A/N- Well here's the second chapter so enjoy: )

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William London 6:30 am.

"Flight number eight has just pulled into the terminal." The P.A, system announced.
I sighed and started to mutter under my breath. "Why did Dad get called away on a meeting and Mom had to go buy food, leaving me to pick Miss. Longe up? I don't even want her here. How am I suppose to work this summer with an annoying girl hanging around?"
I thought back to the day when dad asked me if I cared if we hosted an exchange student from America. I had said that it was ok. Now I wished that I had said as long as it's not a girl. My rant was soon stopped by that fact that the passengers of flight eight where now exiting the plane. Then I remembered that I had neglected to take with me the picture that the exchange program had given us. "Damn!" I swore loud enough to collect stares from the passengers. Well I guess that I shall just have to go up to every female who looks to be about 19 to 20 and ask them if they're Miss. Longe. I started my search. Only two females looked to be about 19/20. One had blond hair and green eyes. She was wearing a white leather miniskirt with matching knee high boots, and a white leather coat that went down to her knees. Under the coat she was wearing a light pink shirt and a necklace that that had a single diamond in it. Everything about her screamed wealth. I looked down at her hands and what I saw confirmed that she had never down have work. However, she played the violin and the piano. My observations complete, I walked up to her and asked, "Are you by any chance Serena Longe?" praying that this was not her. I didn't think that I would be able to survive a whole year with a girl who could do nothing herself. She gave me look and said, "No, I'm Marissa Monte. You are?"
"William Holmes, Sorry to bother you." She gave me another look. I ignored however and focused my attention on the other girl. She was tall with short brown hair and violet colored eyes. Probably contacts. She was wearing black boots, jeans, a black, lacy camisole, and a necklace with two intertwined dragons and a violet colored gem in the dragon's mouths. When I looked at her hands, I could tell right away that she had done work. She played the guitar and that she held her pen to tightly. The last thing that I noticed was that on her left hand, just below her wrist, there was a burn mark. I walked over to her. Before I could say anything she said, "You must be William Holmes, but I thought that your dad was going to pick me up?" I looked at her surprised. "How did you know?"
"Easy. The exchange program gave me pictures of you and your Dad." She grinned.
"Well then I guess that you're Miss. Longe." I said.
"Please don't call me that. Call me by my first name, Serena." She said with a slight glare.
"Ok. So would you like to get your luggage?"
"Sure and umm before we leave, I must have some hot chocolate." Serena said.
"What?" I said surprised "Don't you mean coffee?"
"No, I don't drink coffee. I can't stand the stuff." She stated.

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Serena

We were driving downtown in silence. I had gotten my hot chocolate and was happily sipping it. It had taken a bit for me to get use to the car driving on the left side of the road. I had however, successfully managed not to scream. I looked over at William, who I think was trying to ignore the fact that I was there. He was tall like 6 feet tall; it made my 5 feet 9 inches feel very small, but on a brighter note I could wear my favorite black, knee high boots without worrying about making someone uncomfortable. He had black hair. Every strand was neatly in place. The one thing that made people look twice at William were his eyes, they were a cold, gray color, and when he looked at you it felt like he could see right through you. Not exactly the best feeling in the world. After a couple minute of silence other than the hum of the car engine and the sound of me drinking my hot chocolate, I couldn't take and I asked William how much longer until we got to his house.
"A half hour." was his very abrupt reply.
"So what classes are you taking this year?" I asked hoping to get him to talk.
"Some classes in law, science, and math." After that I decided that I would try one more thing before I gave up. "Do you talk? Like more than a sentence?" He turned and glared at me. I looked back at him and said "I'll take that as a no." He just turned and went back to driving. After another couple of minutes I needed to at least have some music in the car. I reached for the radio. "What do you think your doing?" William asked.

"Turning on the radio."

"Fine go ahead, but don't you dare change the station." William said. I shrugged and turned it on. The sounds of classical music filled the car. I smiled and thought that maybe things would work out great this summer. William looked at me for a moment smiled and turned back to driving.

The rest of the ride was spent listening to classical music and discussing various artists. A half hour later we pulled up into the driveway of the Holmes' house. It was a small Victorian located on Baker Street, near the campus where Mr. And Mrs. Holmes worked. Mrs. Holmes walked out of the house, smiled and proceeded to give me a tour of the house while the guys brought all my stuff up to my room. When I walked into the hallway the first thing that I noticed was there was a staircase to my right, on the left were two doors, and straight ahead was another door. Mrs. Holmes led me to the first door on the left and said, "This is the living room. We do not own a T.V. We feel that it's a waste of time."

"That's ok. I like to read." I said. It was true you should've seen the number of books that I had packed in one of my suitcases. The living room was big and to the right was a fireplace with bookshelves on both sides of the fireplace. The room was painted with a golden brown and the rest of the furniture matched. It was wonderfully relaxing. By the fireplace and bookshelves there was a couch and a big cushy chair. On the left was a bay window with a window seat underneath it and to the right of the window was a computer desk.

"That computer is for everyone's use. The ones that you'll see in the office are for me and Robert."(A/N Robert is Mr. Holmes) Mrs. Holmes then led me back out to the hallway and led me to the second door. "Here's the kitchen, over there is the refrigerator, stove, dishwasher, sink, and the table." She said while pointing to each of them in turn. "Now onto the office." We then walked into the office; it was a red gold room. There were two bookshelves, both of them filled with books, two desks, and a very large filing cabinet.

"The door to the left goes to the bathroom. Now Robert and I will be spending a lot of time in here over the summer preparing for our classes. During the school year we will be spending even more time in here. If you need anything from us just knock and we'll help you." She then led me up to the second floor and led me right to my room. There was a bookshelf to my right and a closet on my left. My bed was right next to a window, allowing a nice view of the park next to the house. Then there was a desk with another big cushy chair. The room was painted a dark blue.

"It's perfect!" I said amazed that they didn't want this room for themselves.

"Well I'm glad you like it." She chuckled "Now a couple last things before I'll let you unpack. William's room is down the hall to the right. He doesn't like people going into it. The bathroom is on the left. Our bedroom is the door closest to the stairs. Well I'm going to let you unpack now; I'm sure that Robert and William have managed to bring your stuff up." Just then William opened up the door carrying one of my suitcases he smiled and said, "What do you have in here, bricks?"

"Yes, What else would I bring?" I said with a straight face. He laughed and said, "I'm willing to bet that there are books in this suitcase. Not bricks." "Well you're right." I started to unpack right away. I spent the rest of the morning unpacking. Around 12:30 I had a quick and went right back to unpacking. By 6:30 I had finished unpacking and I was beat! I went down stairs and had supper. During supper William surprised me when he said, "Serena, do you play the guitar?" "Yes. I do, but I didn't bring it with me so how did you know?"

"Your fingertips have callousness."

"Oh. Anything else you can tell about me?"

"You write with a pen, which you hold to tightly. You are slightly lazy and careless." He smirked at me. I thought for a moment and I looked down at my hands.

"I've got it! I have ink all over my hands from my pen, and on my middle finger there is a small callous. I left on my fingernail polish instead of taking it off when I had the time. Last you must have seen all of my cuts and bruises and concluded that I'm careless. I'm I right?" He looked at me puzzled for a moment and then he said, "Yes, you were dead on." The rest of supper was uneventful and afterwards I went straight to bed dead tired. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. I was back inside the old apartment where I used to live. It was going up in flames. I looked up just as the ceiling of my room started to collapse. I ran for it. I jumped down the stairs two at a time. I heard people screaming in pain. Why weren't the sprinklers on? The stairs collapsed just as I jumped off the last step. Pieces of the stairs flew at me I managed to raise my hand in time to block a part of the railing, but it had left a gash in my arm. Before the whole building collapsed, I made a run for the door. I managed to escape just as part of the ceiling broke and fell blocking the exit. I woke up and suppressed the urge to scream. "It's just a nightmare. Nothing to be scared of." I told myself over and over again. When I had clamed down enough I pondered my dream. I've had it ever since my house burned down and my family died. It was really trying on my adopted family back in Boston. I had woken them up so many times because of that dream, but when I had gone to college it had stopped. So why would it come back now?

Well now you guys know what happened in her past. I need some people who would want to be the irregulars for my story. Just give me your character's name, what they look like, and what you want their personality to be.

Special thanks to brdtpst (Bored typist) and my other reviewer.