WOOHOO! GOT IT! SorrysorrysorrysorrySORRY for the delays. I haven't posted any edited chapters, but I will soon. As you can see here, Nicole is now Natalie. Apparently there is an actual character named Nicole- shame, really. It took a while to come up with a name for her.

After this, I swear there will be more chapters. Bigger, longer, better chapters. This thing has hardly started.

"Class, I'd like to introduce our new student." a tall, stern woman told the class. "His name is Miles Prower, and he's from... Where did you say you were from?"
I quickly looked at the map on the wall. "Mississippi," I replied, looking at the first state I saw on the map.
"Alright then, there's an open desk next to Millicent. You can sit there."
I sat down next to a blonde girl with brown eyes. She was a little short, not as small as me, but still a little small. Her hair was up in braids, revealing a necklace with a small charm shaped like a T.
"Call me Taylor," she whispered. "Everyone does... Well, everyone who doesn't make fun of me."
I nodded. The teacher, named Mrs. Stuart, began talking to us about the Thirty Years War and how it was important in life.
"But didn't it last longer than thirty years?" Taylor asked.
"Correct, Miss Powell," Mrs. Stuart responded. "Around forty in some countries. And that brings us to..."
I normally would have been very interested in the lesson, but I had other things on my mind. Where was I? Would I ever get home? Where was everyone else? I couldn't help but let my mind wander.
"Mr. Prower? Did you answer my question?"
I looked up. The teacher had asked me something, and I didn't even notice. "I...Uh..."
"What?" the teacher crowed.
"He said France," Taylor lied.
Thank you, I mouthed.
No problem, she mouthed back.
When history was over, Taylor led me to her next class. Some of the kids had gym, but Taylor had signed up for French Class.
"You're lucky you came late," she smiled. "We've only got French left, and we're just watching a movie."
I followed her to the darkened classroom, where a projecter displayed a movie screen. The movie was about King Louis XIV of France. I used the time the other people used to take notes or doodle or talk about how boring the movie is to calculate some theories on how to get home. As far as I could figure out, I had been set here via Chaos Control, and the explosion of machinery had created a strong energy-one that
managed send me here and change my form, and probably did the same to anyone else who came through,
to that of a person here But since as far as I knew, there were none of
our kind here- and of course, I couldn't put any plans into action until I found out if anyone had gotten transported with me. When class ended, I didn't have a locker or a backpack or anything, or a place to go, even. So I just walked with Taylor down the hall. This proved to be a good descision in the long run, but for now, all that was happening was the people around us were snickering.
"Hey, Miley." One laughed. I wasn't sure who the nickname was directed to, but Taylor clenched her fists.
"Idiots," she grumbled.
"Millie and Miley sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Babyish jerks," she muttered. "Nothing better to do than pick on the
little guy." By the tone of her voice, I couldn't tell if she was
refering to herself or me as "the little guy".
"Hey, Miley!" one jeered at me, (confirming that I was, apparently, 'Miley'). "I saw you in History today-What an idiot-"
Hey was cut off by the charging of a taller girl (around seventh, maybe eighth grade) knocking him to the wall. She grabbed hold of his backback, leaving him dumbfounded. It seemed for a moment as if she were fighting for us, but it soon became apparent that she had another purpose.
"You have it," she muttered.
"What?" the victim asked. His voice showed that he had no idea what she was talking about. "Whatever, I don't have to talk to you,"
The older boy began to collect himself and walk away until the girl caught another grip on his backpack. I noticed a gleam of violet tumble out of the bookbag. Amber eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the girl snatched up the gem in a flash.
"Now go," she growled. The bully rolled his eyes as he left.
"Who is that?" I asked Taylor.
"You mean the guys who called you Miley? His name is-"
"No," I replied. "Her."
"Don't expect me to save you two again," the girl I was referring to said with a harsh tone. "Unless I get something out of it."
I looked at her fist, clenched tightly around a glittering jewel. She was attempting to hide it from our view, but the glittering stone was bigger than her fist.
"Hey," she snapped when she saw my eyes dart to the stone. "Don't get involved in bussiness that isn't yours."
"But it is my bussiness," I muttered under my breath. She raised an eyebrow, and I was concerned she would ask more questions. But she
simply whipped around.
"What's your name?" I called after her. She turned around for a split second.
"Natalie," she responded. "Now stay out of my way."
I watched her shove the jewel-the emerald-into her backpack.
She knows, I thought. She knows about us

...I don't know what to name this chapter. Suggestions?