AN: ha ha. I doubt this is important, but it's sort of interesting. Today in French class my teacher gave us a list of words that aren't normally in the text book, but are sometimes on the regents, and one of them was Avenir, which means Future. I just thought it was funny, because of Mr. Avenir in 'Past', and how he seemed to know so much about the future, lol. Anyhoo, here's your update!

Oh, and another thing. My brother pointed this out to me, so to get things straight; I did not name Katrina after the Hurricane. Although I'd like to express my sympathies to everyone down there.

CHAPTER FOUR

DAY 2

Josie darted around the corner of the old school, her mind racing at all the new editions to the school. Right now she was supposed to be upstairs in Katrina's room, but she had snuck out and was now wandering the school, giving herself the tour she'd yet to be given. There were at least five new halls; giving Josie the impression that possibly someone had given a very generous donation to the old school. She didn't need to think too hard about who it may have been. Thinking of Vaughn, Josie allowed her mind to drift back to yesterday's football game. She hated to admit it, but by the way Katrina had acted around Vaughn, he seemed like the good guy. And when Josie and he got the chance to talk, he didn't seem anything as she'd expected. Granted, there were times when she could just picture Victor Pearson being the one she was speaking with. Maybe not in appearance, but just the way Vaughn spoke had sounded just like something Victor would say. They hadn't spoken too much throughout the game, but Vaughn had asked she and Katrina, along with the others who eventually showed up, back to his house for a dinner.

They had to decline. The others had to do their homework, and in all honesty, Josie wasn't sure she was ready to return to the Pearson house. From what Josie could gather, Vaughn had matured. Not only in appearance, but he really seemed to be controlled, knowing what to put his energy into and what not to. However, Josie couldn't help but notice the similarities between Vaughn and his son, Vinny. Although she'd only seen the way the two acted from a far, she could almost see that things were reversed. Vaughn tried to communicate with his son, but Vinny seemed to want nothing to do with him. Even if in her time she was mad at Vaughn, didn't mean she had any obvious reasons to be mad at him now. So as she explored the school, she decided she was going to try and patch things up between Vaughn and Vinny … somehow … while she was also trying to lay-low. Maybe this would be harder than she'd expected.

She turned another corner, and ended up bumping into the woman in front of her. "Oh," She managed, before looking up. Her eyes widened with surprise as she caught a glimpse of the face that was now focused on making sure all her books were there. When the woman finally looked at Josie, she frowned.

"Do I know you?" She asked.

"I – I," Josie said. How exactly had she managed to run into Vaughn's wife? The woman looked at her patiently, her facial expression giving away the fact that she was trying hard to connect Josie's face with a name.

"I don't believe I've seen you around school. Are you a new student?"

"Nope," Josie said quickly, managing to recover her wits. "Name's Trent. I'm visiting my cousin from out of town. And you are …?"

"Professor Pearson. And I wasn't aware of any visitors. Did Principal Eiley authorize this?" She asked.

"Of course he did," Josie said quickly. "He doesn't remember, though. He seems very forgetful."

Dee Pearson started laughing. "Sounds just like Principal Eiley. I'm sorry, I'm probably keeping you."

"No, I wasn't really going anywhere in particular. Mind if I walk with you?"

"Not at all." The two started walking in the opposite direction. "Tell me, Trent, where are you from?"

"Hamilton. I live with my Mom. I thought you were the cheerleading coach?"

"You saw that, huh? I teach English literature, but it's my free period now. Are you enjoying your stay here?"

"It's been interesting," Josie said.

Dee tossed her another thoughtful look. "You look just like someone I know. I just wish I could figure out who," She said, shaking her head. Then she simply laughed. "I'm sure it will come to me later tonight."

"So, Pearson. I think I've heard that name around the school," Josie said.

"Oh, two of my children attend Blake Holsey," Dee stopped outside a door, and Josie quickly opened it for her, revealing an empty English room. "Jovee, and Vinny."

"The quarter-back at last night's game? He seemed to be the only one who knew what he was doing," Josie said.

"He gets that from his Father," Dee said with a laugh. She put her papers down, and then looked back at Josie. "You seem so easy to talk to, Trent. Is that your first name, or your last name?"

"Last. My first name is … Jade. Jade Trent," Josie lied. It was the first name she thought of.

"I always loved that name," Dee said with a grin. "I wanted to name my first daughter that, actually. But my husband insisted on naming her Jovee – it rhymes with her godmother's name. Jovee is such a great girl. She takes after her Father so much. I wish I could say the same for Vinny, though."

"He doesn't get along with his Father?"

"No, not really. Vinny doesn't want any part of his Father's business. It's a shame, the two seemed so similar. Then a few years back Vinny changed." Dee laughed. "Look at me go on about my children to a student, no less. I must be boring you."

"No, I find it interesting," Josie said, her eyes lighting up as she took a seat at a table. It was interesting. Douglas had mentioned her older self didn't get along too well with Vaughn's wife, but so far Josie found her not as ditzy as she had expected. And how come no one had mentioned the fact that Mrs. Pearson was a teacher? "How long have you been teaching here?"

"Not too long," Dee admitted. "Two years."

"Oh, so you knew Principal Dur- ah, Lipschitz?" Josie asked with interest.

"Oh yes. She and my husband were very close," Dee said with a small smile. "He went here, you know - when he was younger."

"Really?"

"Mm hmm. Amanda Lipschitz is like a grandmother to the children, actually. She's so kind and friendly. It's a shame she never had children of her own."

"Yeah," Josie agreed softly.

Dee glanced up at the clock, pursing her lips. "Classes are going to end soon. You should probably go find your cousin," She said.

"Oh!" Josie exclaimed, looking at the clock. "Right." She turned back to Dee. "You wouldn't happen to know how I could find my way back to the girl's dorms, would you?"

"Take a right when leaving the room, and just go up the stairs. There's an adjoining hallway," Dee called over her shoulders.

"Thanks," Josie murmured, slipping out of the room. "It was nice meeting you!"

"You too!"

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"So I found out about the fight your Mom and my Dad had yesterday," Jovee said, walking quickly beside Douglas. Katrina looked at her with confusion. It was just the three of them heading back to Katrina's room to release Josie from her 'prison' and give her that tour of the school she'd been asking for. Nathaniel and Finley had stayed behind to speak with Z, much to Douglas' relief.

"What argument?" She asked.

"When we went to my house yesterday my Mom said she and Mr. Pearson got in a fight, and she decided to take a week off," Douglas explained.

"That's not good," Katrina said with a wince.

"You're telling me," Douglas said. "What if she chooses to stop in at the school?"

"Better hope she doesn't," Katrina replied.

"Guys, talking here? So anyways, I guess they were arguing about the security at Pearadyne," Jovee said, kicking her booted foot at an empty soda bottle lying on the floor. Katrina bent down, picking it up and tossing it in a nearby recycle bin, before giving Jovee a dirty look.

"Security, huh?" Douglas asked.

"Yeah, I heard my Dad talking with this guy on the phone. Apparently some really important documents went missing when he was out of town, and Mrs. Randall thought it might have been my Mom," Jovee said.

"We've already covered that. There's no way Dee's a traitor," Katrina said.

"I know, but I think Mrs. Randall was just stressed. Dad says she's been out of sorts for a few weeks now, becoming suspicious of anyone and everyone," Jovee replied.

"Ouch," Katrina said. "Maybe a week off is good for her."

"Maybe," Jovee and Douglas agreed.

"Does anyone else think it's a little weird that we don't call Mrs. Randall Josie?"

"Not really," Douglas said. "I call her Mom."

"Mrs. Randall just … fits her better," Jovee said with a shrug.

"Yeah, but …" Katrina stopped; glancing at Douglas, but then went forward with her words anyways. "She's not even technically married anymore."

Jovee let out a frustrated snort while Douglas just stiffened. "Not now," She mouthed. Katrina shook her head, but went along with it.

"Change of subject," Jovee said. "What did you get on the Math test?"

Katrina rolled her eyes. "72. I swear Mr. Lutz has it in for me."

"Well if you didn't bother to start a debate with him about the real importance of Math on the first day of school," Douglas said with a smirk.

"Come on! There's no way I'm going to actually – willingly – get myself involved with Math in my future. It's so not my thing," She said with a little laugh.

"You're just lazy," Jovee accused.

"Maybe," Katrina agreed with a grin. "So have you put any thought into your major?"

"Why are you so worried about your majors?" Douglas asked.

"We have to choose a major we're most interested and research it. Then we have to give a presentation, describing what we found out, and how we feel about it now that we know more," Jovee explained.

"Ooh, sounds fun."

"It isn't," Katrina said. "Try having no idea what you want to do. Can't I just … do nothing?"

"Aren't we productive," Douglas said.

"Ha ha."

"I already know I'm going to go work in the labs," Jovee announced.

"That's it? Just like that you decide you're going to follow through with the whole 'three generations of Pearson's' business?" Douglas asked.

"I've been thinking about it for awhile, actually. I want to know more about the work that goes on down there. It all sounds so interesting," Jovee explained.

"Yawn," Katrina said. She stopped in front of her bedroom door, and quickly opened it, stepping inside with the duo behind her.

Douglas' eyes lit up with fear. "Why isn't she here?" He demanded, turning to Katrina, who just shrugged.

"Seeing as she's not here, and the door was unlocked, I'm guessing she decided to take a stroll," She replied.

"She's not allowed to do that!" Douglas said.

"Chill," Katrina said, walking over to her desk and flipping through her CD's. "She'll be back."

"What if she got lost?" Jovee demanded.

"How could she get lost? She went here when she was our age."

"There have been new additions to the building since then!" Douglas exclaimed.

Katrina stared at him, jaw slightly dropped, before she grunted. "Nobody tells me anything anymore!"

Before anyone could reply, the door burst open, Josie stopping in her tracks. "Oh."

"Close the door and get … in!" Douglas snapped.

"That sounds familiar," Josie said, thinking back as she closed the door behind her.

"What were you doing?"

"I was just looking around," Josie replied. "I ran into your Mom. Why didn't you tell me she was an English teacher?"

Jovee blinked. "It never came up," She said.

"She's cool," Josie said.

Katrina fell back on her bed, cracking up laughing. "There's no way those words just came out of Josie Trent's mouth," She said through her fit of giggles.

"Are you trying to tell me that you saw Dee … that you talked with her, but she seemed okay with you?" Douglas asked with disbelief.

"Well she said I looked familiar, but she didn't clue anything together. So how come we don't get along in this time line."

"Ah!" Douglas said. "Future consequences."

Katrina's eyes got bigger as she took in an annoyed breath, and then let it out again. "You really need to cut that out."

She seemed about ready to answer Josie, when Jovee leaned over Douglas and looked closely at his ears.

"Wha – what are you doing?" He asked.

"Are your ears … pointy?" She asked with surprise.

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Josie 2 turned back to the janitor, a light smile on her face. "Everything seems to be settling in nicely. We shouldn't have any problems."

"Don't speak too soon," The janitor murmured, turning back to cleaning the dirty wall.

AN: And the craziness begins. Mwahahahaha. Thanks for reading, guys!