AN: I promise it will get more exciting but I would love ideas guys of stuff to happen between Kittie and Oscar. (For those giving ideas, Oscar's foster family; parents, boy called Duncan (14/15) and Emily (9/10)). Also I would like names and stuff for some of Kittie's friends at Barclay. May or may not be mentioned much depending on how I decide to include them. Also, thanks to Fi3Fi3 who's helping me write part of this (first 7/8 chapters are my own and then merger from when I decide to stop). Please R&R and thanks

Chapter 4

Kittie's POV

I sat in the car, looking out the window and sighed. This was going to be boring. Stupid Mr Flatley had decided that he was going to introduce me to the whole school in assembly this morning. The car stopped and Uncle's driver turned to face me.

"We're here Miss Katharine. Now, I'm not allowed to go in with you and you're being trusted not to run off. You will behave, won't you? Spy's aren't supposed to…"

"Run away from things, I know, I know. I'm not going to run away, you know it's not my style Joe."

He chuckled. "It used to be. I remember having to run around after you when you were little. My you were a terror, and you never stayed still, even when you slept. Such a wriggler and you sleep walked. I'm sorry about your parents. They were really good people."

"Yeah, I know," I replied sadly. I swung my bag onto my shoulder, checked my hair and make-up in the rear-view mirror and picked up my folder.

"Well, here I go, a more normal school. Wish me luck."

Joe smiled. "Good luck and remember, no running off."

I smiled back at him. "Yes Joe. Why ever would I do that? I finish at 3.30. Are you picking me up or am I finding my own way home?"

"No, I'll be here. You don't think we're going to expect you to find your own way, especially as you're supposed to be normal here. Don't forget about…"

"I won't. No running off, gotcha." I slid out of the car and wandered up to the gates before slipping my folder into my bag. Whew, this would be fun, not.

I walked up the steps, counting them as I went. It's a force of habit I guess. Slowly, after a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped into the reception, staring at the receptionist who was sat with her feet up on the desk, chewing gum and filing her bright red nails.

"E-excuse me," I walked up to the desk, remembering to shift nervously, I mean come on, I wanted to be quiet and keep myself to well myself.

"One second doll," She said, still chewing away like a cow chewing grass. She picked up the phone in front of her as a light on the handset began to flash.

"Sorry but please continue to hold. Mr Flatley is very busy at the moment. Sorry for the wait."

I knew she wasn't. They never were. I stared at her, trying to figure out what type of person she was. She had cherry-red hair (blond at the roots, an obvious dye job) that was curled and piled upon her head with a large white flower pinned into it. Her white shirt was smeared with foundation and dark blue splotches which were probably from ink. Her foundation was too dark for her skin, her false lashes were falling off, her lipstick was smudged and was on her teeth along with faint blue stains so I was probably right about the ink on her shirt. Her clothes were smart but well worn. There were stains on her jacket which looked a little faded, the skirt was creased and there were several different buttons on her shirt. Her nails on closer inspection were chipped, the paint cracked and the ends of her nails were chewed and ragged. No wonder she was filing them.

"Doll, how can I help you? Sweetie Pie?"

I looked up at her startled and realised I'd been staring. I'd never really paid that much attention but I guess as I spy it was only natural and I kinda needed to if I was going to be in a new place.

"I'm, I'm fine," I mumbled, staring at my feet, trying to hide the fact that she annoyed me.

"Okay honey, what can I do for you? Awe, hey, you're the new girl aren't you?" She picked up a file on the desk and leafed through it. "Ah, Katharine Swan, isn't it?" She looked up at me and I nodded. She beamed, showing her not so white teeth. "Don't worry Chook; everyone has nerves on their first day of a new school. I'm sure someone will be here soon to come and get you."

I rolled my eyes inwardly. Way to be patronizing Miss whoever. I nodded and sat down carefully on a chair behind me, before taking my bag off my shoulder and twiddling my thumbs, resisting the urge to whistle. This wasn't acting, I really was bored. It was a shame Uncle confiscated my IPod for the balloon fiasco last week.

A girl appeared at the door dressed in emo-style uniform. She shifted quickly from one foot to the other and glared at the plant on top of the reception desk.

"Miss Crawley? Is this the new girl?" She looked me over and frowned. "Come on, everyone's waiting in the hall."

I stood up and walked over to her. This girl was starting to get on my nerves more than the receptionist but maybe because I knew she didn't like me. I didn't know why, I'd only just met her.

"Miss Crawley, your plant needs water. It'll die if you don't water it soon and that's damaging the planet. By killing off one plant, you may as well kill dozens and then where will we get oxygen?"

Okay, maybe I liked her a little. I'm not a naturist or anything (not that there's anything wrong with that) but I don't like killing well anything because you can't be bothered to look after them. The girl humphed and rolled her eyes before walking out through the doors. I stared at her. She turned and glared at me. "Come on. We're going to be late." She glared again and walked back out. I rolled my eyes and trailed after her, not wanting to seem stupid.

I followed her down several corridors, making a mental note of my route just in case… I paused mentally. In case what? This wasn't a mission, just a new school. All the same, it would be good if I knew the route but then again I didn't need to yet. After all I was new so I wasn't expected to know my way around for another couple of weeks at least. Maybe I could get someone to show me around, not her but maybe Oscar? No, no. He was nice but it's just too soon to think about boys like that again. The girl glanced back at me and shook her head again. She really didn't like me.

"Come on. We'll be late if you don't hurry up. Mrs King doesn't like being kept waiting."

I rolled my eyes but continued to follow her towards a set of bright red doors. She stopped in front of them, looked back at me and went inside. I paused and crept in after her before moving to the shadows, resisting the urge to run.

Oscar's POV

Mr Flatley was stood on the stage droning on about goodness knows what. Carrie looked bored like most people, and Rose well as usual was listening. I noticed Avril wasn't here. Wow, a break from her, but recently she's not been so clingy. Oh, there she was. Mr Flatley turned to her.

"Ah, Avril, there you are. Now, we have a new student joining us today. She's transferred from the Barclay Academy and I'm sure she'll be welcome here."

Around me, most of the guys including Donavon and Scoop were leaning forward eagerly. Geez, it's just a girl for goodness sake. Not that she's and it but why would she want to come here, especially seeing as she's been to a school like Barclay.

"Please welcome your new student, Katharine Swan."

We all looked around and I frowned. There was no-one there.

"Katharine? Avril, where is she? You haven't lost her have you?"

Avril looked behind her and stuttered. "No, I… no. She was just behind me, I swear. Miss Crawley saw her. She is here, just not here in this room with us right now."

"Well," said Mrs King loudly and pompously as she stood up. "Well done Avril. Not only were you late, but you also managed to lose our new student who hasn't even been here 5 minutes."

"Mrs King, there's no need to be rude to Avril. I'm sure she didn't mean to lose her and…"

"Mr Flatley," said Mrs King sharply, "She has lost the student in a matter of feet."

"No," came a quiet voice from the back. I looked up shocked. It sounded familiar.

"What?" Mrs King turned around, looking for the voice.

"I'm not lost; I'm just keeping out of the way." No I guess not. A girl stepped out from the shadows with brown curly hair pulled back in a ponytail and held with a red hairband, large grey eyes on a pale face and was dressed in not full uniform, just like the rest of us. She looked a lot nicer than Miss Crawley and I think the girl's hair was natural, not that I would really know except my hairs curly too. She looked a little nervous at the attention. I felt sorry for her, it's hard being in a new school.

"Young lady, you… well I don't know what to say."

I snickered. It was nice to see Mrs King confused and speechless for once.

"Welcome then Katharine," said Mrs Flatley, stepping forward towards her.

"Kittie, sir," she replied almost instantly, annoyance flickering across her face briefly.

"Uh yes, Kittie. Go and take a seat then at the back next to Avril, the girl who showed you in."

Avril glared at her but she just smiled back before going and taking a seat at the back. She stared forwards as Mr Flatley continued to drone on, like she wasn't seeing. My, she was cute with those big grey eyes and silky brown hair that had started to escape from the tie and was now falling in chocolate waves in front of her face. Wow she's well gorgeous. No, she's not, she's not, she's not… Argh I'm so confused. I don't understand girls or why they're so cute!