Okay, I caught something I forgot to fix...well...it was the whole title thing...yeah...it said "Starting Over" and I thought it was funny...so yeah. lol. Um...ha ha... Well, this is my second chapter, and I didn't really make changes from what I had already written...I've had this from the very beginning...yeah...well...I'm going to shut up now so you can read and flame me. (Well, I hope I don't get flamed...) yeah. I'm done now.

:Running Away:

:Chapter Two:

"Um, school?"

I stared at the wall across my bed. Here I was, sixteen, in a new city, in a PALACE of a house, and bored out of my mind. I mean, our house is massive. Not that I get to enjoy it. I've been cooped up in my little room (okay, so it's huge...not the point...) for hours. I've comm-sphered all my friends back at Home. I guess I'm that forgettable, because they were gone. Off on some fun adventure they planned behind my back. Yay for pessimism. I was even as bored as to attempt to cook.

Let me tell you one thing: I don't, under any circumstances, ever cook.

Needless to say, it didn't turn out well. I got yelled at for the burnt glop on the stove, and was shooed out of the kitchen immediately, banned to my room. Even the magazines I brought from Home can't appease me. I might go crazy before the Comm-net gets installed in a week.

A week, I mean honestly, how long does Pops want to torture me? We've been in our house, okay gigantic mansion is more like it, for a hour, and I've put all the clothes I brought with me away, made burnt muffins and coffee, ran around the house trying to find the bathroom, and am still bored.

A knock echoed around my suite from the wooden door which, by the way, was at least twenty feet tall. Who is that tall?

"Come in." I called as I fell back into the giant plush bed.

"Rikku? Are you okay?" Father asked, he appeared on the bed, and sat next to my head. Not a pretty sight.

I sat up to face him. "Sure, I just have nothing to do."

"Rikku, did I ever tell you how much you look like your-"

"Mother?" I finished for him. "Only every time you think I'm sad. Which I'm not, I just don't have anything to do here. You didn't get the Commnet installed before we got here, like a normal person, so I have nothing better to do." I flopped back down on my bed, Pops stood, and fishing something out of his wallet. He pulled out my favorite...His credit card, the one with a shoopuf on it, the one with a two hundred fifty thousand gil spending limit.

Can you say cha-ching?

"Ooh!" I cooed, watching the card like a hungry hypello. I was ready to pounce. Goodbye boredom, hello plastic. "Do you mean it?" I asked, my eyes never left the card.

"Only if you take Brother, he has your school list." Cid laughed and handed me his credit card.

"School list?" I said after a long pause. I wiped the drool off my chin as I pocketed my salvation and faced him.

"Heh heh? I didn't tell you about your school?" He was paling quickly. Father avoided my eyes and he did our family's trademark nervous laugh.

Oh no, this cannot good...

"No..." I said cautiously.

"Uh...well-I-um, have fun!" He made a mad rush for the door. I tried to stopped him, but he easily pushed past my hand.

"Vydran! Get back here!" I yelled. I just heard a door slam. "Lufynt!"

Great, more secrets.

Brother poked his head in my doorway. "Eh, Rikku, are you ready to go?" I just groaned and walked past him. He followed behind me, his footsteps echoing with a vengeance in my mind.

0-0-0-0-0

So, that's how I ended up here. In 'Bevelle School For Girls', or BSFG...I guess...And it is the weirdest place I'd ever been in. Pops didn't even have the decency to tell me himself that he was shipping me off here. Brother did it for him instead. I thought all along I'd be going to a public school like a normal kid. But, oh no, I have to come here. I've been here for about two minutes, and I've decided I hate it already. I know it isn't the outlook Mom wanted me to have, but even she'd be freaked out. This place was entirely too quiet...and green. Green grass, green tree leaves, and green water in the water fountain outside the school. And all along I had thought water was supposed to be blue...

Not to mention it's too empty. And quiet. Quiet creeps me out. Well, then again, it is twelve, so classes are going on, right?

I was standing outside on the sidewalk that lead to the office. I had to sign in, then scramble to get all my billions of bags into my assigned room. Alone. Ugh.

"Oh poopie!" I said as I nervously jumped around. "AH ha!" Found the office. Whoo me!

I left my things outside and walked into the office. It's even creepier and quieter in here. On the wall next to the door was a mass collage of pictures, probably made by the students. In the far left corner there was an empty desk, the smaller of the two in the room. There was a hall in between the two desks, with two rooms branching off by the looks of it. One was an office of some sort, the other was a bathroom. An old lady was sitting at the larger of the desks, asleep.

Do I wake her? Hm...best not. I'll just...um...I have nothing else to do. Great. Not again...

My butt collided noisily with a tweed chair and I pouted, sighing as loud as possible. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth, and blew bubbles, popping them unnecessarily loud in a sad attempt to wake up the secretary.

So, I got up and inspected the wall with pictures on it. My fingers traced the pictures, and I hunched over to see the bottom few. My favorite was of one girl, in a purple shirt and long hair. She was on a huge stage, in front of a bunch of people, and singing. I wonder if she's a student...

"That's Lenne." Someone said from beside me. A flinched and turned around to see a guy, a rather hot one might I add, staring at me. Our faces were literally nose to nose. My heart pounded out of my chest, it echoed in my ears noisily. I bet he could hear it, too. He was wearing the male version of our school's uniform. Only, ours had plaid skirts, in various shades of blue, and his had pants. Navy blue pants, to be exact. Tight-ish navy blue pants. I hope I'm not drooling... A lighter blue shirt which wasn't tucked in, and a blue blazer, that he held over his shoulder. He was trying, quite successfully, to look messy in a sexy way. The mass of blue was off set by his bright blond hair, and single green eye.

Wait, green...that's important...but why?...oooh... I shivered under the intense heat of his warm breath. It trickled down my shirt...and set off a chain reaction of shivers. A heated sensation grasped onto my body as I took in every bit of him. He smelt like an expensive cologne that the little flaps in magazines have...it smelt really, really good.

I wouldn't sound too weird if I said I wanted to lick him, would I? No, of course not.

I tallied a mental slap (to myself) as his eye became solely focused on my own. A few seconds of our collective gaze melted into minutes. Until, he tapped the picture I had bent down to look at. I wanted to hit him for ruining it.

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