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Media Immersion seemed to go on and on forever. Snake rambled on about who knows what, while everyone sneaked notes to Sean welcoming him back. I caught Em instant messaging him. I caught most of the conversation. Basic questions of why he's back and for how long. It seemed he was here to stay. He was staying at his old house on welfare again. The bell rang just before Snake was about to give us a quiz on what he had been going on about.

"Well I guess you guy's will have to take this tomorrow, have a nice day everyone." Snake said with a smile.

Em and I walked toward the door. Em stopped outside the door. I stopped and looked at her. Sean came out.

"Hey Sean." Em said with a smile.

"Hey Emma." Sean hugged her. "You look great."

"Thanks, not so bad yourself." She said blushing. "This is Halley Mackenzie; her parents are friends with mine. She moved here about when you left."

Sean looked over at me. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sean."

"So I've heard." I said with a smile.

"She lives with me." Em said looking at me.

"Family problems?" Sean asked.

I nodded. "I guess you can say that."

The three of us began to walk. Along the way everyone gave Sean high fives or said welcome back. I wonder how long this will go on. We all went to our lockers, Peter caught up to Em giving her a kiss on the cheek. I wondered when filthy rich boy would come. I walked up to Em's other side.

"Hey Hal." Peter said with a smile.

"How many times have I told you to not call me that?" I asked aggravated.

"About one hundred at the least."

I rolled my eyes. Sean came up to us.

"Let me guess, your boyfriend?" He asked Em.

"Sean this is Peter, Peter this is Sean."

"So you're the hero who saved Em?" Peter stuck out his hand.

Sean took it in a hand shake.

"Thanks." Peter said with a smile.

Sean nodded. It seemed he was still a little uncomfortable talking about the shooting.

"So who's heading to directed studies?" Sean asked.

"I am." I said looking at him.

"Lead the way."

We both started to walk toward the directed studies room, which was the English room.

"How come I have to lead the way anyhow?" I asked.

"Because I might get lost."

"You came to this school before." I pointed out.

"So, maybe they switched up the rooms or something."

"Oh yeah, I bet they did over night so they could get Sean Cameron lost."

"They probably did." He said with a smile.

We both laughed and entered the English room.

"So where did you move from?" Sean asked taking a seat.

I sat down next to him. "Alberta."

"Interesting." Sean said leaning back in his chair.

"Interesting?" I asked.

"My brother lives there, that's how I ended up on welfare the first time."

"What's his name?"

"Tracker Cameron." Sean stated. "He took care of me while he lived here; I almost died when he said we had to move."

I didn't say anything. The bell rang; Mrs. Kwan sat at her desk looking over papers from last week's test.

"But I got out of it." Sean said with a smile. "I bet you've heard all about me."

"I guess so."

"Emma probably told you a lot."

"She's shared some stories." I said with a smirk.

"What stories?" Sean asked perking up.

"Just some 'random Sean Cameron memories' as she puts it."

"What have you heard?"

"You broke her heart a few times, you broke Ellie's heart, and you stole things, Saturday detention—."

"Who told you that?" Sean asked.

"Ellie, I found it quite cute actually." I said smiling.

I have never smiled this much.

"So who are your close friends?"

"Emma, Craig, Ellie, Marco." I stated. "There's more but I'm not as close to everyone else."

"Any enemies?" Sean asked getting interested.

"Manny Santos." I stated in disgust.

Sean laughed. "I'm surprised Paige or someone like that isn't in there either."

"Paige is ok actually, it's just Manny."

"What about Jay Hogart?" Sean asked.

"He's ok at times, but then again he's an ass."

Sean nodded.

"Why did you come back?" I asked.

Sean stretched his arms over his head, and then he folded them across his chest.

"I don't know, I guess I kind of missed this place." Sean said. "I know it sounds stupid."

"It doesn't." I said quickly. "It sounds kind of reasonable."

Sean smiled. "Ok since you know so much about me, you have to tell me about you."

I looked down at my black notebook on the desk. Sean looked at it to. He took it and began to flip through it. Drawings filled half the book. From fairies to other mystical things, to portraits of Emma and any of my friends.

"Wow, these are really good." Sean said looking at them in amazement.

"It's something that gives me, Ellie, and Jimmy something to talk about in art class."

Sean continued to look through the notebook. He looked at every single one. He admired every single one of them.

"These are amazing." Sean said sweetly.

"Ellie and Jimmy are way better, times mine by like a thousand and you'll get what Ellie and Jimmy have."

"I don't think so, yours are probably better." Sean said with a smile.

I smiled to. "Thanks."

He continued to look at all the portraits. He admired my latest one of Jack.

"He's growing up." Sean said with a laugh.

"Do you have any hidden talents Mr. Cameron?" I asked.

"Not really, I fix cars." Sean said shutting my notebook. "I'll have to look at those again sometime."

I nodded. "You fix cars?"

Sean nodded. "I guess you can call it a talent."

"Well my car is in dyer need of a fixing." I stated. "And I took it to like three mechanic shops, and all their prices were way out of my price range."

"So you would like me to fix your car for free?"

"Not for free, I'll pay you what I have."

Sean thought for a second. "How about I come by after school and see what the damage is."

"Well I already know what the damage is, I just wondered if you would fix it up for a lower price."

Sean sighed. "We'll see, I'll come by, ok?"

"Ok, I guess that will work."

"You seem more like the kind of girl that could fix up a car herself."

I admired the comment. "Well actually I am, I got some training from some old friends back home."

"Well then why do you need help if you could do it yourself?"

"My car needs a lot of help."