A/N: This story combines season 1 and 2 knowledge since I can't watch the new episodes, save for wednesdays, due to band. This was a story written a long time ago in a roleplay that has never been published before on the internet, and it had ironic coincidences from season 2. So this was all my idea! So ha! ...Anyways (before I go all crazy on you guys...) hope you enjoy this chapter, and the whole story for that matter!

"But daddy, you've only been home for a couple months now, can't I just continue at Corvana? Or home schooling? Then I could spend more time with you," said a blonde, teenage girl to her smiling father. They waited next to their car by the gates to Kadic Jr. High.

"I'm sorry, Arty, but you need to stay here. I'm very busy now too and you can meet some great new friends here!" The man replied to his frowning daughter, "Artemis, cheer up. You'll like it here, I promise. Besides, I'm only a phone call away."

"Ok…" muttered the girl, giving in to her father's idea. She reluctantly picked up her backpack and suitcase, still watching the ground with a sad eye. Artemis said her goodbyes and waved until her father's car drove around the corner and out of her sight. She sighed and turned to look at her new school, taking in the buildings and students that wandered about the grounds. Slowly, she began walking into the schoolyard feeling like such an outsider.

Her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a braid but her bangs hung in her face as she watched the ground go by beneath her. The activity seemed to blur and slow down around her as she focused only on the ground and made her way closer to the school buildings.

"Ooooh, New Kid," exclaimed Odd to his friend Ulrich. The two boys were hanging out on a school bench watching Sissy practice her new baton routine, hitting herself in the head several times (much to their enjoyment).

"Eh. She looks kinda down, huh Odd. Reminds me of Herve when Sissy starts flirting with someone else," said Ulrich.

"Like you?" Odd laughed, seeing the grimace his brunette friend gave him. He flashed a goofy grin right back at Ulrich's sour frown.

Artemis continued on to the administration building she had marked on her campus map. Her father reminded her to visit the principal to know where to go. She walked into the warmly lit office, shutting the door carefully behind her. The secretary greeted her plainly and asked for her to sit until the principal would see her. But it wasn't long before she was called in, so she left her luggage by her chair and continued to the office.

Timidly, she poked her head in the doorway and slowly made her way inside, having a seat awkwardly.

"You are…Miss Calhart, correct?" asked the man, standing up straight and proud to make a good impression of himself (as he notes to do). She nodded at the question. "Good to meet you. Here is your dorm key," he handed her a small slip of paper with a key attached, "And you will find the rules here are very much the same at Corvana Jr. High. Dr. Calhart stopped by earlier to drop off some of your things. They are already in your dorm room. Your father told me you were interested in the soccer team on your last visit correct?"

Artemis nodded again, this time with a small gleam in her blue eyes. "Very much so sir."

"Let me see if I can arrange that," he picked up his phone and dialed a quick number. "Jim? I have a new student here who's interested to join your soccer team…That's right…Alright…Alright Jim, thank you," he placed the phone back on the receiver and faced the girl again. "You will need to dress out and report to the soccer field later on at four o clock. Alright?"

"Thank you sir, I understand." The girl replied politely, starting to stand up again.

"If you need anything, any one of the faculty will be more than happy to help. Have a good day Miss Calhart."

Artemis wandered the dorm hallways for what seemed like forever. 'This was supposed to be easy! Where is room 213!' She frowned angrily at the paper as she turned another corner in the labyrinth of halls. Keeping her eyes glued to her paper, she failed to see where she was going.

With a great thud, two students collided rudely in the hall, sending a pair of glasses, a book, a backpack, and the dorm key flying. Artemis unintentionally caught the glasses in her lap and looked up at her collision victim. The boy was about the same age, slightly taller with lighter blonde hair.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I should have been watching where I was going!" she began to apologize, knowing any normal person would start yelling by now.

"It's ok, I shouldn't have been reading and walking at the same time," replied the boy calmly with a small smile. "Now where did my glasses go…" He blindly felt around for them until she held them up.

"Is this what you're looking for?" she asked innocently, trying not to laugh at his dazed expression.

"Oh, yeah, thanks." He slipped them on with a sigh of relief, "That's better. I haven't seen you around before. Are you new?"

"How'd you guess…" she said dully, knowing the "new kid" ridicule was bound to start sometime.

"Considering you've got a bunch of stuff and a new dorm key with you." He laughed a bit.

She gave a shy smile, "Well, I suppose that would give it away. " She stood up, picking her things back up. "I'm Artemis."

"Jeremie," he held out his hand to shake, proving someone had manners in the school to her.

"Nice to meet you. Uh… you wouldn't by any chance happen to know where room 213 is…would you?" Arty sheepishly questioned, biting her lip in embarrassment.

"Sure! It's near my room and my friends Odd and Ulrich's. I'll show you." He waved to follow and started down the hallway with her cautiously trailing behind. He pointed to his room as they passed it, as well as his friends', and reached the very end of the hall to a door reading 213.

"Thanks a lot. I kinda got a little lost." She admitted.

"No problem. It was nice meeting you. See you later?" he waved and started to turn to be on his way until he noticed something peculiar. As Arty turned the key in the lock, a small red mark showed on the inside of her right wrist. Looking closer, the mark resembled a familiar symbol he had seen before. Xana's mark.