other day since the beginning of the month. This wasn't something good.

Bursting into class with my brushes going all over the floor, I fell onto my knees.

"Why Ms. Cunning how nice of you to join our class today. It is too bad you aren't so eager to join our class 45 minutes early rather late every day." Madame Buke grimaced. I wasn't quite sure what she said and whether she said in English or French since her accent is so think but no matter; She enjoyed putting me out.

As she turned and continued her lesson I leaned forward and continued to retrieve my utensils. I felt a hand touch mine as I looked to my right and saw Trevor bye my side picking up each brush.

"Thank you." I mumbled. I didn't know Trevor but I knew he was popular and one to stay away form, but right now it seemed as if all the rumors were all rumors…

Handing me the bunch in his hand, "You're Paulette right?" I blushed…he knew my name.

"Paula." I mumbled. He smiled.

"Well maybe we can talk sometime." He smiled again. Yet I melted deeper in to my puddle.

"Yeah sure." I whispered.

"If you don't mind I'm getting rather sick of this interaction take your seats. NOW!" Madam Buke scorned. I moved quickly, but as soon as I was at my seat I glanced towards Trevor. He looked my way and smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.

*I watched her all through the night. The only thing different about this girl was she IS different. She takes things as they come and feels as if there's a reason to a logic or right or wrong even. Amazing I think how I could pick all that up from just looking at her.

But I will admit, after being by myself for almost 104 years you'd think I'd be resting in peace. Yet I'm not. I've come accustom to the new technologies of the world and watched people come and go; but this one is different I just can't figure it out.

Tonight when she gets home I'm just going to have to play with her a little bit. That shouldn't be too hard, since the notice of her furniture delivery had been posted for this evening.

OK! There's chapter 3! Please R&R!