Chapter 2

The New Kids…

"Anna! It's time for breakfast!" Kristine called up the stairs. I slowly crawled out of bed and looked out the window. Fog blanketed the ground below, making it hard to see the grass some feet down. I got dressed in some school clothes before brushing my hair in the bathroom.

Once I was down the stairs, I slipped into the kitchen and silently sat at the table. However, before I could even take a bite of my food, Kristine got to the table and looked like she wanted to talk. After praying, she confirmed my assumption.

"Anna, I think that we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. You see, I had a client that gave me a hard time yesterday, so I was stressed already. Can we start over?" Kristine asked. I had an idea of what had happened, so I wasn't that surprised.

"Of course we can start over," I reply sweetly. I almost gagged because I sounded way too innocent for my own good.

"Well then, finish eating and we'll get you to school today," Kristine added cheerily. I finished quickly so I could get out of the house before she could stop me; the only thing worse than school is my mother who bawls every time there's a big event, like my first day of school in Maine. Luckily, we lived a block from my school, so when I was done upstairs, I snuck out of the house while leaving a note telling Kristine that I was already at school.

The fog had gotten worse since I'd awoken that morning. The thick layer of clouds made it hard to breathe and see my way, but somehow I'd made it to school without getting lost more than once. The kids just stared at me as I made my way to the office, where the skinny secretary was apparently waiting for me.

"Anna, the map of the school is on the counter. Use it if you must," the secretary, not amused, droned on over her typing fingers. I nodded and silently took the map.

I was almost in my first class, English to be exact, when a guy popped up behind me. He was blonde, but his face portrayed a side of him that was younger.

"Hey, new girl," the guy commented. Ok, its official, this guy's obnoxious and immature, I thought to myself.

"You're, uh, um…" the guy stammered, trying to 'impress' me.

"Anna," I sighed as I walked into the classroom.

"Right, I knew that," the guy continued. Yeah right, genius. I don't want a boyfriend, thank you very much, I thought shrewdly. I took a seat in the farthest corner I could find where someone wasn't already sitting. The teacher stood up at the front of the class and prepared the class for good news.

"Alright, class, today we have two new students to introduce you to," the female teacher proclaimed. I cringed at the thought of having to stand in front of everyone and embarrass myself.

"However, some of you know who one of the students is, so I won't ask for her to come up," the teacher continued her train of thought. Whew! That was a close one! I thought, giving a small, silent sigh of relief. The door in the front of the room opened with nothing more than a creak.

"Ah, I was beginning to wonder where you where," the teacher told the person as if they were the only person in the room; a casual friend who had just happened to show up. I looked at the person myself, only to feel my heart freeze in my chest.

This guy was more than a new student; he was like a prom queen's boyfriend, only ten times more perfect. His hair reached just to his chin; his clothes in perfect alignment and in the right place. He even looked young, almost like a ten year old in a teenage body. His eyes were pools with many shades of green, matching his greenish hair.

"Class, this is Haku, a transfer student from Japan," the teacher announced to the entire class. Haku gave a small bow to us; I guess that meant he respected us.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all," Haku spoke. His voice was that of the ripple of a river; smooth and crisp, yet in a poetic tone. I felt myself smirking and quickly bit my cheek to suppress it, for the only empty chair there was in the entire classroom was the seat next to me.

"Well, there's a desk by Anna, why don't you sit next to her?" the teacher asked, sounding slightly jealous; probably because of the fact that she doesn't have a good-looking student sitting in the front of the room. As Haku walked to the desk, murmurs flew back and forth between students.

"I can't believe it."

"His brown hair is so amazing."

"I'm losing my girlfriend to the new guy, and he's only been here for five seconds!"

I stopped to think about the hair comment. Wasn't his hair green, not brown? I didn't have the time to ask, because once Haku was in his seat, the teacher immediately started class over Shakespeare's play; Romeo and Juliet. Great, what am I, Juliet? I asked of myself as I looked back and forth between the book and Haku, the hottest, most perfect guy I've ever seen.

Little did I know that how true my comment really was.