(A/N Okay, so I lied about the A/N's. Big deal! I'm glad you liked the last chapter, here's the second! Hope you like it! PS: They live in England, so all the different classes may sound weird to you, eg: Reception. It's easier for me to make them live in England ever though Angel Falls is actually in Australia, I think it said in the book, but it my story it's in England so I can relate.)

I come home from school, grinning, 'coz I'm so happy. I made a few friends, had contact with a cute, mysterious boy, and I got top marks in all my tests! I knew I was a good student but – wow!

I walk in the front door and Neriah's already there. The kids in Reception get off earlier than us, and Neriah's full of energy! She's talking so fast, I almost can't hear her.

"Hey Ditzy, how was school? I loved it I made loads of new friends and our teacher is really nice and cool and smart and funny and I've been waiting ages for you - come on let's play! I'm so bored. "

I'm a little startled at this, but I sit down and play anyway. Dad's leaning at the door and makes me jump when she speaks.

"Wow, you understood that? She's been talking non stop since she came home and she's talking way too fast for my poor old ears! Maybe you should stay home and I'll go to school in your place!"

"Gawd, Dad, you made me jump!" I laugh, and resume playing with Neriah.

When 'bed time' comes (we don't have fixed bedtimes but we always end up going at the same time anyway) we tuck Neriah in first, tell her a bedtime story and kiss the top of her head as she sleeps.

Me and Dad say goodnight to each other in the hallway, and go to our separate rooms.

I toss and turn for ages, remembering the creepy dream that I had last night. Somehow though, after hours and hours, I manage to fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning, happy. No creepy dreams! Wahoo! My clock tells me that I still have fifteen minutes before I have to get up, but I can't go back to sleep. I consider myself lucky for last night, but wouldn't be surprised if I have them tonight.

I have my shower fifteen minutes early, and as I come out my alarm stars beeping. It's not exactly my wake up alarm, I always wake up before it anyway, but it's my Neriah alarm.

Right on cue Neriah comes bursting through my bedroom door and starts off about school again. Man, she really loves it.

"Neriah, sweetie, I'm going to go get changed okay? I'll be out in one minute."

I go into my bathroom and as I start getting changed my mind wanders. I have so many questions that no-one can answer. Why didn't I have that dream last night? Why would I only have it once? Shouldn't it be a reoccurring dream, lodged in my brain for some deep psychological reason? As I think these words, a pair of great, big yellow eyes flashes into my brain. The beast's eyes.

A minute later I come out of the bathroom to find Neriah poking and prodding the buttons on my clock to make the beeping stop.

"Here, honey, it's this one." I push a deep blue button in the centre of the clock, and the beeping stops.

"Come on, let's get you dressed and we'll go to school." Dad wasn't going to drop us off at school today; I'd have to take Neriah up myself.

When I drop Neriah off at her classroom, I kiss the top of her head, say goodbye and then watch her get swamped in the crowd that surrounds her.

"Bye Nathan, see you after school," I hear a voice to my right say. I turn around, and kneeling on the ground, is the boy from my class. Nathan, who I can only assume is his little brother, is a spitting image of Mr Hunk. Dark eyes, dark hair, but his skin is slightly darker.

"Bye Nick!" Nathan says, and runs off to join the crowd. So THAT'S his name. Nick. It suits him perfectly.

Nick gets up, and looks a little startled to see me standing there, watching him, and he comes over.

"I never knew you had a little brother!" I say. Nick stares into my eyes.

"I never knew you had a little sister." He replies, keeping his cool. I smile.

"You saw me?" I mentally hit myself on the head. What a stupid question! Of course he saw me; otherwise he wouldn't know I had a sister!

"Yeah," he said, and we're both quiet for a minute. Then he says: "She looks like you."

"Your brother looks like you."

"Touché." (A/N If you haven't heard this before Google it coz I haven't a clue how to explain what it means. Pronounced Too-shay) We walk up to registration together, mainly silent, the electricity between us saying enough for both of us.

In Science Miss Potts sets me a whole different task to everyone else. While they're copying up the date and title, she summons me to her desk to collect work. She hands me a book titled GCSE Chemistry with a note of instructions attached on the front.

"Now, I don't expect you to find this easy, so just come to me if it's too hard." She says. I go and sit down in my seat and turn to the appropriate page in the book. I was doing chemical analysis', and I had to fill in the gaps. It was so easy!

I got a shiver down my spine, and knew Nick was watching me. I looked at him and his mouth was hanging wide open.

"You can do that? How the hell do you know..." he looks over my shoulder at the text book in front of me "What normally happens when you heat solid organic compounds? We're only just learning what compounds are!"

"Easy," I say, frowning a little. "They'll normally have burn marks of black sooty carbon." Nick's eyebrows raise. He shakes his head and turns back to his work.

Ten minutes later I've finished all the work and I decide that I should go up to the teacher and ask for more.

"Finished already?" she says, and I can tell she expects it to all be wrong. She rummages through some folders. "I'll take your book and mark it now. You can complete this sheet while you wait." I take the sheet and quickly finish it and sit there waiting for my book back.

She comes along a couple of minutes later and hands me my book back. "Well done, Ditzy," she says, seeming distant. "Wonderful work. Have you finished with that sheet yet?" I hand her the sheet and she leans on my desk, marking it.

I look across at Nick, and he's watching intently, not believing I could actually be smart enough to do even average on this. But he saw me do it with his own eyes. So he could have no doubts. He knows I didn't cheat.

"Well done yet again, Ditzy. This is brilliant work. Did you find it hard?"

"No, Miss. It was easy." The bells rings, only a distant noise in the back of my brain.

"Well then I'll be sure to set harder tasks tomorrow. Off you go." Both me and Nick look around, realising we're the last ones in here.

I head off to History, walking down with Jessica, Lucy and Skye, us gossiping. But I don't get into it properly, because the whole time I can feel Nick's eyes boring into the back of my skull.

We line up outside history, and I watch as all the girls wipe off their make up, tie their hair up in plaits or high ponytails and lower their skirts down as far as they can go.

"What's going on?" I ask Jessica, thoroughly confused.

"We have Ms Streek for History," she says, as if this clears everything up. I shake my head at her, eyes wide, and she realises I don't have a clue who Ms Streek is! "She's this really horrible, strict teacher who lives in her own world in the 1940's and…" She's interrupted as Ms Streek comes out of the classroom and traces her eyes up and down the line that my class has formed themselves into during the last two seconds.

I quickly pull my hair back into a high ponytail, and look at Ms Streek. She looks about forty, she's shorter than every girl in this class, and kinda fat. If she smiled, she'd look like a friendly grandma, but it looks like she's never smiled in her life.

It's only when everyone enters the classroom, and sits in their assigned seats, do I realise I'm going to have to engage in conversation with the wicked witch herself.

I walk up to her and she knits her eyebrows, obviously a warning sign, judging by the way the class have all held their breath and a few even covered their ears, presuming that because I'm new I won't be able to handle a strict teacher. Not a problem though. She doesn't intimidate me.

"Is there something you want?" she asks, her stern voice booming around the classroom.

"Yeah, there is actually," I say coolly, and Ms Streek's face starts turning the colour of beetroot. The class gasps. Not only have I answered a question that students only ever say 'No, Miss' to, but I did it using improper English. Her face flushing is obviously no a sign of embarrassment; this is only another warning sign. I brush it off. "Can I have a book and a place to sit please?" I narrow my eyes at her, sensing she's about to explode, and will her not to.

Be nice. Come on. You can do it for the new student, cant you?

She opens her mouth, at breaking point, but her face calms down as I think these last words and the next sentence released from her mouth is nothing near an explosion.

"Of course you can Miss Stewart. There's a spare seat at the front here and I'll get you a book now."

I stood in the middle of the classroom as Ms Streek leaves the classroom to get me an exercise book. I can feel the whole class' eyes on me, including Nick's.

I shrug.

"You just gotta know how to handle them," I say, lying through my teeth.

Well.

THAT was weird.