Chapter 4

As the bell rang at the end of the day I left quickly and swiftly, not wanting people to be questioning me about my day and what I am planning this afternoon.

But when I got home from walking in the cold winter wind things got strange… as I was closing my front door Alexander was their standing across the street staring at me with a mysterious brooding look. He was wearing the school uniform like every other pupil at school has, but unlike every other boy at our school, he had it done all up properly, not scruffy or muddy or all horrible like all of them, he was different, a weird different but the more I looked at him the more I needed to know.

I closed the door staring at the ground and dropped my bag at my feet.

"Is everything ok Scarlet?" my over protective father asked. I nodded and went slowly in deep thought up to my bedroom, locked the door and went to my window to see if Alexander was their. He wasn't just a few dead leaves and that was it, like nothing was even their, it didn't even look like some one had been standing their, the whole street was completely undisturbed.

Then my phone rang with the ring tome of California Girls by that crazy singer who I keep forgetting, Katy something. It was Connie on the phone.

"Err hey Connie"

"Ah Scarlet, you know that new boy… Alex right"

"Yeah, Alexander Hale"

"Well apparently he is from Alaska, which is kinds of weird, if I was from a cold place like Alaska I wouldn't move here, to the small boring country of England"

""Wow, I wasn't expecting that… thanks Connie, anything else you know about him"

"Not really, but he lives with his older brother… I dunno his name but they don't have parents, wonder what happened to them?"

"Ok, well thanks Connie, see you tomorrow… err, bye"

"Yeah, bye Scarlet"

She hang up the phone, I dropped the phone on my bed and went as sat on my window sill, confused about him. Why did he move here to England? Who is his brother? How old is his brother? Where do they both live? What happened to their parents? Why did I see him? Or was I imagining it? Why was I imagining him their if it was my imagination?

Did I have some strange feeling so him, even though I have only ever heard him speak once, and he was correcting a teacher, which nobody has ever dared to do unless they were asking for a detention?

I looked at the clock after dinner, it was six o'clock, I decided all this thinking was making me tired, I went and had a shower, but as I was in the shower I leaned up against the shower wall and closed my eyes only for a second, but when I opened them I thought I saw him through the water staring at me with his brooding emerald eyes again, then I blinked and he was gone, after that I washed the conditioner out of my hair and went to sleep. But going to sleep I then strangely found hard that night, I couldn't get his stare out of my head, but when I did finally get to sleep things got worse.