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Chapter 3: First Day of School
Two days after the football game and the weird red stuff coming out of that guy's eyes, I was meanwhile busy shopping for school. Sunday seemed to fly by and before you knew it I was in the bathroom getting ready for school.

"Mom! Haley's taking way too long in the bathroom! Tell her to get out!" I heard Max scream from outside the bathroom. I sighed and opened the door.

"I'm out!" I said, rolling my eyes, and ran down the stairs to the breakfast table. It was the typical sight every time I got out of the bathroom. My dad was seated at the head of the table reading the newspaper. On the cover the headline read: EXPLOSION IN HIGH SCHOOL – STUDENTS ESCAPE SERIOUS INJURIES IN FREAK ACCIDENT.

My mom had just finished cooking her last pancake and set it down on Max's side of the table. She then went on to read her latest Reader's Digest. I sat down and couldn't take my eyes off the cover of the newspaper my dad was reading. It was amazing how well the rest of my family could cope with it. I was still getting over it. Oh yeah, probably because they hadn't seen Scott's eyes blast a red laser out or whatever it was.

"Dad, can I read that after you?" I asked, grabbing the fork, which was just about ready to dive into those pancakes with syrup splattered all over it tiny form.

"Sure sweetie. Actually you can have it now. I should be going now," my dad said, taking a sip of his coffee,andhanded me the newspaper. I grabbed it and quickly turned over to the cover.

My dad stood up, grabbed his coat and briefcase, and kissed my mom goodbye. The main reason why we even moved to Bayville was because my dad had quit the law firm he was in back in San Francisco. Dad was a lawyer and helped open a law firm with his friend Carl. Carl and Dad were involved in this big case involving some mobsters and drugs. Carl, in order to win and get all that money the mobsters were willing to give them, planted evidence and such so they could win. My dad, even though he was a lawyer, had ethics and refused to work for someone like that so quit. Because of that were now in Bayville and I had just witnessed the craziest of things.

I looked at the Bayville Times and read a few lines. Star quarterback Duncan Matthews had severed a concussion and couldn't remember what had happened. His two teammates had mysteriously lost their memories as well even though there was no sign of a concussion. Principal Raven Darkholme will make sure to take extra precautions next game so there won't be any more freak accidents.

Extra precaution? How can you prevent a teenager to blast off lasers from his eyes? Angrily I tossed the newspaper away just as my brother came in to sit next to me.

"Hand me the newspaper, will you?" Max asked.

I sighed and gave him the newspaper, glaring at the cover. Nothing was making sense. I didn't get it! I was smart, I should be able to figure it out, but I just…couldn't. I couldn't remember the last time I was so confused like this.

"Freak accident?" my brother asked, reading the cover like I had. "That was no freak accident. Some crazy stuff happening at that school."

He looked at me. "Good Luck."

"I'm going to need it, too," I sighed.

Mom dropped off Max off to school first. I came last.

"Good-bye sweetie. Have a great first day," my mom shouted, as I exited the car. I waved at her and looked at the large building that read: Bayville High School. At least they had nice grass. I had to give them that one.

I walked sullenly up the steps inside the building and to the office where I would receive my schedule. An old red haired lady behind a desk was filing her nails when I came in. On the desk "Dorothy Miller" could be read.

"Hi, I'm new here, I'm supposed to get my schedule," I said.

"Name?" the lady said, not even have the courtesy to look up at me.

"Haley Woodrow," I answered.

Just then a loud thud came from inside the principal's office and the frog boy I had seen earlier hopped away.

I stared at him as he walked out of the administration office. I then looked back at Dorothy Miller who had my schedule in her hand. I took it from her and quietly walked off. I examined it as I walked off to my designated locker. My schedule read:

French

Honors English

Honors Social Studies

Trigonometry

Gym

Biology

'Nice line up,' I thought to myself.

I walked over to my locker and saw the redhead I had seen earlier cry out "Scott! Scott!" She was talking to a short blonde haired girl. This time I was able to notice the dozens of charms she had on her fingers. Wow.

She looked over at me and I looked away, not trying to seem like a weirdo. I turned the combination on my locker and opened it with success. To my amazement, the redhead walked up to me with a happy smile.

I didn't want to be judgmental, but from the way she looked she must have had a pretty wonderful life by the smile she had. She looked perfect and probably very involved in the school. Involved as in being in every extracurricular activities, the yearbook staff…things like that.

"Hi, are you new here?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, how do you know?"

She shrugged. "I haven't seen you around here and you look kind of nervous."

"I am," I smiled, "Nervous that is. It's weird coming to a new place where you don't know anyone."

"Well then, you can start by getting to know me. My name's Jean Grey," she said, offering her hand to shake.

I shook it. She began to walk away and said, "Trust me, you'll love it here."

Somehow I doubted that.

Jean Grey…

For some reason that name sounded too familiar to me. I had heard it from somewhere – someone. Oh yeah, she was the girl Taryn Fujioka was talking about. Jean Grey, the girl was popular. She was dating the star quarterback for the football team. She was the girl who lived in that huge mansion. Taryn had also mentioned Scott Summers, a 'hunk' as she had put it. Maybe Scott lived in that mansion too? Did that mean they were both eyes-popping-out-lasers people? Then what exactly did "gifted" mean?

Taryn had said that Scott wore glasses or something and I remembered seeing him wear them when he was fighting with Duncan. Jean was not. I gasped, so engulfed within my thoughts. Maybe Jean did something else though? Scott was the eyes-popping-out-lasers guy and she was the flying one? I shook my head. I was jumping to conclusions. Silly me.

My classes seemed to fly by and already I had a huge stack of homework to do. The bell rang, indicating lunchtime and so I went to my locker to get my lunch. On my way I noticed the frog boy talking to – of all people – Scott Summers. Maybe frog boy was a weirdo too. He sure looked like it, no offense. I quickly grabbed my lunch and walked off toward the cafeteria. Yet my curiosity forced me to see what was going on between frog boy and Scott Summers.

I hid behind a wall, my paper sack lunch tightly grasped in my hand. I could've been caught by either of them, but my adventuresome side had already taken over.

The frog boy whipped out his long, slimy, green tongue, wrapped it around Scott's glasses and pulled them away. I closed my eyes, anticipating what had happened last time, but nothing happened. I looked over and saw that Scott had closed his eyes just in time.

My jaw dropped. No human being's tongue could ever be that long, slimy, and green. I was ready to faint then and there, but knew I couldn't risk it.

"Hey!" protested Scott.

"Whattha matter Thummerths?" the frog boy asked, his words hard to grasp since the glasses were still on his tongue and covered with slime. Ew. Gross!

"'Fraid to open yer eyes?" the frog boy snickered.

"Obviously, we both know what'll happen if I do. Now, give me back my shades before I go nuclear on you," Scott threatened. This was extremely uneasy for me. This stuff didn't happen in everyday ordinary life.

I gasped as Scott's eyes slowly began to glow.

"You got it!" the frog boy said and tossed the glasses up in the air. It landed on his tongue and he tossed them on Scott's face again. Gross!

"Well, as you can see, you and me, we got somethin' in common," the frog boy pointed out.

Scott wiped the slime away from his glasses. I thought I was about to vomit. He spoke, "Yeah. Now we're both slimy."

"Nope," the frog boy said and flipped over Scott. Wow. I was impressed. "I mean, we ain't like other people."

Ok…Now what was he getting at? Other people like me? Normal people? He and Scott weren't normal. Well duh.

"And your point is?" Scott asked, sounding a little ticked off. Who could blame him? My stomach was growling for food and I bet his was too. Did he even have a stomach? Maybe eyes-popping-out-lasers people didn't get hungry?

"I just wanna talk," the frog boy said and jumped sideway on the locker. Creepy. "and we'll get to know each other better? You know?"

He laughed as he stuffed his face inside Scott's lunch bag. "Maybe do lunch."

"I'll think about it," Scott said, walking away.

"Sure, you think about it, Summers. I got other stuff to do," the frog boy said. He jumped off the lockers and back flipped out the open window near the lockers. I watched as Scott was completely out of sight and ran toward the open window. The frog boy was jumping away from the school on the grass.

Whoa: crazy stuff.

I walked back to the cafeteria and took a seat in an empty table. My mind was so busy thinking that I didn't have time to notice I was a complete loner there. That was probably a good thing because if I had noticed I would've acted very insecure at that moment.

My thoughts went back to what 'frog boy' had said. "We ain't like other people." Ain't? Who talked like that? I shook my head. That wasn't important. What was important was what he meant by that. Scott knew, he just didn't lead on that much. It wasn't like I could just go up to him and ask "are you different?" Or maybe I could? No, I couldn't. He'd think I was a weirdo or something.

"Haley! Over here!"I heard a voice call. I looked over and saw Natalie, the girl from the football game, and a black haired Chinese girl next to her whose hair was in two tight pigtails.

"Come sit over here," Natalie said, pointing to the seat next to the Chinese girl.

I walked over and sat down. "Angie, this is Haley. Haley, meet Angie."

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," Angie smiled.

"Haley and I met at the football game on Saturday. She moved here from California," Natalie explained.

"Cool," Angie smiled. "I hear it has a lot of great beaches."

I smiled and that's when we all went into some conversations. But my mind kept thinking back to the incident with frog boy and Scott. I had to find out what he meant. But did I really want to know? Maybe me not knowing the truth was best for everyone, but I couldn't help but be the tadest bit curious. I needed to find out what was going on and that was that.

Violet: R/R please!