A/N: I seriously need to get my eyes checked. Sorry folks for the wrong posting. Must have been because it's in the middle of the night. -.- And the fact that I love to sleep. ALOT. Here is the REAL Chapter 5. :) Enjoy. Man, I should really start studying for my final exam.

DISCLAIMER: With all due respect, I own no rights to CSI:Miami and the characters from YUMGirlAndMoltMan's story. I think both are amazing. AND SO IS COLDPLAY! 3

Chapter 5:

Anastasia's POV:

The day started out just like any other. It was the orientation program and I did shake some hands, smiling to the people whom I will be spending time with for the next year or so, spending some time playing games provided by the school and starting a conversation during break time, but none of my classmates have the same view and personality as a whole like me, so I knew it's going to be a hard time looking for a real friend at that moment, something that I had expected ever since I was a little girl.

The classes have been great, meeting new teachers who were kind enough to help us out on our first day of school, from telling us what to expect when we are studying here, to tips on living life in balance even though we do have school work constantly in our minds 24/7. We have had a class discussion on who should be the class monitor lead by my form teacher, and my name happened to be on the board, among the two others, because they thought I was one of the promising trios. For me, I thought I was the musketeer.

My form teacher, Mr. Josephine (I have had to sniffle a laugh in the beginning when I heard his surname and him actually writing it on the whiteboard), told the three of us to get out of the classroom while the rest of the class discussed their votes, to prevent any unfair advantage. The other two happened to be called Marie Blossoms and John Talons.

John was an athlete in his previous school, his body structure and the toned muscles on his arms and legs can prove to you on that. He happens to come into the school using the school's athlete scholarship, and is planning to major a career in sports. One day, I may see him in a sports channel winning a gold medal, who knows? As for today, he was wearing a white printed T-shirt along with soldier green khaki shorts, looking confident at us for he is the only man called out.

Do not be fooled by Marie's looks. She may be beautiful on the outside, but on the inside, she can be as tough as a nutcracker. She has had told me that she's been to karate lessons every Saturday and that she is currently a black belt, the highest rank of them all. I smiled at her as she told me that she would protect me from harm, and had spoken to her a simple 'Thank You'. She was also the smartest kid in her previous school, so that might be where we both have things in common. Other than that, she cares about her looks, but then I don't. I care more about other people, unfortunately more than myself.

"Who do you think is going to win this position? It's highly prestigious, so I don't think I'll get the part," I mumbled towards the two others, pursing my lips to the side. I couldn't match up to those two. They are way out of my league, and they could have easily beaten me like I was their piece of cake, so the votes are up to those two.

"Don't think like that, Anne. Have faith in yourself a little more. You're the smartest in school after all, and you have always been helping in society and all of us when we've just met. Don't give up just yet," Marie smiled at me, comforting me like a classmate should, giving me a pat on the back as a form of encouragement, friendships sparking in between us.

John snorted, thinking differently, "Yeah, but then if she is out of our league, that means there are lesser competitions, which means I have more chance of winning," he crossed his arms and glared at us, giving out a lot of ego. I can't stand people who tend to show off a lot, let alone Marie.

"John, don't be like that! Even though you are an athlete, doesn't mean you could go around boasting it to everybody. I still don't understand why people like you can have a way in life, ordering people around isn't your forte, isn't it?" John rolled his eyes when given advises by Marie, as she turned to look back at me. "Don't listen to him. He's a big liar. You have something in the world that other people don't have, including me and …" she looked back at the beauty covered monster before looking back at me with a broad grin on her face, "… it."

I chuckled for a few seconds, before we burst out laughing; a new friend found within a few hours, one that I hope will last as long as we both existed. I knew John wanted to ask why we were laughing so hard, but Mr. Josephine has already called us back in.

As we walked through the main door leading into the classroom, the class put their hands together and clapped loudly, cheering for the new Class Monitor. I turned to look at the name on the whiteboard:

Our new Class Monitor, ANASTASIA CAINE.

My jaw dropped as I stood there, frozen in both shock and disbelief. Marie cheered for me and patted my back with a big smile plastered on her face, "See? I told you so!" I stole a glance at John, who only grumbled away before going back to his seat, face full of lines of disappointment and despair.

Mr. Josephine then did the papers for each of us, making sure we have the right documents about being in the right school and classroom, when the school bell rang just in time as he finished the last person in the class. He stood up, greeted us, and dismissed us accordingly. As I went to stuff my belongings into my Nike bag, while the others left the classroom, Mr. Josephine went towards my direction and took a seat beside me, "Anastasia, may I talk to you for a second?"

"Um. Sure," I took my seat, letting myself feel comfortable, before focusing on his face, "What is it, Mr. Josephine?"

"I'm just glad you're the class monitor. Being the youngest member of the class, the daughter of a lawyer and a superior crime scene investigator, it must be really something," he looked at me, his eyes twinkling with delight inside his half frame glasses. He straightened his glasses before looking back at me, "How is your mother by the way, Marisol? I've missed teaching her. She was a very good student, and very smart as well."

"You happen to know my mother? Cool," I smiled as he leaned back, getting into a more relaxed position, "She's fine, just recovered from her cancer and continuing her life as a lawyer, but not the way I was supposed to see it."

"Yes, I've heard of her contracting cancer, and I'm sorry to hear that, but what do you mean by 'not the way you were supposed to see it'?" Curious, Mr. Josephine edged closer to me again. He will be teaching me Biology and Physics anyway, so it was normal that he would like closer just to grasp new information, like how a good scientist would do ANYTHING to get new information about the unknown, before sharing it into the world.

"Well, for one, she became fit and healthy in under a few months, faster than a normal human being, and that her skin is pale and white," I outstretched my hands in an 'I don't know' manner, much to his amusement. "And the fact that she- I'm sorry, I don't think I want to talk about it right now. I'll just have to find out by myself."

A grasp can be felt on my shoulders and Mr. Josephine went on to massage it a little, caring a little for me, "That's all right, Anastasia. You'll have time, and if you want to talk to me, you may. As for now," he cleared his throat for the big announcement, "Do you know there is going to be a co-curriculum activity bazaar tomorrow? You should really think about getting the right activity, you know. Who knows what might happen outside school hours in this building."

I smiled as both of us stood up, "Well, I'll try to think of it, but there's already a couple on my mind which I don't plan to go for," I grabbed my bag and sling it on my arms.

"All right then, I'll see you tomorrow, Anastasia."

"Will do, Mr. Josephine. Goodbye and Thank You," I waved at him as I started making my way outside the classroom and down the hallway, meeting the famous glances from the other students in the school. Again, I begin to feel awkward, but I didn't lose my cool and kept moving on.

Opening the doors, I could see the familiar grey Hummer with the logo and the heading 'Crime Scene Investigation' in the roundabout just in front of my school, raising the sides of my mouth as I saw the familiar face driving it.

Aunt Calleigh.

Calleigh's POV:

The girl whom I knew and loved like my own child came running down the stairs, before dashing across the pavement, meeting the car itself. I rolled down the windows, expecting a cheerful Anastasia. "Hey Aunt Calleigh!"

"Hey Anne!" I pulled the lever on top of the door, unlocking the doors. Anastasia opened the door and quickly jumped in, putting the bag and sweater on the seats behind us. As Anne closed the door, I immediately locked the doors again, before revving up the engines and making our way out into the roads, seatbelts on of course. We wouldn't want the cops to catch us cops now, would we?

"So how's school?" I took a few glances at her, before focusing on the road again. She has definitely changed a lot, from wearing pink dresses and cute little hats, to having back packs and wearing shorts all the time. Yep, time does sure fly when we're having fun.

Anne took a sigh of relief, knowing full well that the first day of school has been officially over, "Well, today is the orientation day and it was fun, playing games and getting to know my classmates better. We had a discussion on who should be the Class Monitor and I got picked in the end…"

"You're the class monitor now? That's awesome. I remember being a Class Monitor for a year in school, being in charge of almost everything, having that power to order people to do something," I paused, sensing the awkwardness in Anne as she continues listening to me before her mouth spoke.

"I thought you were going to end that with an evil laugh or something," she mimicked the action shown on cartoon shows and that caused me to laugh out loud. I've swerved the car a few times to prevent myself from crashing into another car because it was too hilarious.

After my laughter died down, I catch a few breaths, gaining my composure, before finding the right time to speak, "So, do you like your new school? I mean, it's not like your old school is bad or anything."

"It's been great; I've met a couple new friends today. A new record I've set in years," Anne smiled as she glanced out of the window. She always does. I don't really know what is inside the brain of hers, but then again, why would I want to? "Speaking of which, how's your day at work? I heard you've gotten a new member to your team. And how's things with Uncle Eric?" her mischievous smile adds to my annoyance as I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"It's great that you've new friends already, and Uncle Eric and I are doing fine. So there is nothing new to report on that. As for the new man on the job, he's been really good during the interview and now he's helping us out with the current case in terms of trace. You'll see and meet him for yourself," I smiled the famous 'Duquesne Smile' as I turned around the corner and arrived at my workplace, also known as my second home, stopping at the designated parking lot.