Chapter 2

I do not own The Covenant or any of the characters from the film. I only own Summer at this point, although I will probably add more OC's. Enjoy and please, reviews are welcome xx!

A group of unsettled people was now gathered in the kitchen of the Danvers' house. Kirsten and Evelyn were conversing while leaning on the black, granite counter top, Sandy was cooking the dinner over the stove, the Sons of Ipswich were on stools with their elbows resting on the counter and the three girls were leaning against the fridge whispering indistinctly to each other.

"Ask, Summer." Muttered Sarah.

"I will," Summer assured, "I'm just waiting for the right moment."

"Any moment now seems good to me, if you want to be there on Monday." Kate whispered.

"Ok, alright!" murmured Summer as she turned to her smiling mother. "Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" said Evelyn, knowing that her daughter wanted something.

"Ok, so I could go a million ways here, but as you know I'm blunt and don't like to beat around the bush so here it is: Would it be possible for me to enroll at Spenser for the last two semesters?" Summer played with her fingers and bit her bottom lip anxiously. Evelyn looked shocked. Summer took the silence as a cue to pursue her case further.

"I mean I really, really, really want to spend more time with these guys and I can't exactly do that when they're at school and I'm stuck here…"

"Alright." Evelyn cut across her calmly. Summer's eyes widened in shock, she hadn't expected that! She, Sarah and Kate squealed.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God, Mom really?" Summer shrieked, she embraced her mother in a death grip hug. Evelyn returned it as best she could. Summer beamed on her mother, beautiful and radiant.

"I'll go and call the Provost now and then you and your brother can go and pick up the paperwork." She said brightly, turning on her heels and leaving.

"I'll take her if you want, Caleb." Reid spoke into the silence. His parents eyed him knowingly and Caleb struggled back blind laughter.

"Thanks but no thanks, buddy." He chuckled. Summer flashed Reid her dazzling smile, he shuffled awkwardly and returned it with his signature smirk. His parents looked at each other and exchanged amused faces.

"Summer, sweetheart wait till Reid gets used to you and then maybe he'll get up to one syllable." Chuckled Kirsten, patting Summer's arm. Evelyn returned shortly after with good news.

"The Provost said they had space for you and that after receiving an admissions essay and your exam results, he would be glad to have you at Spenser."

Cheers and high fives erupted between the seven teens in the kitchen. Kirsten grinned at Evelyn as Sandy laid the table with delicious smelling food. Summer let the heavenly scent fill her nostrils; she had missed this smell. The ten of them gathered around the dinner table and ate, all asking Summer about her time away from home. The sound of her loved ones' laughter was amazing for Summer, she had missed hearing it dearly. That night she sat alone on her bed looking carelessly out of the window. She didn't know why she was doing this as she found it very cliché and she had never been one to do what everyone else was doing. There was a gentle tap on her door and a sheepish voice from outside.

"Summer?"

"Come in." she uttered to the unknown person. The door creaked slightly as it opened, revealing a tall, blond figure.

"Reid." Summer smiled as she saw her friend. He managed a smirk and stuttered.

"Erm… me and my parents are going now, I came to say goodbye."

"Oh, see ya." Said Summer as she leapt up off of the bed and hugged him. Their lips brushed each others right cheeks during the embrace as a normal farewell between friends. They stepped back and Reid eyed Summer up and down.

"What?" she chuckled at his apparent interest.

"Oh, nothing I just… it's good to have you back." He fixed before turning abruptly and leaving. As Summer returned to her position on the bed, a confused feeling spread throughout her. She had no idea why people had begun treating her so different. She couldn't see the difference as they could, because when you grow up looking at something that is changing everyday, you don't notice the change much at all. She sat at her old desk with her lamp on, dust dancing in the beam of light. She began writing her admissions essay. Seeing as she had graduated a year early and was exceptionally bright (actually that is an understatement, she was almost a protégée) it shouldn't be too hard to get into Spenser. 2 hours, 5 attempts and a finished essay later, she fell asleep on her desk to the sound of her pen scratching the paper.

The next morning, she woke up and got dressed bright and early. She shoved her essay and her grade repots from Gratin's into her pink and black Prada backpack and headed for the kitchen. Caleb was already there but her mother was still sleeping (unsurprising when you think about her general alcohol consumption.) Caleb gently kissed his sisters cheek as she came to rest on a stool, setting down her backpack by her legs. Caleb set down some cereal in front of her and she tucked in ravenously.

"Did they not have cereal at Gratin's?" Chuckled Caleb at his sisters' hungriness.

"No, they did." Summer said matter-of-factly, "But not Choc-o's." she smiled, holding up the box.

"Still funny as ever." Caleb said sarcastically as Summer shoved him, spilling a little milk over the edge of her bowl.

"So Sarah's your girlfriend?" she giggled, "Never thought I'd see the day."

"Ha-ha." Said Caleb, "So… you ready for Spenser?" he asked as he removed he and Summer's finished bowls, still with little pools of brown milk in them.

"Oh yeah, baby." Summer said brightly as she bounced ahead of her brother, tossing her bag over one shoulder. They headed out to Caleb's silver convertible and he started the car. Summer rooted through his CD collections and tutted loudly.

"Still no decent music?" she asked as she tucked the CD flip file back under the passenger seat.

"I don't buy angry girl music but I do have Death Cab." Chuckled Caleb. He reached down under Summer's seat and retrieved the flip file. After a few rows had passed, he found the right CD and slotted it into the player. 'I Will Follow You into the Dark' played through the car speakers; that was their parents' song. Caleb put the top down and smiled as his sisters' hair blew over her shoulders in the breeze. Her chocolate eyes met his and they glowed brilliantly. It wasn't long before they reached the dismal and rather scary institution that was Spenser Academy. Summer bit her lip and widened her eyes, mocking fear perfectly. They both exited the car. The school seemed oddly lonely with hardly anyone around and seeing no school uniform present. Caleb escorted Summer to the Provost's office. Once outside the door, they approached the desk of Dean Perky, a smiling old woman with grayish brown hair and clad in a rather ugly shade of pink. She beamed at Caleb.

"Ah, Mr. Danvers. I received your mothers' call yesterday. This must be your sister, Summer is it?" she asked, motioning to Summer.

"Yup that's me." Summer said happily.

"Dean. Jane. Perky," the Dean continued, "you two may go on through and see the Provost. I'll be here in future should you need me." She smiled again as the two siblings headed for the door behind the desk. Caleb knocked. A polite "come in" issued from the other side. Summer pushed open the door and her brother led the way in.

"Ah, I've been expecting your visit." Sighed the old man situated behind the desk. He was balding gradually and his wizened faced showed many blotchy areas. "Please, have a seat." He motioned to two soft looking seats that faced him in front of his desk. Caleb and Summer sat in them and Summer took out her essay and grade reports. She handed them to the Provost, who put them on the table in front of himself.

"Before I look at these," he began, "I want to know why you have chosen to come to Spenser after graduating from Gratin's Academy early."

Summer was ready for this question.

"Well sir, law has always been a second option for me, and seeing what a prestigious academy this is, and how highly my brother and friends speak of it I kind of thought, why not?" she chuckled with her dazzling smile. Even Provost Higgins could not resist that smile. He returned it courteously. Sliding a pair of half circle spectacles onto his face, he picked up the grade reports.

"Straight A's, impressive…" he mumbled as he read, he wasn't really acknowledged. Then he picked up the essay. The silence as he read was awkward and Summer kept gazing at her brother anxiously. Finally the Provost dropped the papers and removed his glasses. He smile on the two teens in front of him.

"With an academic record like this and your intellectual potential, I think this institution would be glad to have you, welcome to Spenser Miss. Danvers." He said, reaching a hand over the table and shaking Summers' vigorously.

"I will place you in senior year alongside your brother as I don't feel junior year would be challenging enough for you. That is alright with you is it not Mr. Danvers?" he addressed Caleb for the first time.

"No, no problem, sir."

"Good, then I will see you both tomorrow."