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The next afternoon they stood just outside the gates leading into the parklike surroundings of Leadsville Academy, one of England's oldest and most prestigious co-ed Colleges. Never in a million years would either of them have thought they'd be attending this school. Every single student here came from a wealthy family. They were the exception. Six months ago Leadsville Academy, had undertaken a new programme in awarding scholarships to underprivileged students, and three months ago Spirit, Whitney and Gaby had become the first ever recipients. At first they'd been thrilled, and that thrill had evaporated not ten minutes after walking through the school's doors, when they'd had their first encounter with Leadsville's most popular and richest bìtches around.

- FLASHBACK -

"Tie's? Who wears ties to school?" Whitney grumbled, loosening the navy blue tie that was part of the school's compulsory uniform. "I feel restricted. Notice how we all look the same?" Inclining her head towards Gaby and Spirit who wore the same pleated navy blue skirt, tie, white blouse and black blazer, she winced. "Whatever happened to individuality?"

"I like it," Spirit grinned, smoothing a hand over her french braid. "We look good, and at least we blend in."

Whitney smirked flicking her hair back. "Well of course we look good. Leadsville won't know what hit them when they get a load of us."

Rolling their eyes, the three of them broke into laughter as they walked the hallways to their first class of the day.

"I think this is it you two," Gaby remarked, staring at a door before consulting her timetable. "Class 106, Mathematics."

Opening the door the first thing to catch their attention was two girls. One with black mid length hair and pale blue eyes, the other with long straight brown hair and eyes that looked to be almost black. They were sitting upon a desk surrounded by an equal amount of males and females, who seemed to be hanging on to their every word and gesture.

The black haired girl was the first to notice them. Her eyes had widened considerably and she'd leant towards her companion, whispering to her. Whatever it was that had been said had caused the other girl to turn her head sharply towards them.

Smirking maliciously she uncrossed her legs and slipped daintily off the desk. Sashaying over towards them, she pulled a strand of her brown hair forwards and twirled it between her fingers, never once taking her eyes off them. "Well, well, well. I guess Daddy was right. The school Board has finally cracked." Tittering, she looked Spirit, Whitney and Gaby up and down. "You must be the scholarship students. Your second hand uniforms gave you away."

"Do you have a problem with that?" Gaby asked, her brown eyes glinting dangerously.

"It's not just your uniforms that Alex has an altercation with," said the other girl, coming to stand next to 'Alex'. "It's the fact that your type was even allowed entrance to our school."

"Exactly Lindsay," Alex smiled nastily in agreement. "Whatever is this world coming to? I never thought I'd live to see the day, that a commoner would walk the halls of this school, contaminating all and sundry with its presence."

"Oh but dear," Spirit smiled, patting Alex on the head. "I don't think everyone quite agrees with what you've said. I'd say that quite a few people in this here room would think the risk is worth it. Take those two for example." Pointing towards two blonde haired Adonis' who had been standing nearest the two girls, Spirit remarked, "Your boyfriends I presume?" Smiling at their nods Spirit continued talking. "Well girls, if you don't wish to be tainted by Commonitis, I suggest you keep a very close eye on them. I'd say they'd gladly risk it all for just a smidgen of its attention." Winking flirtatiously at the two boys, Spirit blew them a kiss and grinned broadly at an incensed Alex and Lindsay.

Taking Gaby and Whitney by the arm Spirit led them towards a table near the back of the room, where they spent the rest of the class giggling and whispering about what had occurred. Every so often they'd lift their heads to smile and flutter their eyelashes flirtatiously, at the two boys sitting across the room with their girlfriends.

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"What time is Mr Harris suppose to be here?" Whitney asked, twiddling with the pink and orange striped hair tie on her wrist.

"Any time now," Gaby replied.

Spirit tapped her foot impatiently. "I can't wait any longer. I'm walking. The last two times Aunty had him pick us up we were waiting for over an hour… And I really want to get back to that book"

"Nothings going to show up till tonight," Gaby said.

"Yeah I know that, but I want to be there now any way. It's," Spirit shrugged, "you know."

Nodding her head Whitney picked her bag up off the ground, putting the strap over her head. "Let's get going then yeah." Looking to the side she sighed in annoyance as a red convertible pulled up beside them. "Oh great. What do you want?"

"Doing our yearly part for society's poor and offering them a lift home," Alex drawled, leaning back in her seat.

"Yeah? Well you can go take your offer to someone who needs it, because we don't," Gaby smartly replied.

"Don't say we never offered… losers," Lindsay sneered. Putting her foot down on the accelerator, they sped off down the road.

"Those two really do need to get a life. " Walking off Whitney stopped and turned when she noticed Spirit wasn't following. She was frowning in the direction Alex and Lindsay had taken. "Spirit," Whitney called. "What's up?"

"Who was that girl?" Spirit asked.

"What girl?"

"The one in the back of Greene's car."

Whitney shrugged. "I don't know. I think she's new. First time I saw her was last Friday."

"Her name's Amie," Gaby said. "Amie Kline. She transferred here two weeks ago from some boarding school in Switzerland. Why's that?" she asked curiously.

"There's something about her. I get this feeling I've seen her somewhere before," Spirit contemplated. It was something to do with her eyes… there was something familiar about them.

The first time Spirit had seen Amie was a week ago outside the Media Studies classroom. She'd been waiting for the bell to ring. Spying a notice on the wall about the up and coming Winter Ball, she began reading it. She snorted in annoyance when she'd seen Henderson's and Greene's names, naming them as heads of the Formal Committee. Feeling a sudden prickling sensation on the back of her neck, she'd spun around and seen a girl standing opposite her. Her hair was brown with red and gold streaks throughout, and her eyes… they were an uncommon shade of aquamarine. A swirling mix of dark blues and greens and Spirit noted that there was a small thin scar near the girl's right eye. Her gaze had been fixated on Spirit and the expression on her face was unreadable. Spirit had been about to say something when a commotion down the hallway distracted her, causing her to look away. When she'd turned back to face the girl, she was gone. Looking up and down the hallway Spirit had been unable to spot her, and then hearing the bell ring she entered the class, dismissing the occurrence from her mind.

Except that she hadn't been able to completely forget about her. Just about everywhere she turned Spirit noticed her. Never would she utter a word to Spirit. She just stood there staring, almost as though Spirit were a subject she was observing for an exam. It was getting to be quite disturbing.

"Do you think you might know her from your past?" Gaby asked, raising a hand to shade her eyes from the sun's glare.

Feeling a headache coming on, Spirit rubbed a hand over her forehead. "Can't be. If I did, wouldn't she say something to me?"

"Depends," Whitney said. "Maybe you and she didn't get on and she figures if she doesn't mention it, you won't remember."

Spirit gave a small smile. "I don't think so Whit. If that were the case she wouldn't be constantly staring at me. It's unnerving." Hearing the sound of an approaching vehicle Spirit pulled a face. "I so hope that is not who I think it is."

"Do you really think any car Greene or Henderson have, would sound like that?" Whitney laughed.

Listening to the sound of a sputtering engine Spirit smiled knowingly. "Ah, Mr Harris. At least he's early for once."

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That evening they sat gathered around the dining room table. Whitney and Gaby were whispering softly to one another, every so often one of them would take a peek at the book upon the table. Spirit sat opposite them, arms folded tensely, her head tilted to the side. Her eyes were focused solely on the book in front of her, awaiting any changes in its appearance.

Sighing in annoyance, Spirit stood and began pacing back and forth near the table. Whitney and Gaby lifted their heads. Staring at her in admiration they watched. Her petite, slender figure moved with unconscious grace and poise. The long, chocolate colored curls cascading wildly down her back created the perfect frame for her small delicate features, creamy colored skin and striking emerald eyes. Spirit could be described as having a serene and sensual beauty. At the moment though, there was nothing serene about her as she glared impatiently at the book, every time she passed by.

Picking it up she turned each page in quick succession, unmindful of how rough she was being with the fragile bits of paper. Growling low in her throat on finding no changes, she let it fall from her fingers. Hearing a thud as it landed on the table top she turned hastily away, afraid that she'd rip it to shreds if she had to stare at it a moment longer.

It was finally getting to her. Ever since Amanda had left yesterday she'd taken what little she'd learnt in her stride. Almost as though it were a dream, like it wasn't really happening. And now? These last thirty minutes or so that they'd been in here for… it had hit her. This was real. It wasn't some game she could call off at any second. This is reality. Her reality, and it was damn scary knowing that what was in that book, what she would read in there, could hold the key to her existence. Therein lay the answers to her questions. But did she want them?

'Ha,' she thought furiously. 'The answer to my questions? It's only going to create more, I know it will. So what are you going to do Spirit? Get the hell outta here, or deal with it?' Letting out the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding, she lifted her head high. 'You'll deal with it!' With a determined look on her face she turned and walked back to the table, dropping back down into the seat she'd previously vacated. Waving a hand towards the book, she began speaking. "If nothing happens within the next hour, I'm calling for Amanda. She did say if I really needed her she'd be here, and I count this as being one of those times."

Spying a flicker of light on the wall behind Gaby, Spirit's eyebrows rose and her eyes darted towards the book. This was it! A faint glimmer of gold light was just noticeable around the edges and it was now spreading rapidly to engulf the entire book. Reaching out a hand towards it, she pulled back when it flicked open. The pages turned swiftly on their own, coming to a stop somewhere near the middle. The light surrounding it glimmered a few seconds more before fading gently away.

Suddenly unsure of herself Spirit bent her head. Closing her eyes she breathed in deeply, opening them again when she felt a hand upon her shoulder. Looking up to see Whitney and Gaby on either side of her smiling nervously, Spirit laughed, breaking the tense silence. Motioning for them to pull up a chair beside her, she slid the book towards herself and spent the next few minutes trailing her fingers lightly over the cool pages. She smiled when she heard Whitney sigh in exasperation.

"Are you gonna read that thing or not?" Whitney asked. Her eyes were moving back and forth between the book and Spirit and her fingers were tapping impatiently against the table top.

"Yes, oh impatient one." Looking down at the page it had opened to, Spirit gazed in awe at the small colorless, portrait like drawings, scattered randomly around the edges of the page. They were pictures of the most magnificent creatures she'd ever seen. They were stunning, almost lifelike in their beauty. Prodding one lightly with her finger, her mouth dropped open when color began spreading throughout each picture, endowing all with a multitude of brilliant hues.

"Oh wow!" Gaby murmured. Pulling her hair back to get a better look, she pointed at the words that were gradually appearing near the middle of the page.

"Reverto mei animus domus," Whitney said, looking at Spirit. "What do suppose that means?"

"I have no idea," Spirit replied, biting the corner of her bottom lip. "But it's looks to be Latin."

"Well, according to what's here," Gaby said, moving her chair closer to the table. "This… spell needs to be performed the night of the full moon, in a large area close to nature. Where the hell would that be?"

"Hyde Park." Whitney suggested. "It's the biggest in London."

"No way!" Gaby said, shaking her head irately. "There is no way I'm going to be waltzing into Hyde Park, lighting candles and chanting mumbo jumbo. Do you know how popular that place is? We'll be seen for sure."

"Gab… Please. For me?" Spirit asked ducking her head and staring up at Gaby with wide eyes, her lips forming into a pout.

"Oh no! Don't look at me like that… No!" She shook her head over and over again at Spirit's pleas. "Look that might not even be the right one." Taking the book from Spirit she quickly flicked through each page. Any hope she had that she would be correct quickly died upon seeing one blank page after another. "Argh!" she groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat. "Fine, we'll do this… tomorrow night in Hyde Park. But I'm wearing a mask!"

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A/N: Some thanks!

Secret Lily- Patience my dear, patience. Lol

real-eyes-realize-real-lies212-Thanks! I'll take a look at your fics tomorrow. =)

Ruaianna- Noooo, not the something! Sry bored moment there. Lol Thanks for reading.