Hey everyone.

Reviewers:

Phishy2: Don't try. Don't even try. I suggests she talks to George Lucas too, your royal hienee!

Soycaliente: Karen is Kitten. I just changed the name. She moved after the 'Date with Destiny' incindent. (sp?)

Terra Rock: I knew someone had to like Terra! Okay, this chapter is for you!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story. (duh)

"Could you answer the question on the board Samantha? Samantha!" Mr. Denture's voice finally came to me.

"Pardon?" I asked. Bad move. The whole class laughed.

Very bad move.

"I want to know if your not too busy daydreaming out the window you could answer the question on the board?" Mr. Denture said sarcastically. I looked up. It was a math question.

I hate math.

"Um…I think it's twelve?" I said, thinking fast for the correct answer.

"Wrong! Madison?" Mr. Denture said, turning away from me.

"Twenty-two," she said proudly.

"Correct!" Everyone looked at me. I groaned and put my head on the table while everyone laughed at my stupidity.

Sometimes life is not fair.

I walked out, jostled and pushed and trampled as everyone hurried to get out of the math class.

"Samantha?" I turned. "Could I have a word?" Nodding, but dreading what I knew he was about to say, I walked over. "If you do not start working harder, I am sorry to say that I will have to keep you back another year." Mr. Denture didn't sound the least bit sorry.

"I'm sorry, I have other things on my mind," I said, wanting to get this over with.

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to find someway to get them off your mind. You are dismissed." I walked out.

"Oh and Samantha?" I turned.

"Bandana's are not permitted in my classroom." Nodding, I pulled it off. As soon I as walked out, I replaced. I couldn't let anyone find out who I was.

Terra, the murderer of twenty. I didn't mean to. It's the power.

The power is pure evil.

I sat down with my tray at an empty table. No one wanted to sit beside me, that was for sure. That was the way it had been for 3 months.

3, boring, murderous, lonely months.

The intercom came on. "WE HAVE EVIDENCE THAT A KILLER HAS BEEN ENROLLED IN THIS SCHOOL. WILL ALL STUDENTS REPORT TO THE HALL. THAT WILL BE ALL."

Shit, how could they have found me? So I ran.

And they saw me.

So they started chasing me.

I ran into a deep alleyway. I tripped and fell but got up and kept running. I ran through a crowd of people and they were held back for a bit. But I knew they would be back on my trail. So I kept running. And I bumped into someone I thought I would never see again.

Stan. On a moped.

Damn, he looked really hot.

"No way…Jessica?" He asked.

"Hi," I said.

"Where have you been?" He asked me again, trying to pry the information out.

"Busy. Have to get out," I said, throwing him a tell-you-later look. He nodded, handed me a helmet and we speed off.

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"Is this okay?" Stan asked, pointing to an empty cave. I nodded. "Why can't we go to a hotel or something?" he complained as we walked in.

"I can't let them find me," I said, looking for twigs to start a fire with.

"Who?" Stan asked playfully. I looked up.

"The police." He backed away.

"Karen wasn't lying…you are a murderer…oh bloody hell…"

"Stan-"

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" He shouted. I quickly put a hand over his mouth. He pulled it away. "Who are you? And this time, I want the truth." I hung my head.

"Alright. It's a rather long story, so I think you should get comfortable." He obediently sat, staring angrily at my sad face. "It began a long time ago…"

Another Cliffy! Just for you Phishy2, cause I know how much you like them.

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