The sound of music reached Jamie's ears as he neared the classroom. There was really no need to peer in to know it was the music club's meeting area. Up ahead, he was greeted with the clashing sound of metal on metal. Fencing club. Not the hall either. He turned down another lonely corridor and heard a strange whirring sound emanating from one of the classrooms.

Peering in, he saw a group of boys no older than he was gathered around a strange-looking metal object which was where the whirring sound originated from. "Um... excuse me..." Jamie began, interrupting the nerds.

"Jamie Bennett?" said one of the boys, whom Jamie only knew as Ben, turning away from the metal machine and beaming at Jamie. "All of a sudden taking an interest in robotics?"

The nerd stepped aside and Jamie got a full-view of the metal machine, only to see that it was a robot the nerds had been putting together. The brunette couldn't help thinking that it looked really cool, and for a moment, was distracted from his current mission.

"Is that... a robot?" Jamie inquired, taking a few steps towards it.

The head swivelled round and round all of a sudden, making Jamie move backwards, before stopping as suddenly as it had began. "Greetings, human," it spoke, in a flat, monotonous voice.

Jamie was about to say something to the nerds when he noticed all of them staring at the robot intently, as though waiting for something. "Human, human, human," went the robot, its head swivelling around wildly. The nerds all sighed and began talking among themselves.

"What happened?" Jamie inquired.

"It keeps repeating the last word of every sentence," responded Ben, exasperation clearly written on his face. "We have to work on it, but we're running out of time!"

"Running out of time?"

"Well, yeah, we have a convention tomorrow. A robot convention," Ben explained, his eyes lighting up for a moment before his expression fell as he turned back to the contraption they had put together. "But it looks like the school's going to be made a laughingstock by this guy!" Ben gestured rudely at the robot, before turning back to Jamie. "Oh, what was it you wanted? I refuse to believe that Jamie Bennett had just developed an interest in robotics. That's like saying Proxima Centauri isn't 4.2 light years away!"

"I was just wondering, do you happen to know where the meeting of the journalism club is today?"

"No idea. We don't exactly know the exact location of the other clubs," Ben replied. "Though I know fencing and music's right down this hall, you really can't miss either of them!"

"Right. Thanks. Good luck with the convention!" he called to the other nerds before turning to the metal machine they were working on. "Good luck to you, robot."

"You too, human."

Jamie smirked slightly as he heard the word 'human' being repeated as he hurried out of the room and sprinted down the corridor. He finally managed to locate the janitor who showed him the way. The school wasn't exactly small.

"Jamie Bennett! What a surprise!" Pippa said, as Jamie knocked loudly on the door of the classroom the members of the journalism club were having their usual daily meeting in. Jamie had never really been fond of journalists, but at that moment, he was trying to find someone who could actually help him out with his writing. Jamie was really no writer, and upon rereading his manuscript, he discovered many errors and had almost dozed off.

"You're writing a book?" Pippa asked, incredulously, once Jamie had finished clarifying the reason for his unexpected visit. He merely nodded in reply. "Well, why don't you hand it in to Mrs. MacBeth, the English teacher? She's got OCD, so she'll be able to single out every mistake in there."

"Well, teachers don't exactly have all the time in the world, do they?" Jamie responded. "And anyway, I was thinking it would be best if you read through it first, to keep the mistakes down to a minimum before I actually let Mrs. MacBeth see it."

He handed over the manuscript and watched as Pippa and the others pored over it, pointing out certain things to each other and scribbling freely on the pages.

"Well, what do you think of this? It's no polished manuscript, but I think we managed to keep the errors down to a minimum, just like you requested. For these few pages only, though. What about the rest?" Pippa said, handing Jamie back his papers.

Jamie didn't give an immediate response, but before he could, Pippa spoke again. "You're odd, Jamie Bennett," she said, smiling slightly. "You were never the best in English class, and all of a sudden you're trying to pen a novel. And you never grow up. I realise Jack Frost is the protagonist of this story." At this, the other members sniggered. "Well, if you really need help from someone who's good at this sort of stuff and has a lot of free time, you could try Emily April, that new girl."

Jamie looked up at Pippa, who was watching him. "Emily?"

"Yeah." Pippa nodded.

Jamie's thoughts wandered back to the previous day. So Emily was supposedly good at this sort of stuff. She probably knew it herself. Why did she seek him out? How did she come to know that he was writing a novel? As far as he knew, Jamie hadn't told many, except Claude, who just laughed out loud and congratulated him on having a sense of humour. Had she been stalking him? At this thought, Jamie glanced around cautiously, almost expecting to spot the girl ducking into a classroom to hide or something similar. Of course, there was no one.

Jamie thanked Pippa and left the members alone, before heading to the exit. He was so wrapped in his thoughts that he didn't notice where he was walking and bumped right into another student, causing her to drop the pile of books she had been carrying in surprise. He bent to help her, and upon handing them back, saw that it had been Emily he had bumped into.

"Hi there!" Jamie greeted. "What a coincidence! I was just thinking about you!"

Whoops, that came out wrong.

The girl cocked her head to one side, studying Jamie. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Jamie raised an eyebrow. "You dropped by my house yesterday, don't you remember?"

The girl's brow crinkled. "I did? No, sorry, I don't remember. Please excuse me." She walked last a confused Jamie, feeling equally confused herself. She hadn't gone far before she turned. "But there's something strikingly familiar about you." With that, she was on her way.

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