A/N: True about the ownership thing. I can't believe I forgot the name Will! Out of all the names! I had a blank moment there...I have them every once in awhile...;) Sorry about that. I have written a few chapters already, that's why I am putting them up so fast.

Trina: Yep, it's me!

Disclaimer: I do not own RFR...I wish I did. Who wouldn't?

"Where am I?"

Chapter 3

I placed my head between my knees, totally confused. Roscoe was not a real town, nor was Roscoe High a real high school. Lily Randall was not a real person. I repeated these facts over and over in my head. This all just didn't fit. Only a few minutes ago, I was roaming around the Radio Free Roscoe sets, now, apparently, it seemed like I was actually in Roscoe High. I banged my fist against the ground in frustration.

"What is this place?!" I asked myself out loud.

"You're in Roscoe, a high school, unique in its own way. Their obsessed with their mascot the Cougars and they try to brain wash the students with the 'Morning Medicine' crap they consider radio." The deep, but soft, voice continued with slight dry sarcasm. "Yes, indeed, they are certainly unique."

Surprised that someone answered, I slowly turned my head to look to the side of me. The voice came from a boy, about fifteen, with some mature mannerism about him, that I couldn't figure out. He was also sitting on the floor about a foot away from me, but was crossed legged. He had his back against the wall with his eyes closed and seemed to be in deep meditation, or was until my sudden outburst. I stared hard at this boy then I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp. It was no other then Travis Strong.

As if he sensed my uneasiness his eyes shot open and he turned to me. His eyes locked onto my face for a few seconds. Then he cocked his head to the side. I knew he was realizing I was not a regular student, and for some reason, I had a weird reason he was sensing something else.

"Who are......."

"I better go." I got up from my sitting place, leaving Travis, and ran down the hall, mixing in with the groups of students. I kept looking behind me, making sure that Travis was out of sight. I soon started to feel Closter phobic in the halls. I held my back pack tightly against me and slipped through the crowds. When I spotted the nearest restroom I ran into it.

I slammed the door closed behind me and hurried to the sinks. I was the only one present in the bathroom, even better. I turned the faucet on, letting water come pouring out. I took my hands and put it underneath the water and splashed it onto my face. I let the droplets trickle down my cheeks and on my nose. I gripped my hands on the sink and looked hard at myself in the mirror. I was thinking of any possible thing that could have happened to bring myself to where I was now, I couldn't think of any. This was all not possible. After a few minutes of pondering I sighed and gave up. I wouldn't be able to figure out anything, at least not here. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped my face dry before I exited the restroom.

I slowly creaked the door open and stepped out into the hall. It was quiet and empty. It was in the middle of first period, so I wouldn't be bothered. I walked down the hall aimlessly, not really sure where I was headed. There wasn't exactly going to be huge door that said 'Home' on it that I could walk through, but I couldn't help but hope.

"Where are you going?" A voice came from behind me.

I stopped in my tracks and looked around, only to see a female teacher with an armful of books heading in my direction. Her face was young and her reddish brown curly hair was pulled back on top of her head. I recognized her immediately, but I couldn't place her name.

"What class are you supposed to be in?"

"Uh....I don't know."

"New?" She asked. I nodded my head. "Well, head to the office for a schedule if you need one. Then no more wandering in the halls." She smiled and left me. I sighed, I might as well obey. I headed to Principal Waller's office. I could easily find it. When I reached the doorway, I knocked my hand against the door politely.

"Mr. Waller?" I asked casually. His familiar face popped up above a newspaper he was reading. In his other free hand, he was clutching on a snow globe, like a baby with a security blanket. He lowered the newspaper onto his desk when I took a step inside.

"I need a schedule, I'm new here." I answered before he could even ask. He waved me out the door.

"Go see Ms. Carlile who is still up at the front, she'll get the paper's you need," he informed me. I muttered a smile thank you and went to where he said to go. It was a room with glass walls like window panes that I could easily look through. I stepped in the room. It's back wall had tons of file cabinets, and had some short file cabinets in the front, which one had the 'famous' suggestion box resting on top.

"Excuse me." I said and I tapped on the lower file cabinet. No other then Kim Carlile, the Queen of Mean, Mr. Waller's suck up, and RFR's worst enemy, stood up off her chair from behind the file cabinets to answer me. Her hair was pulled back with a sash, and she was wearing her usual dress slacks and blouse.

"What do you want?" She pushed her bottom lip out and looked me over in disgust.

"I need a schedule." I said this in a cheery pleasant way that made her eyebrows lift. "I'm a new student here." She walked up closer to me and put her hands on her hips.

"Aren't you a little young to be in high school?" She said this with a smirk that she didn't even bother trying to hide. Sure, I was a little shorter for my age, and I was in the 8th grade, but did she have to ask?

"Oh, I'm just petite for my age." I lied. An impression of her smirk crawled its way to my lips. Realizing that I was mocking her, she quickly shoved the schedule in my hands.

"I am guessing you are an annoying freshmen. Fine, you got what you wanted, now leave." She grabbed her own belongings and headed to her classes, which she was probably allowed to be late for, I didn't really have an excuse for something like that. I looked over my schedule in interest.

"Well, this should be fun."

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