(****AN: Hey guys, this is my first story that I myself had created, so go easy on me. Since this is a story from my own mind, all the settings, characters, and clothes are my creation (unless stated otherwise). So do not copy this story and claim it as your own. ****)

Chapter 2: More Questions than Answers

As I trekked along the sidewalk hoping to get to my school, Ortensia Academy, before the late bell rings, I noticed a little girl wearing a white frilly dress with Olaf's from Frozen face on it, which looked like a Halloween costume (It wasn't even Halloween yet) skipping onto the road that had oncoming traffic, totally ignoring the fact that the streetlight was flashing the words Do Not Cross in gigantic, flickering, and red words.

"Hey, kid WATCH OUT!" I shouted as a car was coming towards her.

The car was about 30 seconds from slamming into the poor girl. I know I had to do something before she became Flat Stanley, but what could I do? Knowing that little girl would get run over by a car made something inside me snap although, at the time I never know that it would lead to something bigger.

Closing my eyes expecting to hear the little girl's cries of agony but, that didn't happen. Opening my eyes, I watch almost in a trance as the car came crashing into something round, clear, and enormous that had surrounded the girl keeping her safe from harm. Shaking myself out of the trance, I sprinted over to the girl making sure she was ok.

"Hey kid, are you trying to be turned into a pancake!?" I roared, while coming towards her, when she started bawling her eyes out.

"Oh, geese, are you ok?" I breathed heavily while crouching next to her, getting a nod in return as a response.

"Listen, I shouldn't have yelled at you, anyways what's your name?" I asked

"Valorie but, all my friends call me Val." the girl replied while wiping tears from her eyes.

"Ok, Valorie, I'm Andrea but, everyone calls me Andie. I'm sure your parents are worried about you so, I'm going to take you home..."

"Thank you for saving me Andie." Val gushed while hugging me.

"Hold it Valorie, would you please let go of me?" I tensely whispered.

"Why can't I hug you? You are like my older sister." murmured Val.

Those words made my whole body freeze.

"Don't ever say that again." I said tensely. When I turned my head towards Val she looked ready to cry.

"Look Valorie, I'm sorry I yelled at you, so if you think of me as an older sister figure than sure you may think of me as your older sister." I apologized and received a gigantic hug in return.

Needless to say, when I brought Valorie back to her house her mother scolded her for running off not to mention, she was furious at her for wearing her Halloween costume. Right before I left though, Valorie came zooming into the doorway giving me the biggest hug ever.

"Kid, next time be more careful on the road ok?" I advised while, messing up her long, curly, and blonde hair.

She sure is one adorable kid I thought while hustling to school.

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"How was the Banshee this morning?" chirped my cheerful friend Cassidy.

"Oh, you know the same relaxing morning as always." I said sarcastically, "By the way, did you design those clothes?"

"Yup, the clothes are totally extraordinary right?" Cassidy squealed with overwhelming enthusiasm.

Extraordinary is a very good word for it I thought glancing at her outfit.

Cassidy Anderson is a girl that doesn't care what others think about her so, every day she wears something totally out-of-this-world. Today, she's wearing an outlandish, plaid skirt that was an off-color of lemon-yellow with characters from her favorite anime shows which, she paired with colorful knee-high stockings that had penguins on them. Her ankle-high boots were a very dazzling silver with ruby studded jewels running along the sides. Her midnight blue top had flaming red, glittery stars all over her creative top. At the shoulder of her top was a gigantic pink, sequin bow. In her ears were dangling earrings in the shape of hearts.

"Hey, Cassidy I have something important…" I began before getting cut off by the she-devil.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Midget Dork and her friend who makes clothes that look like it came out of Frankenstein," snickered Yasmine's annoying high pitch voice coming towards us with her pose behind her while she was hanging onto a boy I have never seen before.

Yasmine Davis was the school's head bitch who always gets what she wants.

"At least she's not pretending to be someone she's not, unlike you with those fake boobs and tan of yours." I yelled in her face.

Then I heard a quiet chuckle coming from the boy standing beside her. Apparently, so did Yasmine because she whipped her head towards him so fast that she could have given herself whiplash.

"What's so funny, Aron!" demanded Yasmine.

As she continues to whine at the boy while he casually leans against one of the lockers completely ignoring her, I took the time to get a look at the mystery boy named Aron. He had blond hair that looked like he bleached it. And he had blue eyes that, let me tell you, was the only thing going for him. But his clothes were so ordinary that it was boring. His shirt that he was wearing was a grey t-shirt with a Nike logo on it, which he paired it with grey sweatpants and bright red sneakers.

"If you're done gawking at me I would like to get going now.," smirking Aron said with arrogance, all the while never taking his eyes off me.

I never met someone who was so stupid and conceited to think I liked him which made me feel disgusted.

Trying to get what small amount of knowledge Aron had to understand I did not like him I calmly said "Don't flatter yourself, I think guys are just pigs and besides do you actually think that I like guys who have blond hair that is obviously bleached?"

"Sure, what girl doesn't." He grinned while walking towards his class.

"Listen hear miss Midget, Aron is mine so back off!" screeched Jasmine.

"You're still here, like I said before I think guys are pigs so you don't have to worry, besides I don't like guys who bleach their hair blonde when they don't have blond hair so can you leave now?" I tonelessly stated while looking inside my locker for my books and my chips.

"Oh, I just remembered your brother died a while ago didn't he? What a shame he was cute, but he deserved it considering he killed someone.," Yasmine smugly smirked.

"Shut up.," I warned, glaring at her.

"Oh is the little baby going to cry because she doesn't have her big brother to protect her.," Yasmine taunted, fake pouting.

"I'm warning you.," I warned, glaring at her.

"What are you going to do cry to your brother? oh wait you…" Yasmine cackled, only to get cut off by me slapping her.

My hand stopped her from finishing that sentence.

"I said shut up." I spoke quietly, glaring at her with scary calmness.

"You bitch!" Yasmine screamed while reaching for my necklace.

I watch in horror as my necklace gets ripped from my neck as it breaks into pieces landing on the hallway floor.

"I so sorry, my hand must have slipped.," Yasmine cackled, while stepping on the necklace with her stupid high heels breaking it even further, "Remind me, was this necklace the last present your brother gave you before he died? Oh well, the color didn't suit you anyways."

I watched, falling down on my knees with the pieces of the necklace in my hands getting wet from my tears, as Yasmine walked back to her classroom with her heels clicking against the hallway floors.

"Andie, are you alright?" Cassidy, asked with sincere concern. "Come on let's get you cleaned up." consoled, Cassidy while helping me up, steering me into the girl's bathroom.

"Cass, don't worry about me I'll be alright." I assured my best friend. "I'll just head to class." I called over my shoulder towards her as I walk to my classroom.

Why didn't I just go home instead of going to class? I thought, smacking my head onto the desk.

I was already exhausted from the accident with Yasmine that I can hardly focus in my class, which would not be a problem if it was any other class than the one I'm in right now. I'm trying to focus on what my math teacher is telling us, but with my mind not being able to focus it makes it harder for me to pay attention. If I'm being honest, it wouldn't really matter if my mind is focused or not: I would still suck at the equations. How do I know this? Because my adopted 10-year-old sister can do a 12th grade math equations without any mistakes (I hate to admit this but every time I need help on my math problems I ask Brook to help me). Give me a book and have me write about what happened or give me a test on what I read and I can ace it no problem, but make me do a test on math equations and it ends disastrous. I just cannot understand why we need to learn equations that have no numbers in it.

"Can anybody tell me what X+C-M equals?" droned Mr. Quil, glancing around the room, "No, well then I'll pick…"

His voice was cut off by him seeing me looking out the classroom window.

"Andie, don't you tell us what the answer is to the problem." demanded Mr. Quil

"I really rather not you know math and I just do not get along Mr. Quil."

"Now, Andie." fumed, Mr. Quil with barely controlled rage, while pointing to the white board.

"Fine, but don't blame me if I get it wrong.," I grumbled while walking up to the white board.

Just when I was going to write the equation on the board, the fire alarm started going off. As soon as I ran towards the door, my phone in my pocket starting vibrating, which meant I have a text message. I waited until nobody was watching me, to look at the message, immediately my blood ran cold with horror.

I have everyone you care about. Come if you want to save their lives.

TO BE CONTINUED…