I never really had any friends. The only real friend I had was my sister. I was alone so young. I think that's why he came to me. I'd seen him twice and I still didn't even know his name. I forgot all about him until I was about fifteen.

I was walking to school my usual way, when I walked straight into a phonebox. I didn't exactly walk into it though. No I had to run into it. I was late, again, but it didn't really matter much. My mum didn't care and my dad wasn't around. I just didn't want to miss Science class. In the years before that I had hated science. Ms. Thurton made sure of it. But as I got into the higher grades it got more complicated, yet somehow it made more sence to me. That day we were starting the Astronimy unit, and I was excited.

Anyways, I hit into the box head on when I was sprinting, so I flew about five feet backwards. I rubbed my head with my hand. The Man From The Park came out of the box.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Uh... yeah." I slurred. I was so stunned that I saw him again.

"You sure? C'mere, I think that's gonna be a bump." He pulled out a metal rod from his jeans pocket and shone a blue light into my eyes. "No concusion, still you should go to see a doctor or something about that bump." He chuckled a little.

"No, I'll be fine." A bell rung in the background. "Except that's the fifth time I've been late to Science this semester. Mr. Johnson's gonna kill me. I'm gonna get suspended and go on acedemic probation and my scholarship will be jeopardy and then my dad'll stop paying tuition. Oh well."

"Well aren't you a bundle of sunshine."

"Oh shut it. I hate this place."

"Then why're you here?"

"My dad offered to send me here and my mum jumped at the chance to get rid of me."

"That's not a nice thing to say about your mother."

"Elenor Ryder isn't nice."

His eyes widened as I said my mother's name.

"Do you know her?"

"Met her once."

"At Em's funeral?"

His eyebrows raised. "How did you...?"

"I am... was Em's sister."

"Oh! So you're the notorious Sunshine."

"I guess..."

"Was your name supposed to be ironic?"

"I'm pretty sure. But I've got a better question, how did you know my sister?"

"It's complicated."

"I think I can comprehend."

"Very complicated."

"Try me."

"Okay... so it all started when..."