Chapter 2

I awake with Hannah in my bed, cuddling close to me. We had been up most of the night. Hannah had cried lots and I refused to go to sleep until she did. Eventually she fell asleep and I soon joined her.

I spend the morning down in my 'rooms', Hannah helps me paint the doors the opposite colors the walls are and paint the steps in alternate colors. This takes most of the morning. Zack comes over after lunch and we take Hannah to the park and play football with her. See, even though Hannah is only 13, she still hangs round with us. She is quite cool-apart from the pink-thing! The next 2 weeks went past in a blur and soon the holidays were coming to an end. I would be going to Horace Green High while Hannah would be going to a public school (she had a choice and choose public). The night before, we got all our stuff ready and Hannah slept in my room so we could talk a bit before we went to sleep.

-Two weeks later-

I awoke at 6:30 am and got ready to go to school. I had to be there for 8:15 while Hannah had to go be at school for 8:45. I was walking to school when Zack ran up behind me.

"Hey Katie! All psyched up for school?"

"Sure!" I say sarcastically, "Who else will I know here?" I still hadn't seen anyone else since my 3 weeks of living here again.

"Err…mainly everyone from the band…" I could tell Summer was still a sore topic for him.

We arrive at school 10 minutes early. I say goodbye and walk towards the principal's office.

"Good morning Miss. Brown. I do believe that you are new here?"

"You believed correct Mrs.…?"

"Johnson, dear."

"Mrs. Johnson."

"Well here is your timetable,"

She hands me the sheet and I looked at it while I walk out the office. I find my homeroom a few minutes late and with my luck, when I walk in I see a head of messy blonde hair sitting next to a brunette. I sit down in the only seat available next to Zack. I don't think Jones realizes who I am, he says hi but I ignore him. There is no way I am forgiving him after what he did. I say hi to Zack, and then the attendance is taken. I have math first period and so does Zack. I sit next to him, Lawrence is here too, but he doesn't recognize me.

At lunch I sit on my own cause Zack sits with the band and I can't expect him to sit with me instead of Jones – his best mate. In homeroomZack asks me to come someplace after school, but he won't tell me where. I agree and find the geography room.

Me and Zack walk down the street that I first saw him and Jones on my second day. We go up the familiar stairs and into an apartment – Dewey's to be exact. Dewey recognizes me straight away and has me playing bass for him. The rest of the 'musical' band (apart from Summer-who would normally come as well) walk in and see me.

"Errrrrr…am I being replaced?" A new dude who I've never met before asks Dewey.

"Guys…guess who?" Dewey ignores the new guy.

"Dewey, what's going on?" asks Marta.

"Katie's back!" Cries Zack

It takes a while for them to process the news, and then Marta walks up slowly to give me a hug,the everyone apart from the new dude and Jones runs over and hugs me tightly. I get a lot of questions. We sit for half an hour on the floor and I answer most people's questions. They say that they have a new bass player, but I don't mind because I'm going to start my own band. So after catching up, they get playing. Jones asks them something and they all nod and play at different times. He asks Marta todo something and she sits behind the drum kit. They practice this song for a while, but I have to go home for tea, so I don't get to hear the lyrics. When at home I start to design a poster for my new band. I can't wait because I have two songs already from when I left and I want to play themas a proper song.

I finish the poster; it shows me wielding my bass, in front of a stormy background, with lightning. Clichéd, I know, but it looks effective. I add some lettering,

Katie Brown needs YOU to be in her rockin' band!

As I look at it, I realize it reminds me of the poster Dewey made that one time, he showed us it years ago. I angrily screw it up. And chuck it in my bin. I redraw it, adding some different lettering;

Born to rock? Then let's rock together!

It's maybe not as good, but it definitely doesn't bring back as many memories. I add the details at the bottom, where to find me, when the auditions'll be.

I scan it onto my computer, and print out a dozen copies. I shove them into my bag for tomorrow, and flop back on the bed, sighing. Phew. There's homework I need to do, dinner, I have to eat, and some chores my mom wants me to do, but I…I can't. Everything's crowding in on me, I need to get out. I grab my coat, for some reason the sunflower I have in a vase, put on a trainer, and walk out the door, stopping to put on my other trainer. I run, and run, not knowing where I'm going. I ignore my coat flapping out behind me, I ignore Hannah calling after me, ignore everything but the rhythm of my feet pounding the asphalt.

Finally I stop, leaning over to catch my breath. While I'm staring at the floor, I look up slowly, seeing a grave. A freshly-dug grave. I kneel in front of it, knowing the name on the tombstone, knowing the inscription.

Summer Anne Hathaway, friend to all.

The tears start silently pouring down my face, and I fall over, no longer crying silently, but gasping for breath. Why? Why her? She was so good, she was perfect. She was a straight A student, she had lots of friends, she had a boyfriend, a loving family. She deserved better than this, she should have grown up, had the job and family she'd wished for.

I calm down, slowly sitting up. I carefully dry my eyes and pick up the flower I meant to place on her grave. Sunflowers – her favorite. We always called her Sunflower, as they only come out in summer. She always smiled when we called her that, her little rosy-cheeked smile. I hear the crunch of feet on gravel behind me, and stand up. I don't look around – there's no need to, I know exactly who it is. Jones.

"Katie. Posh Sp-"

I turned around. He can never, ever call me that again. I look at his apologetic face, does he even know what he's apologizing for? I see red, I push him hard, hard as I can. He falls backward, I see it as if in slow motion. I turn and run, run as hard as I can. It's like a nightmare – I feel as though I'm running, and running, and not getting anywhere.

Tinkerbell, where are you now that I need you?

Where are you now that I need you?

Thanks to everyone who reviewed,

Lil-filly007-thanks for your review, and here it is...

UrS0D00rk3y-thanks for reviewing, err, originally Summer was kidnapped and held ransom, but didn't survive, but with the people 3 or 4 poeple who were held ransom and were killed, I didn't want to put it in, sooooo I don't know how she died, mabye you can come up with a reason and tell me...? As for Katie hating Freddy, you find out in the last chapter...

Nanners77-Hope you enjoy this, thanks for reveiwing, and i really liked 'You Raised Me Up', I don't like Freddy/Summer, but, hell,that was abloody brilliantstory

The Masked Marauder-thanks for reviewing, im glad you liked it, but i don't know how she died, read UrS0D00rk3y's reply and it should help you...

piperleo4eva- thanks for your review, was it a good sadness, or bad sadness? I hope you enjoy this chapter

Peace Out

Dol