Thx to my reviewers-Dark Pheonix Angel Nami, Raiki-Casinio, and Apple Senorita! To be honest, this is the first story that actually made sense, in terms of proper sentences and whatever…I hope it stays that way! If the storyline doooessss start to fall apart (eg: you don't understand something, etc), do notify me…R and R!

Chapter Two

I was extremely glad my mom had woken me up from this atrocious fucking dream I was having.

"It's 7:30, Kai; you'll be late for school if you don't get up." I heard her say. "Or, you can stay home if you want to." She added, and I quickly sat up on my bed showing her my false enthusiasm about attending school. Well, I was sort of excited…

"Where's Megan?" I asked. She was the first thing on my mind, after that dream of course.

"She left early today, Kai. She had field hockey practice today." My mom said, as she walked downstairs. I felt a bit angry – I've been wanting to see her since I found out I'd be moving to Toronto.

By eight, I was at the breakfast table eating Cheerios – plain Cheerios with milk. At least it wasn't meat…

"I'm packing you a tuna-fish sandwich for lunch, okay?" My mom looked at me from the kitchen.

Great…did my mom and sister always eat meat!

"Um, okay. Thanks." I said, planning to not eat anything for lunch at all today. I didn't even have a few bucks on me. By 8:30, I waited for Tyson. Apparently, it only took fifteen minutes to walk to school.

By 8:35, I was getting worried. Did Tyson forget about me and leave for school already? But he doesn't seem like that type of guy – but then again, I've only known him for a few minutes from yesterday.

And then I remembered how he was always serving detentions in elementary school for being late – so maybe he was just late. But I didn't want to be late on my first day.

Finally, there was a knock on our door. I watched mom as she walked to the door, and I followed. In came Tyson.

This time, he had on this dark blue t-shirt that read Be Gentle, This Is My First Time, in white – obviously I got the message, but did my mom? Probably not. Oh well. Pretty funny, though.

Then I did start to wonder if the message on his shirt was true or not, I mean, back in the days, he was 'afraid' of girls (okay, so was I), and if you touched a girl, it meant you had cooties, but if you kept your fingers crossed, that means you were protected by god knows what. When a girl touched me once, I was diagnosed with cooties in first grade, and to get rid of cooties, I was told to eat grass. I did.

"Hi, Ms. Weiland." I was surprised my mom had changed her last name. So it meant my sister's name was actually Megan Weiland, if I'm correct. "Sorry, I uh, kinda slept in, Kai." He said. "If we walk fast, we'll be able to beat the bell." He told me.

"Okay." My mom chuckled. "You two go ahead then." She waved, and I felt like I was in second grade. When we got inside the school, the bell had just rung. We'd have to run to class now before the announcements and anthem came on, or we'd officially be late.

"Your mom gave me your schedule. You've got a pretty heavy load this semester." He said as he ran up the stairs, and like always, I followed. "You've got physics with me, first period." He added. He handed me my timetable but I was so busy running, that I didn't even have time to look at it. Five seconds before the anthem started, we made it to physics class. My feet felt like they were going to fall off, and I seriously thought I'd pass out due to all that running. I then realized how unhealthy I was compared to Tyson. Maybe he was involved in a bunch of extra curricular activities. Back when I knew him, he was a soccer fanatic. Maybe he was on the school's soccer team. Anyways, I guess I had an excuse since I was in the hospital for a long time, and I didn't really get up and do any work.

After the announcements, the teacher had told me to introduce myself. I just mentioned my name and that I was from Vancouver, British Columbia. I think my mom had told all my teachers about the accident, because they treated me like I was mental.

The physics teacher, Mr. Earl, moved the guy that sat beside Tyson, and assigned me to the seat because me and Tyson knew each other. Even though Tyson seemed like one of those dumb students who failed like every course (and even though I sound super mean), Tyson was able to answer all the questions that the other students weren't capable of answering.

The teacher then gave back these tests from last week that he had already marked (obviously I didn't get my test back since I wasn't here a week ago). I looked over at Tyson's test. Sure he had really messy writing, and I'm more than positive I saw a lower case 'T' for his name, but he had scored a 94 per cent, which was of course, the highest mark in the class. Pretty impressive for a guy who's always late for class.

"How much did you study for that?" I asked.

"I didn't." He said, looking over the test. "Look at this; he took off a mark because I spelled 'acceleration' wrong. Fuck."

"You cheated?" I asked quietly, just incase he did. I was surprised when he said no.

"Myles sorta gave me a thirty minute lecture for this test, you know, like a lesson, since he's in university in the engineering field. He knows a lot about this stuff. I hardly read my text book." He told me. Wow. That's pretty cool. They actually got along, eh? If I wanted to beat this guy in physics, or beat him on a unit test, I'd have to pull an all-nighter. Oh, and I'd need lots of coffee, even though I hate coffee with a passion.

Anyways, class had finally ended. According to my timetable, I had English next, which sucked ass, because I can not write an essay. Plus, I hate Shakespeare. Before I left the physics class, Mr. Earl called me to his table, and asked Tyson to wait outside of class for me.

"How did you find class today, Kai? Easy, hard?" He asked.

"Uh, it was okay – but I have a lot of catching up to do." I said.

"Okay, good. If you need extra help, I'm here in the mornings. And also, if you feel like you need to leave the classroom, you know, then you may. You can even talk guidance counselors in the school." He said. I smiled and nodded in appreciation. I left the class, and right away, Tyson asked me what happened. I quickly told him everything as he showed me the way to D63 – my new English class. I entered the class, and a few students looked at me like I was a Martian. I guess I sort of was. Finally, the teacher entered the class and asked me to leave the room, but she apologized after I told her I was a new student and showed her my timetable.

I watched as the teacher scanned the room. "You're lucky, Kyle."

"Um, it's Kai." I corrected. I was used to it though; a few people have called me Kyle before.

"Oh, right – we have just one extra seat in the back there." She pointed. "If you have any trouble seeing the board from back there, just tell me." I guess all the teachers did know about me. I walked to the back of the class and took a seat. The desk I was assigned to had a lot of writing on it, like Melissa wuz herre 2004, or Gr. 9 sux, or Devon + Leah 3, which was actually carved.

The seat in front of me was empty, but then this girl took a seat, and I think I had my mouth open at her 'gorgeousness'. She was a brunette – short, shoulder-length brown hair, and kick ass red eyes. She gave me a funny look as she sat down. Was it because I was new, or was it because I was totally checking her out?

"I think you're in the wrong class." She told me as she turned around in her seat. "This is twelfth grade English with Ms. Beal."

"I know. I'm a new student." I told her. Since there were a few more empty seats in class, it meant there were more students to come, so class hadn't really started yet.

"Oh, which school did you transfer from?" She asked.

" Windsor Lynch." Yeah, I know that name was totally weird. But that's my old school, with a principal who had drug problems. There was this rumour going around, where he 'parked his car' in this ninth grader's 'garage'. I hope you know what those quoted terms mean.

"Never heard of that." She said.

"It's in Vancouver." I told her.

"No way! Really? You're from B.C.? That's amazing!" She said. Oh my god, she was totally hot. "My uncle lives there." She added. The seats started to fill up quickly as students walked into class. "I'm Hilary, by the way."

"I'm Kai."

"Nice name. Is it Italian or something?" She asked as she got out her pencil case and binder, and my second worst nightmare: a Shakespeare book. I swear, if the exam was based on that stuff, I'd seriously fail.

"Um, I don't know, I think it's Russian, or maybe South American or something, because my dad's half Russian, and half Venezuelan." I told her. My mom was originally Canadian. My dad's mother was Russian, and his father was from Venezuela. I guess it is kind of an odd couple, but oh well. None of my business.

The two of us, and the rest of the class, shut up as the teacher started talking. She was telling us about the parts of an essay. I took a few notes, but it was really boring, and eventually, I stopped. I caught myself staring at the girl in front of me. Well actually, I was only looking at her hair since I was sitting behind her.

I kept looking at the clock every two minutes, and I was totally happy when this class was over! English in the worst class…ever.

English should be a course where we learn proper grammar, and spelling in Tyson's case. But instead, we learn about things like, how to write an essay, and the 'deeper meaning behind the to be or not to be' thing. I mean, there IS no deeper meaning! Just leave it as it is! It's not rocket science. Fuck.

I started wandering down the hallway, and suddenly felt a presence next to me: Hilary.

"Hey, do you have a place to sit at lunch?" She asked. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top, with a pair of black Dickies, and a checkered pink and purple mini skirt over her pants. God, she was smoookin' hot!

"Um, I don't know." I said. Shit, I totally sounded like a jackass! But it was the truth, because I had no idea where Tyson was, or where he was going to sit and eat for lunch.

"Just sit with us then." She said.

"Sure. Thanks." I said. That went pretty well. Our conversation fell silent as we walked down the crowded hall.

"We eat in the hallway." She said. "Because the cafeteria is dominated by niners." She added. We came to the end of the hallway, and Hilary suddenly ran to some dude in the hallway, and jumped on to his back. I watched the guy put her down to her feet gently, and I was shocked to discover that this guy was Tyson. Okay, so this girl that I met in English class is like really good friends with the only guy I know in school, which is great because maybe I can know more about Hilary from Tyson.

Obviously, that plan was crushed into smithereens when the weirdest things happened: they totally started making out by the lockers, and I'm standing here, not knowing what the fuck just happened.

Okay, I conclude that these two aren't friends, but couples. They were dating, they were going out, and they were in a relationship, which meant I had noooo chance with Hilary at all – especially since Tyson was my 'friend'.

They finally stopped tonguing and took a seat beside a bunch of other people. I still couldn't get over the fact that my luck was this bad. The girl that I might be developing a crush on is dealing with Tyson. Great…

Tyson, finally seeing me standing in the hallway like some hobo, called me over. I took a seat beside some orange haired guy.

"Guys, this is Kai." Hilary said. "He's new here, so be nice." She grinned.

"Hey, where ya from man?" The guy beside me asked. Like everyone who asked me, I told them everything, except the whole accident thing, and Tyson kept shut too acting like he didn't know anything, which was a good thing. Eventually though, I did end up getting to the accident part, but I didn't give much detail, because I didn't wanna start crying here or anything. They all had their mouths open, everyone single one of them.

They kept asking me if I was okay, just like Ms. Granger. I said I was fine, or at least I was pretending to be. At the end of lunch, I realized I'd have to go home and not only study for physics, English, and everything else, but also memorize all their names.

There was Brooklyn, yeah, a guy; Ray, the one that was most surprised by my story; Tala, the guy who offered my five bucks for lunch since I couldn't eat mine; Miriam, the one who was on the verge of tears after hearing my anecdote; Hilary – the girl I think I like, but I can't since she's Tyson's girlfriend, and they've been dating for five months; and Kane, the guy who asked me most of the questions, including a few stupid ones.

School had ended after my two other classes: math and chemistry. Tyson was right, I had the worst semester of all time, especially since I had no clue what was going on in all my classes.

Anyways, I am proud to say that I didn't get lost trying to find Tyson and his locker.

"Hey, if you want," Tyson started off as he got out a math textbook out of his locker and stuffed it in his bag, "You can share my locker, 'cause the other lockers are basically shit holes by now." I know what he meant, because there were several empty lockers, but they were all fungi-infested.

"Thanks." I said. I watched Hilary come up behind him and put her hands around his eyes.

"Guess who!" She said. God, those two looked like they were in a serious/happy relationship, unlike me and Leslie.

We finally got out of the school, and outside. The school was a lot bigger than my old school. Ray, and everyone else had their car here, so they went off. I felt bad for Tyson, since he had to walk home with me like my baby-sitter or something. Hilary offered to come with us too.

" – so then he was like trying to look off my fucking test, and I was just like, what the fuck, and then Mr. Bran though I was cheating, so he took my fucking test, and he told me to go to the office." Tyson explained his little cheating story there, from math class.

"Aidan's a jackass." Hilary said.

"I think I knew that." Tyson said.

"Who's Aidan?" I asked.

"The curse of the century." Tyson said. "Actually, he's just a retarded little fuck face."

"Oh." I think Aidan was just some guy Tyson really hated.

"He's the captain of our school's basketball team." Hilary explained. "And he's the dumbest guy in the school. He's failing almost every course." She sighed.

"He's a fucking gay lord." Tyson added in. "He can kiss my French ass."

"Last year, he got into a fight with Ray, and they both ended up getting suspended." Hilary said. "I don't know, he's pretty dangerous, I guess. One time, he stole Tyson's asthma inhaler, and he ended up going to the hospital." She pointed at Tyson.

So I got the point about this Aidan guy: jerk, lame ass, etc. Suddenly, something else caught my attention. A girl – okay, no, not some other hot girl, but a girl I think was Megan…

She was walking at the same pace as us, but on the other side of the side walk. She had really short, dark red hair, which was tied up in two pig tails. She had sea green eyes – just like dad. She was pretty tall, but shorter than me.

She was wearing a jersey with the number 12 on the back, and WEILAND written on the back as well. She had black field hockey skirt on as well, which went a bit above her knees. She had these black Vans skater shoes, but it also had a pink checkmark on the side.

Everything gave it away. She was Megan. She was my sister. This was my sister! She glanced at us for a second before starting to walk faster.

I didn't care about Hilary and Tyson anymore at this point.

"Megan!" I yelled across the street. I caught up to her and she started walking even faster. "Meg! Hey!" Then, to my surprise, she started running. I could hear Tyson and Hilary call me, and tell me to come back. But no way. My sister was here.

"Kai! Get over here!" Tyson yelled. "You're scaring her."

"Megan! Wait!" I couldn't believe it. She was running away from me. Did she even know it was me? I think she did. I'm pretty sure she knew it was me. Why'd she run away from me? I stopped dead in my tracks. This was a dream…I knew it…nothing was real…I'd wake up in my Vancouver bed in a few minutes now…I know it…

But that didn't happen. I watched the red head run off with great speed and disappear into the horizon.

"Hey Kai, you okay?" Tyson asked as he caught up with me. "Look, what – "

"Why'd she run away from me?" I asked him.

"Just forget it, alright?" He told me.

"Hey, do you know something?" I asked.

"No, why the fuck would I know anything about your sister?" I couldn't tell if he was being rude or not. Maybe swearing and cussing was just his nature.

"So she was my sister." I said. "Why didn't you stop her?"

"Why would I Kai?" I watched him. He definitely knew something. Everyone knew something, including my mother, and no one wanted to tell me what. I was going to find out…and I was going to find out why the fuck Megan didn't want to see me.

Now I get it. They were all excuses. She probably wasn't at the mall yesterday. She didn't want to see me…but why?

"She just needs some time, Kai." Hilary said.

"For what?" I asked. These people didn't understand. Or even if they did, they acted like they didn't. I was completely hurt. I was going to go home and cry like a fat baby who didn't get his diaper checked. Everyone hates me. It's not fair. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. Fuck the world. Fuck me…