Ch. 2

Lucy's POV

I stood in front of the school doors. This place is huge! I wonder what it looks like inside…? My curiosity outweighed my anxiety as I began to take each step carefully through the halls. After all, the LAST thing I wanted to do was trip and fall flat on my face on my first day.

Not this day.

Sadly though, I have had worse things happen to me. Spilling my lunch all over my new clothes and blushing red as the kids pointed and laughed at me, bumping into one of the major bullies at school and was later found crying in the corner having had sharpie all over your arms and face with the dirtiest of names you can think of…you name it, it's happened to me.

As I was walking, I remembered I needed to go to the office to get my schedule. But first I had to FIND the office. Terrific. Oh, God, here we go! Reasons why I don't like new schools: first and foremost, I don't know where anything is! The kids don't bother me as much, I don't know why. Maybe I just don't care about my social life as much as my academic life?

Okay, I'll try to keep my cool. I can always ask somebody, right? I don't really care who, just as long as they don't make a big deal out of it. I don't really have time for a scene to be made right now.

A guy passed me by. His hair was pure white and he had unbelievably dark brown eyes. I didn't really know what to think of him at first, but for some reason I felt something in my gut. There is something familiar about this boy, I just can't figure out what.

He was walking at a slow enough pace that I could easily tap his shoulder.

And that's just what I did.

He suddenly stopped, breaking free of whatever thoughts were racing through his mind. He turned around and just glared at me with dark brown eyes, making me feel uneasy. "What?" he asked, sounding annoyed with me already.

"I, uh, it's my first day here and I, err, don't know where the…office is…" my voice shrank and my insides cowered away as he narrowed his eyes. He looked me up and down, as if he was checking to make sure I wasn't messing with his head or something. He snarled and said bitterly, "Come on." I followed him.

I picked the wrong guy to ask for directions…

I didn't talk to him, he didn't talk to me, and I think I preferred it that way. While we were walking, I looked at the halls filled with happy students just talking. They had books in their arms, smiles on their faces, and were talking amongst each other as if this were a natural part of life, which, in a sense, it was: school life.

Surprisingly the office was in the middle of the school. I wouldn't have figured that, but I went with the flow. I walked in, and, although I was reluctant, I felt I had to thank the kid who brought me here, but when I turned around to thank him, he was walking in the other direction we came. His head was down, and his hands were in his pockets, walking at the same pace as I found him when I tapped his shoulder.

Jerk.

If there's one thing I can remember, it's a face. And that face is definitely one I won't forget; that face is one I will try to avoid…

"Can I help you, sweetie?" said a voice, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hi, my name is Lucy Devereaux and I'm a new student here–"

"Oh yes!" she said, cutting me off, "I have your schedule right here!" She handed me a piece of paper, chronologically listed which class I have at what time of the school day.

"Thank you, but how am I going to get around? I don't mean to sound rude, but I don't know this school well…"

"Good point," she said, "That's why I thought ahead and found another student who has all the same classes you have. He can show you the ways of the school for the next few days."

"Oh that's great! Thank you so much!" I was here for less than a half an hour and I went from on-edge to relaxed in about five minutes. I think this school will be different.

The woman got on the phone and asked for my "school tour-guide." Cute title. Apparently his name was Bakura, and she called him to the office ASAP. She told me I was able to rest for a bit while my guide was on his way, so I sat in one of the chairs and waited…and waited…and waited. Sometime within what seemed like an endless period of waiting, I closed my eyes…

A few moments later, when I was nearly asleep, I heard footsteps enter and a voice say, "I believe you called?"

That voice. I knew that voice. It had a rough-sounding, assertive-quality to it, not to mention the British accent. It was all too familiar for comfort.

I opened my eyes and…oh no! Not him! As much as I wished otherwise, there stood my guide, Bakura, and it made me feel like the room had gone cold.

There stood the boy that I had first encountered not more than an hour ago in a bitterer mood than I had seen of anybody in the school. It looks like I'm going to remember his face for a lot longer than I had hoped…

He hadn't noticed me yet. "Yes, Bakura, I need you to show Lucy around for the week so she gets a good feel for the school," she then gave him a look of suspicion, like he was up to something, "Can you do that for us, please?"

He turned around and saw me. His look didn't change. Not a single emotion shown. "If I must," he finally said, then turned and walked out the door and waited in the hall. I quickly got up to catch up with him.