AN: Sorry I took so long to update -____- school was eating my life. I'll try to update before easter, but I'm not sure if I'll have the time. :(

I do NOT own DGM!!!

The Garden

"Okay everyone, time to introduce ourselves!"

Looking at my nails I frowned at my teacher. Drama class had gone by fairly quickly. Mr. Mikk had been winking at me one second then glaring vehemently the next.

I swear, that man has MPD.

After class was over I had rushed off to my next class. Dance. I wasn't going to be late. I had found the room quite easily.

Now I was stuck witting in a chair, one of many set up in a circle. The rest of the class was sitting around the circle too. The person beside me was humming a tune, playing with my hair and had a lollipop in her mouth.

I was staring at the teacher with a sour look. Ignoring what Road was saying and doing. I just had to be stuck with this girl.

The teacher had long blue hair pulled back into a pony-tail. He was tall too. He had introduced himself as Mr. Kamelot.

He pointed at a random person in the circle and they said their name. Continuing to point and get names he was smiling. Pointing at me, "What's your name, you sitting with my Road."

I looked at him confused then at Road with the same expression. She smiled. Deciding that this girl gave me the creeps I looked back at Mr. Kamelot.

"Eden Tradgärd Sir."

"Oh! So you're Eden! It's nice to finally meet you."

"Uh..." Slightly confused I looked around uncomfortably. This place was getting creepily weirder every second.

Why do these people know who I am? I only got here yesterday.

I swallowed hard and pushed down my doubts. Road had probably told the white haired boy. I don't know who told this teacher though.

Cutting into my daze I heard a whining voice beside me. "Dad, why didn't you ask mee..."

Looking between the two I blinked in surprise. Father and daughter then? I couldn't see any similarities between them, except for the blue hair.

Before he could answer she pulled the lollipop out of her mouth, exclaiming loudly. 'I'm Road Kamelot." The class was silent as she put the candy back and continued humming at me.

I blinked at her then at the teacher. He smiled at me and continued pointing at the other students. Felling slightly uncomfortable I looked down at Road.

Whispering, "Can you, um, let go please?" I just met her yesterday and she was already treating me like a life-long friend.

She ignored me.

"Excuse me... Road?" I prodded at her. No response. "Road." Trying a couple more times, I gave up when she was still ignoring me after ten tries.

After Mr. Kamelot had pointed at everyone at least once he clapped his hands together. Some students jumped from the random loud noise, I was one of them.

"Everyone pair up with someone for your stretches." I groaned feeling Road's grip tighten on me, she was almost daring me to leave for someone else.

"See those mats over there? Go claim one everyone!" He called as the students stood and walked over to the mats on the floor.

Next thing I knew I was being dragged by my arm over to an unoccupied mat. She pulled on me, successfully yanking me down, sitting me on the mat.

"You might want to take your candy out." I commented blandly. She made a giggling noise and then loud chewing ensued. Cringing at the noise I looked to my right.

Just in time to see the teacher pull off his button-up ad drop his pants. This revealed a full body, black leotard. I gagged.

Covering my mouth with my hand I tried very hard to re-swallow the vomit that was creeping up my throat. Squeezing my eyes shut I looked away, pretty sure that I just died a little on the inside.

Successfully not barffing my brains out I let out a small disturbed noise.

I definitely did not want to see my teacher's junk, but I did and now I have ten years less left to live.

Road made a small worried noise then looked over at her father. "Oh. He's like that, sometimes. This is actually a good day."

"You mean that there is something worse than your teacher in a full-body piece of spandex?" I asked sceptically. I doubted anything could be worse.

"Well you could have seen him in a full body spandex suit, prancing down the hall yelling 'Oh, my darling brother!' or 'Road, come give daddy a big hug!' Now that's what he usually does." She pushed her finger on her cheek thoughtfully.

I hung my head between my knees. She giggled when I made a pathetic strangled noise. This was not happening. I thought these expensive British schools were supposed to be normal. Apparently I had to go to the one that was so utterly wacked. Maybe my luck was just that bad.

When I zoned back in I was somehow already stretching. I had no idea when that happened. Loosing my train of thought I continued stretching. Toe touch here, then other foot, reach, next reach and so on. Zoning back in I felt Road touch my arm lightly.

"Hey Eden?" She was looking at me intently, sitting cross-legged on the mat.

"Yes?" I adjusted my outfit since we hadn't had time to change into our dance clothes. Luckily the skirt had shorts underneath.

"You remind me of someone I knew a long time ago." She smiled sadly looking down. She then looked up, smiling and giving me a childish grin. "If I didn't already have Allen I would steal you away from uncle T-" Mr. Kamelot cut her off by swooping in and sitting beside us.

She looked at him blankly. "You cut me off." They shared a look then she gave him a small hug. "Well, whatever, it doesn't matter because I have my Allen!" She cuddled the air around her, twisting her torso back and forth.

Mr. Kamelot was still sitting there when I looked over. He had winced at Road's mentioning of Allen but smiled at her.

"Don't mind her dear, she's just madly in love." She playfully smacked at him and protested, saying something about how lame that was. And how she wasn't.

Don't mind her? You should have said something about yourself too Mr. Spandex suit!

I looked at him and smiled, "It's no problem Sir, she's not that bad." She grinned at him triumphantly and stuck out her tongue.

"Wait..." Road looked thoughtful. "I'm not that bad? No fair! I'm not bad at all." She crossed her arms in a pout. Mr. Kamelot laughed lightly then pet her head affectionately.

They both laughed again and started talking in another language. Loosing track of their conversation I looked between them.

At least he seems like a good parent.

I smiled sadly at the thought then quickly brushed it away. Getting up slowly I looked down at my teacher. "Sir?" He nodded in acknowledgment. "May I go use the restroom?" He nodded again, still deep in conversation with Road.

The rest of the class was stretching being well behaved, even if their teacher was ignoring them. Maybe he just had that kind of impression on people. For some reason he reminded me of someone, I couldn't place who it was though.

Walking out of the class I found the restroom quite easily. I looked at the mirror and readjusted my hair. The bruise on my forehead was pretty bad. Really, really bad actually. I brushed some of my bangs in front of it. Satisfied I immediately reached for my phone, but then I remembered that Mr. Mikk had it.

I sighed. Why did I even have the urge to text my brother? It's not like he could do anything, being in Sweden and all. It had only been one day since I had seen him and I already missed him.

I hope he remembers to go back and see mom and dad every once in a while. He'll have to give dad his medicine.

I stood there thinking aimlessly. I hadn't seen mom or dad for a couple years now. Dad gained weight, mom got more grey hairs. Or at least that's what brother told me. I missed them, but brother said it wasn't safe for me to go home. He never said why though.

Shrugging, I walked out of the bathroom, back toward class. If brother didn't want me to see them then there was a good reason. He wouldn't have just said it just for the sake of saying it.

I smiled at the thought as I entered the room. Mr. Kamelot was now circling the room, showing students which stretched were best and which were most effective for our lessons.

I sat down beside Road on the mat. She looked at me; I'm pretty sure she almost asked some thing but stopped.

A loud buzzing went off and all the students stood up, grabbing all their stuff. Mr. Kamelot looked at us and bid us a good day. 'Don't forget your suits tomorrow." I was pretty sure he meant our black leotard suits.

I picked up my bag and headed out of the class. Frowning I stood in the hall for a second. What was I supposed to do? It was lunch time, was I supposed to find the cafeteria? Or go back to my room? Suddenly remembering something I looked over toward the drama room. Maybe I could get my cell-phone, go up to my room then go to English Literature? Nodding I walked over to the drama hallway.

Standing in front of the door I noticed it was slightly open, the light was on inside. Taking a gulp i knocked timidly, I poked my head in.

He was leaning against the desk I had been in and was looking at something in his hand. I heard little mechanical noises from what he was holding.

Those noises were very familiar. I looked over at him shocked from the doorway.

He's snooping through my phone!

I grinded my teeth together and tightened my fists. That was an invasion of privacy, I didn't care who he was, or what he looked like, he wasn't allowed to do that!

About to barge in I heard a small laugh from him. I stopped dead in my tracks. He had his eyes closed as he brought the phone up to his lips. I stared at him, shocked. He pulled it away and smiled softly.

"To plant a garden, all you need is a single rose." He looked down at the phone, his eyes open and studying the screen.

I gasped and almost fell into the room. I covered my mouth, a little too late though. Almost sure that he had heard me I turned in the doorway and ran, hoping that he didn't know that it was me.

What was he..? Why did...he..? What?!

My thoughts scrambled through my head as I stopped once outside in the fresh air. Walking over to a tree I slid down it and sat at its base.

I frowned after a minute or two. I didn't have to run, I could have stayed and said that I had tripped and fallen into the dreaded door. He probably wouldn't have believed me but I would have gotten my phone back. Why did it make such a difference after seeing that?

He has mental problems. Normal people do not kiss their student's phones. But then again, normal students wouldn't have had such a freak out when their teacher did that.

I groaned and rubbed my temples. Okay so I was a bit strange, I already knew that. Maybe I was making a big deal out of nothing. I did that a lot. He might have just been... appreciating the advancements in technology.

Like hell he was Eden!

Well it was worth a shot. I grimaced, that was kind of pathetic. I could just forget it ever happened. That seemed a solid plan. I let out a startled yelp as a hand touched my shoulder. Now with twenty less years to live I saw Road looking at me quizzically. Allen was standing with her.

"Uncle said to give this to you." She held out her hand, my phone resting in her palm. "He also said something about shitty spies." She shrugged. "Dunno 'bout that part. Uncle Tyki's a bit weird sometimes. I stared at her blankly. I put my hand out mechanically and she dropped the phone in it.

He knows it was me... I'm so doomed.

Despair washed over me and I heard a surprised yet worried noise from Allen. "You're really pale Eden...what's wrong?" He asked sounding concerned.

"Nothing. Also this is my natural skin colour." I replied bleakly, opening up my phone.

The scream showed a picture of me standing on my balcony back home. Brother had taken the picture so that I wouldn't forget what it was like back at home.

I blinked at it blankly. This was the picture that he had kissed?

Road leaned over my shoulder and looked at my phone. She made a gasping noise and looked at me. "That's a really pretty picture Eden. Is that your home?"

I felt my cheeks go hot and I mumbled a small reply, confirming her guesses. Allen leaned over politely, to try to see the picture too, I guessed. I turned the phone for him to see.

"It is a very pretty picture." He smiled, it wasn't like before. It seemed more genuine right now.

I mumbled a 'thank you' to him and turned the phone back to face me. Exiting the photo I checked to see of I had any new texts or missed calls. None. I sighed, at least brother didn't text me when Mr. Mikk had the phone.

The phone vibrated. I looked at it questioningly. Opening the text I saw it was from my brother. Reading it over, then again, then for a third time, I closed the phone.

Road looked up at my face then squeaked in worry. She reached for my head. "Eden," She was holding my face between her hands, "What's wrong?"

I looked at her quizzically. What did she mean 'What's wrong?'

"What do you mean?" My vision was blurring oddly.

"Eden, you're crying."

EN: Sorry if there's any typos or errors in the text -.-'