A milked white mask peered down at the petrified Isabelle, a knife held in their hand.

"Please don't hurt me." She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks and neck.

The masked figure burst out laughing and then pulled themask off, revealing their face. I

sabelle couldn't believe who she was staring at.

Mandy suddenly burst out laughing as well, smudging the fake blood from her neck.

Isabelle couldn't do or say anything; she could hardly breathe.

"Please don't hurt me." Mocked Cassandra.

Isabelle looked at Mandy. "I thought…"

Mandy burst in. "I was dead, or your friend. Both I lied about." She laughed again.

This was all some sick plan.

"Why? What have I done?" She asked, her voice all shaky.

Cassandra stopped laughing and walked up to Isabelle. "I don't think you understand. I don't think you've even noticed. My friends have been telling me you've been flirting with Darren Locker, my boyfriend."

"What are you talking about? This is my 3rd day and already I'm getting accused of flirting. I may be confident, but I'm not that confident and anyway I don't even know who he is."

Cassandra slapped her. "Stop lying and stay away from him. Come on Mandy."

Mandy pushed passed and they both left.

Isabelle sat on the toilet seat and started to cry. The bell rang for class to start, but Isabelle didn't plan on going back to class.

"Sicko's. Who plays a joke like that just because they think your flirting with their boyfriend? We are 12 year olds, not 24. Argh!" Isabelle muttered to herself.

She wiped her tears and made her way to the door which they had locked behind them.

"Dammit" She slammed her hands against the door and then kicked it. She felt a breeze and then saw the window. She walked over and then pulled herself out of the window. She jumped out and tripped over her feet. She started to cry again.

"Hey you ok?" Isabelle looked around and saw a boy standing there.

"Need a hand?" he asked polietly.

Isabelle shook her head however he ignored her signal and took her arm and helped lift her.

"Thanks. I'm so pathetic." She said, wiping her tears from her rosy cheeks.

"No you ain't. It's good to have a good cry, even I cry, don't tell anyone though eh?" He winked making Isabelle blush.

"Darren" he said holding his hand out.

"Isabelle" she replied without even thinking.

"Wait, what's your second name?"

"Locker" he bluntly answered.

"Your Cassandra's boyfriend."

Darren laughed. "She wishes. She always said that ever since I was in her primary class. We aren't though. Anyway what you got next?"

Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off his lips however quickly shook out of her daze and took her timetable out. "I have maths with Mr Heron."

Darren smiled. "Cool, it seems we are in the same class. We better go, Heron is seemingly very strict."

Isabelle smiled and they started walking towards their next class, not knowing who was spying on them.

Kelly's class were silently scribbling down the notes left by Miss Peyton on the board as she looked through her emails. She spotted the one she needed to read and clicked on it. It looked like a normal email about school opening times and meetings, however with a scrambler, it was a secret message.

Peyton clicked the highlighted part and put the scrambler (disguised as a pen) into the computer. The message took 5 minutes to decode and then it appeared in a small box.

Peyton clicked the box and the message read:

THE MEETING WILL TAKE PLACE IN 3 HOURS AT THE FOLLOWING ADDRESS- 29 STROKE ROAD, LOS ANGELES.

BE THERE ON TIME!

Peyton deleted the message straight away, and looked around the classroom.

"I will be back in a minute." She told the class as she took her mobile and left the classroom.

She made sure no one was around and then dialled in Sark's number. "Hello." He answered.

"Its Peyton, the meeting will take place in 3 hours at 29 Stroke road. Be there on time."

Sark smirked. "Don't worry darling, I will be there, after all it is you."

Peyton shook her head and also smirked, she had a thing for Sark.

"I will contact my employer and I will see you there." He hung up and Peyton dialled in another number.

"It's Peyton. The meeting is going to take place in 3 hours, what is our next move?" She waited for her employer's answer.

"Take the money and make sure and collect the horizon. I am not making the same mistake as my sister."