Sorry that this is like, chapter three, but I decided to start from here, rather than from the beginning. There's nothing you really need to know, except the basics, which is she got bit by a poisoned ant, but was somewhat saved and only caused to go blind in her right eye. Then she left for china where there was the best school to teach her how to work/live under her 'condition' with other students like her. The school provides her with a house, but her grandparents and she have to work as well for the food and clothing. That's really all.

Chapter 3: Stepping Stones

"Meghan…Meghan wake up…" said a voice that seemed distant. Meghan's eyes slowly opened the blurred vision of her grandmother in front of her.

"What? Are we there already?" she said, straightening up and rubbing her eyes. Her grandmother nodded her head as she grabbed her purse and stood up, waiting to get in the line filing of the plane. Meghan reluctantly stood up, grabbing her bag which had fallen over her feet, and slung it over her arm.

She sighed as they stepped off the plain, the rays of the afternoon sun hitting her face, a light breeze shifting her hair through an open window. She looked around, wondering where she was supposed to go, when she realized her grandparents had started off in the opposite direction already. She started towards them, trying to catch up, when she bumped into someone, causing her to fall backwards.

She heard her grandmother speaking in Chinese someway away, and then felt a warm hand grip around her wrist, another on her back.

"Are you okay?" said a voice, a hint of concern n it.

"I'm sorry… I should have been watching where I was going…" she trailed off as a young man helped her up.

"No, it was mine. I was busy trying to find some people, but, I think I may have missed them, seeing as there's no one else filling out of flight 52" he sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair.

Meghan heard the shuffling of feet behind her, then the quick, brisk talk of her grandmother speaking Chinese. She looked from her grandmother, to the boy, who she now saw she was talking to, and apparently understood as he nodded his head.

"Well," he smiled, looking at her as he held out a hand. "Guess I didn't miss them" he laughed. Meghan took his hand, blushing slightly as he led her towards the baggage area, her grandparents in front of them.

"Err… why are you holding my hand?" she asked softly, stopping them as they approached the baggage claim.

He merely laughed, then said "Can't afford you getting lost now can we?" She blushed slightly as she saw his hand reach out and grab her small, pink stripped suitcase. "So, shall we go then?" he asked, seeing her grandparents had finished getting their luggage as well. They all nodded as they headed out towards an already-waiting taxi.

They slowly pulled up to the school after having dropped off her grandparent and the luggage at the house. Meghan's eyes widened as they glided along the area of the school, its tall exterior, the sakura, maple, and birch trees scattered across its lush green grass, spots of color bursting out of the ground.

The boy, who still remand nameless to Meghan, looked at her for a few moments, before giving a small laugh and saying "You might want to change… I'm pretty sure that's not apart of the dress code" He put his hand against her skirt, laughing at how Meghan started to blush.

"Oh, right. I'm not attending today… I'm just here to pick everything up" she said, moving back a little. She looked away as she saw an expression of disappointment on his face.

"Well, then, I guess I'll be seeing you around…" he said as he turned towards the school and started off before Meghan could stop him. "We can meet properly tomorrow, don't worry" he called over his shoulder as he entered the school, leaving Meghan by herself in the walkway of the school.

She sighed as she started after him. She stopped, her hand on the entrances handle, as she turned her head, seeing the shifting of the leaves in a near by tree. She narrowed her eyes as she looked into it, but saw nothing. Shrugging it off, she stepped through the newly open door, into the icy cold hallways of an unknown school, as a boy with dark blue hair, almost blackish, jumped out of the tree, his glasses gleaming in the light.

He mumbled something under his breath as he fixed his tie slightly, and then stuck his hands in his pockets. He stood with his back to the school for a moment, before turning on his heel and heading back inside, in the direction that the other boy's shoes just flicked out of site.

Meghan knocked softly on the door she was directed to by a teacher, thankful she ran into one. A faint deep voice called from inside, as she opened the door slowly, stepping in. She looked around at the circular room from the door, a desk positioned to her side.

I guess I entered from the offices side? She thought, as she looked at the bare walls of beige paint. Her eyes quickly shot towards a leather chair, in which had just started to move, turning towards her, revealing a man that looked of his twenties, small rectangular glasses leaning against the bridge of his nose.

"Please, sit down" said the man, the same voice that had called her in. "I presume you are Ms.Martin, correct?" he said, looking down at an open vanilla folder in front of him. She nodded as he smiled, standing up from his desk. He walked out of the office, the faint sound of brisk voices talking towards where she guessed was the main office, before he came back after a few moments, two bundles of something wrapped in brown paper and stacked on each other in his hand. "Well, here's the deal. We have two girls' uniforms. The skirt and bow one, and the pants and tie one, but I must say, no one wears or even has for that matter, the pants and tie one" he said, looking at the top bundle of the pile.

"Sir, may I have… both?" she asked, looking at him pleadingly. "I might wear both of them, and I cannot decide…" she said softly, looking at the floor.

"Why, of course you can m'dear!" he chuckled, putting them in front of her as he walked around the side of his desk, sitting down once more. "Please, forgive my rudeness, I am the principal here. You can call me Shirogane" he smiled, bowing his head. "Now, I believe today is not your first day correct?" he said, looking again, down at the vanilla folder in front of him.

She shook her head as she looked up at him. "Tomorrow is, sir" she said softly, managing a small smile.

"Ah, well, must be tired, I understand. Then I shall go over your schedule and everything tomorrow, that is, if there is no questions up front?" he said, looking at her over the rims of his glasses.

"There is one… it's about supplies…" she started, looking up at him.

He took of his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he said "Do not worry. You will get it tomorrow, your supplies I mean, at the store located in the basement of the school, where the café is as well. It's where most of the stuff you buy is" he said, putting his glasses down on the desk, leaning back in his chair. "Is that all?" he smiled at her.

She nodded as they both stood. "Well then, I'll see you tomorrow" he said, bowing to her as she grabbed the bundle of papers, bowing as well. She quickly walked out of the school, down a solemn street. As she turned down a street, she saw a small creek over a fence. Deciding to check it out, and that it was a quicker way to get home, rather than crossing the bridge farther down, she pushed the bundles over the fence until it landed with a soft 'plunk' on the other side. She quickly made her way over, then grabbed up the bundles, and started along the river.

It was a few moments before she saw a ruffle in the flowing water, to find it was a path of stepping stones. She smiled as she started across, one foot on the stone at a time, until she made her way across, turning around and staring at the path she'd just crossed. She smirked as she looked the other way.

I found a way to get home at least, over the stepping stones and hop the fence she thought, laughing slightly as she made her way down a street, unguarded by a steel fence like the last, but a fence of trees.

A/N: comments, questions, concerns?