We landed in front of the gates and that's when our eyes locked for a second before Butch growled. "I thought we killed you," the black haired girl, wearing a green school dress, yelled. "I guess you didn't do a good enough job," I grinned at her confusion.

"Impossible, you exploded," the blonde in pigtails and a blue school dress shrieked.

"Its alright girls, we can defeat them again, all we have to do is kiss them," the red head wearing a crimson bow and a pink school dress shuddered. A loud snarl erupted from inside the school, "NEVER," a female voice barked, "YOU SHALL NOT HARM THEM, IF YOU LAY ONE HAND ON THE ROWDYRUFF BOYS, POWDERFLUFFS, THEN I WILL TEAR YOU APART LIMB BY LIMB,"

"Who was that?" Boomer whispered. I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Butch, he shook his head. Quickly I glanced around at the other teenagers in the grounds, we were the only ones who heard the voice. "You got a fan now," Buttercup sneered.

"I don't know," I chuckled, "But if I was you then I would listen, that voice sounded serious."

"Of course I am serious Brick, I am surprised that the PowderFluffs are able to show their faces after what happened," the mysterious voice sang.

"After what happened?" Buttercup spoke through her clenched teeth.

"SHUT IT BUTTERFINGERS, NO ONE INVOLVED YOU," the voice snapped. The bell shrilled and we ran into class.

"Me, Butch and Boomer don't want an introduction," I whispered to our teacher, only loud enough for her to hear. She nodded once and I sat at the back, next to an empty seat. "Welcome back everyone, we have four new students today, Brick, Butch and Boomer don't want to come to the front so maybe you can get to know them later," the teacher, Miss Kayn smiled cheerily. "And here is our other new student," she pointed to the slim, silver haired girl that walked through the door. I focused on her, her eyes were metallic silver, they shone with torment and burned with anger, so intense that it made me avert my gaze; with the hair on the back of my neck standing up. She wore a grey top with a black stripe across the middle, collar and both ends of her short sleeve top. It was the same stripes I had on my normal top, not the school one I was wearing. A thunderbolt was in the centre of her grey top but the black strip cut through it. Her jeans were dark blue and her white trainers had blue, green and red stripes on with one single silver strip down the centre. Her long flowing silver hair reached her waist but it was like mine, not evenly cut. She was faintly blushing, which spread over her cheeks, but her most dominating feature was the dark scar that started under her fringe, down her left eye and ended on her chin, just missing her mouth. She looked pretty but the smile on her face took away the innocence, it was mischievous, mocking maybe even evil. "Please tell the class your name, age and a bit about yourself," Miss Kayn smiled. The new kid grimaced in the teachers direction then smiled. "My name is Breeze, I am fifteen years old and I watched my brothers die, actually they were brutally murdered right in front of my eyes, and I am out for revenge," she said without emotion.

"Oh … um … has anyone got any questions for Breeze," the teacher asked, almost speechless, "Um … yes Butch." My gaze flitted to Butch, he wore a smug smile, my guess is he is going to try and upset the new girl. "So, how did ya get the scar?" he asked, his eyes shining in anticipation. I was right. Breeze's eyes lit up strangely, "I was being experimented on," she smiled, all humour vanished from Butch's face.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Yes, my father did experiments on me, this one," she touched the scar, "He tried giving me brain surgery, to see what was wrong with me, I moved and the scalpel slashed through my face," her eyes were shining brightly but she used the same clipped tone.

"I think that is enough questions for now, go and sit in that empty seat," Miss Kayn said weakly, her face bone white. Great, I have to sit next to the experimental freak. "Hey Brick," she whispered as she gracefully sat on the chair. HOW DID SHE KNOW MY NAME?