A/N: In all honesty, I spent the most of these two weeks mapping out the city and school. It's weird, I know. And it was actually less than half a week, so the chapter is still quality.

But, anyway, as you can tell, it's getting close to Halloween in this story, and that will be incredibly fun.

I've also noticed something. I see that a bunch of people are reading, and continuing to read, but nobody is reviewing. I mean, I'm not mad, but I really do like hearing feedback, especially if it's constructive criticism. So, uh, yeah.

There's a part in the story which is particularly angsty (Well, this story is mostly teen angst anyway.) , because having Antarctica fight with Ecuador is just plain fun. Think about it, extreme cold, versus extreme hot.

Well, let's start in Maddie's perspective.

I sighed as I watched a blonde guy walk up to the teacher with a pink slip of paper. I recognized him as one of the three kids that gathered in the woods after school. He and a guy with red eyes accompany Aske after practice sometimes.

I stared at him as he talked to the teacher, noticing something odd about him. I couldn't place it, but there was a compelling urge in me to get to know him.

He wasn't particularly attractive, as his eyebrows took up at least half of his forehead, and nothing about him stood out, so I couldn't quite place the feeling.

Shaking my head, I looked back down at my notes. The doodles along the sides of the paper were far more entertaining than the actual work, so I simply continued coloring them in with the multicolored pens I had in a pencil bag.

As I was halfway through coloring in the bark of a cartoon tree, a chill ran own my back, forcing me to sit up strait. I looked around and watched the guy plop down at the desk opposite of mine. He stared at me intently, seeming as if he expected me to say something.

When he found that I wasn't going to do anything to start a conversation, he took it upon himself.

"You feel weird." He said promptly. I furrowed my brow in confusion, as he hadn't touched me. Both of us stared for a bit before I grew too confused at what he had said.

"What?" I said, starting to feel a bit paranoid. He had been staring at me for a while and had gotten to me.

"Your energy. It's not right." He muttered, making his English accent clear. He saw that I was only more confused and he sighed in frustration. "I'm Arthur." He said. I felt more comfortable with that type of conversation that what he was trying to start before.

"Madelyn." I said and looked back down at my paper. Before I even set the brown pen to the paper, I felt his gaze on me. "What do you want?"

"I'm confused."

"Well, I'm confused as to why you chose here in the entire class to sit." I said, gesturing at the table that was empty except for us.

"The quietest place." He said and dug through his bag for several books. He set them on his desk in an arrangement similar to mine: a science book on the right,a notebook full of notes in front of him, and a smaller book on top of that, which looked like it was mostly full of drawings.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." I said, trying to hide my sarcasm. Both of us were quiet for almost ten minutes before I looked up and saw what he was drawing.

The writing looked as if it was in runes, and the pictures seemed to be sprawling across the paper by themselves. I stared, fascinated for a while, as he flipped back through the book to look at other drawings.

"You don't have many friends, do you?" I asked out of the blue, still fixed on the drawings.

"No, why?" He asked without looking up from his book.

"You chose to sit with me, and you aren't exactly worried about me looking at your book." I muttered and he looked up at me.

"What do you mean?" He asked, suddenly apprehensive. All I did was glace at his book. "You aren't able to see what I'm doing, are you?" I pursed my lips and suddenly felt bad about pointing it out. "Bloody hell." He muttered.

"Sorry..." I muttered back, feeling bad for absolutely no reason. "I mean, if it helps, I don't think you're weird."

"Are you going to tell anyone about this?" He asked, closing the book, I heard a hiss come from it and was a bit scared.

"No?" I was pressed into the back of my chair. Silence fell with me glancing at my own page and trying to concentrate on the actual writing.

"I'm in the Magic Club." He said. "I think you know Aske." I nodded and he explained that he knew about the hockey team.

Silence fell again and I stared at my notes. I felt him staring at me and started to get worried. I felt my heart race and my breaths became shallow. I started coughing and felt sick to my stomach. It felt like a cloud had surrounded me and it was increasingly hard to breath.

I stood up and walked to the teacher. I got permission to leave the class and almost ran out. I had the feeling someone was staring at me as I left.

I pushed open the bathroom and ran to a stall. After a few heaves, I watched my breakfast come up, and I kept retching even after my stomach was completely empty.

After I was done being sick, I stood up and flushed the toilet. I leaned against the wall and breathed the cool air.

My head started to hurt, but I tried my best to push it off.

"Are you okay in there?" I heard a timid voice ask from somewhere else in the bathroom.

"Yeah." I muttered. "I'm just feeling a bit off." Silence followed, and the door to the bathroom closed.

I opened the stall and walked out to the mirrors. I looked at my shaking and disheveled reflection before brushing my hands over my head to flatten the hairs that were sticking up.

I splashed my face with water and dried it with my blazer. I took a drink from the drinking fountain before walking slowly back to the classroom.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Arthur staring at me. His eyes seemed to be almost glowing. I looked at the ground and walked back to my seat. The feeling of being pushed on all sides returned, and I tried my hardest to shake it.

"What was that?" I heard him ask. I glanced at the clock in an attempt to look anywhere but him. The bell was about to ring.

"I felt sick." I muttered and started packing up my things. I started coughing again as I stood up straight. I had an horribly uncomfortable feeling whenever I looked at the guy, contrary of what I had felt in the beginning of the period.

"You're so... strange." He said and I started stepping away. "Are you-"

The bell cut him off and I walked out of the class as quick as I could. The students all stood up as soon as they could and formed a crowd at the door.

I walked quickly up the stairs and to through the quickly filling halls.

Pain flooded my shoulder as I was pushed into a locker by a red haired boy. I brushed it off quickly and started moving to the cafeteria.

The school was set up in one of the most confusing ways. Both the cafeteria and the gymnasium were on the second floor, and most other classrooms are on the first or third.

I pushed my way through the sides of the hall and into the huge cafeteria. I found the rectangular table by the windows that I always sat at.

It didn't take long for David to plop down in front of me, and the rest of the friend group to follow suit.

"So, I grabbed him and pushed him into the locker." I heard Gilbert say enthusiastically, obviously finishing the story he was telling to Ivan.

"You know, he could report you." I heard Tino mutter from the end of the table, which started a long conversation between those three.

"Do you think they'll ever shut up?" David asked with a chuckle. I looked at everyone at the table and furrowed my brow.

"Where's Matt?" I asked, looking at everyone.

"Well, fine. Disregard what I say." He said sarcastically.

"Where is he?" I questioned, a little but angry that he hadn't answered me the first time. He heard the anger in my voice and got slightly defensive.

"He's off with his friend and your brother." He said, looking a bit spiteful.

"Which friend?"

"The one I beat up." He said into his sandwich.

"We both know it was a tie." I said and watched him roll his eyes.

I thought for a few moments while David was engaging in a short conversation.

"Who is this guy?" I asked and watched his shoulders tighten.

"His name's Jasper. He's friends with Matt and some other kids." He grumbled.

"Who? Jasper?" Gilbert asked, completely ignoring Tino. Both of us nodded. "Oh! He's pretty cool. I mean, he's a little whacked out, but still pretty cool. His family runs a bakery, and he decorates most everything there."

I nodded, quite fascinated. I knew he worked at the bakery, but it hurt my head to try to think about that place.

"Da, he's quite responsible." Ivan said with a smile. "He's in a few of my classes, and he always has his homework in on time."

"Responsible my ass." David grumbled and and all of the table looked at him. "Hey! I've never seen any of this. I only see a pretty frustrating guy who argues about the validity of sports rules."

"David, be quiet." James said. It was the first thing he said all lunch. He was a man of few words, so when he said something, everyone listened. I watched David sigh and lean back in the chair. "Yes, Jasper can be rash and frustrating, but he is also a very kind person. Currently his entire family is sick, and he's still doing homework and running the shop. He's also picking up the homework for both of his siblings. David, you can't complain about how he's so bad. You wouldn't even do that for your family."

"Excuse me?" David said, sitting forward in his chair to look around Gilbert to James. "Do you even know how much work I do for my family?" Gilbert leaned as far back in his chair as possible so he wouldn't be in the direct line of the argument.

None of us tried to stop either of them, as arguments resolved themselves quickly. It was also incredibly entertaining.

"You pick up your little sister. Yeah, I know. You've had to beg me for gas money five times in the last month." James crossed his arms as he leaned forward to look at David.

"Maybe that's because you're the son of two scientists and are always loaded with cash. It's a shame you never earned it through hard work, though. You just sit there and let your parents shower you in money." David said. I was starting to doubt that the argument would resolve itself.

"Oh! You're here to preach about hard work? Do you even know how to use that phrase?"

"Yes, I do. Hard work is actually working on a farm after school, instead of hiding in my room behind a computer every night."

I saw rage flare in James' eyes at that comment. Part of me knew that this argument would come up sometime. I could tell from the the three other boys' expressions that they did too.

"And what gives you the right to insult me when all you do is take care of alpacas. You wouldn't have the brains to do what I do every day!" James said, making David just as mad. Both of them stood up at almost the same time.

"Do you want a fight?" David asked menacingly, "Because those are some pretty heavy words you're throwing around."

"You couldn't even scratch me."

"Wanna bet?"

"How about no!" Gilbert said as he stood up between the two guys. "You could get suspended if you actually fought. And that just wouldn't be awesome, now would it?"

"Shut up." James said, and I stood up as well. He rarely got this angry, and I knew that someone would get hurt. I walked around the end of the table and grabbed James shoulders. I pushed him into his seat and did the same with David before sitting back down.

"Both of you need to calm down." I said and glared at both of them. "It was entertaining for a bit, but I would like to have all of my friends in one piece."

"Yeah. You guys need to chill." Tino said. "And anyway, James, how did you know about Jasper's home life?"

"I listen to what people say." He said and went back to his food.

The four of them took up a conversation about eavesdropping as I stared at David.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"You're on your man period." I said and he chuckled.

"Yeah, there's a bunch of llamas that are going to give birth soon, and it's been hectic around the farm." He sighed. He always got irritable when he was stressed.

His family owned an alpaca and llama ranch and he did a lot of the work.

"Ah." I said shortly and we fell silent. I found an uncanny interest in the hem of my blazer sleeve. I fiddled with it for a while before David started talking again.

"You didn't bring lunch." He said and I nodded. I heard him groan and looked up. "Why don't you ever bring lunch?"

"I'm not hungry?" I said with an innocent smile. He sighed and pushed the last of his sandwich into my hands.

"If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death by now." He said and I smiled.

Maybe that's what I want.

ЖЖЖJASPER'S POVЖЖЖ

"Well, I don't see why we have to be there on time." Mathias said with a grin. I rolled my eyes and walked through the crowded halls. The bell to excuse lunch had just rung, but kids still wanted to sit around and enjoy the laziness of eating. Because of this, it was hard to get through the halls.

"Because reasons." I said and heard him chuckle.

The third floor was surprisingly clear of students and we managed to get into the math classroom quickly.

A few students were in there already, but we found out assigned seats quickly. Francis was already sitting there, and looked up at us.

"You two are early." He said, surprised. Even though I'd heard him talk for two years, I still had to control my laughter at his accent.

"Yeah. He saw the time before the bell rung." Mathias responded, obviously trying to hold back the same laughter as me.

A loud group of kids walked through the door, making it hard to talk and hear each other. I stared at the door and watched a blonde kid walk in and recognized him vaguely.

"Hey, Francis?" I asked as I stared at the guy.

"Oui?" He muttered.

"Is that the guy you're trying to get it on with?" I asked. It was common knowledge that Francis liked both girls and guys. It was also perfectly normal.

He looked up quickly and spun in his chair too look around the room.

"Arthur?" Francis asked, sounding a little bit too excited,
"Yeah. He's talking to Hartwell." I said so he would know where to look. I saw the grin spread across his face and started to think that pointing him out might have been a mistake.

All three of us watched Arthur talk to the teacher and waited for him to consult the seating chart.

There was about three open seats in the room, including the one at our table.

After about 10 seconds the kid turned around to walk to look where he was to sit. His expression fell and Matt started to chuckle.

"What?" I asked and he simply shook his head.

A few moments later, Arthur plopped down in the desk next to Francis. The Frenchman was about to open his mouth when he was cut off.

"Don't even think about it." Arthur muttered and looked at both me and Matt. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, and I'm sure he already told you about me." He pointed at Francis while he was talking.

The bell rang before any of us could talk any more, and Hartwell started instructing the class.

I sighed and stared at the page numbers we were supposed to study. I tried to flip to the correct page, only to find I read the number wrong.

"Hey, Johan." Matt said and I nodded. "It's page 394." I nodded again and flipped through the huge book. After about thirty seconds I was lost. "Dude, 394."

Eventually he just took it upon himself to turn to the page for me.

I started reading slowly to recall what I remembered of this subject. We were studying for an upcoming standardized test which would take all day.

"So there was this girl today." I found myself eavesdropping on Francis and Arthur's conversation. Francis groaned, obviously not wanting to hear if Arthur was interested in girls. "No! You need to hear this! She had this incredibly cold and soft energy, it was so... strange." Francis was trying his hardest to stay engaged. "She felt like she knew."

"You Limeys are so strange.." Francis muttered

"Hey!"

"What do you mean, she 'knew'?" I asked, stopping the impending argument. Mathias glanced up from his paper watching the three of us interact.

"Artie here is in the Magic club." Francis said, scratching his scraggly beard. Arthur tried to shush him but couldn't keep him from continuing. "He thinks he can sense the 'energies' of the people around him. Oh, and he sees dead people."

"Will you stop!" Arthur was extremely frustrated and looked like he was going to yell.

"Well, I trust these guys." Francis said and Arthur sighed.

"One of my good friends is in your club." Matt said quietly. "I think you're perfectly normal, and actually pretty cool for being able to do magic." I nodded in agreement and the other two looked at us.

"Well, that's different." Arthur muttered. "And I don't see ghosts. I sense them." Francis rolled his eyes in response.

"Makes sense, but what about the girl you were talking about earlier?" I honestly just learned not to care about particularly strange things, like magic.

It was an eclectic school.

"She said her name was Madelyn." He said and my heart jumped into my throat. I nodded quickly and urged him to continue. "You'd know her." He looked at Matt and he simply shrugged.

"She has purple eyes and freckles and these red triangle hair clips!" I said and he nodded quickly.

"She ran out of the classroom because she was feeling sick." He said. "When she came back she looked like she was sweating and trying not to make eye contact."

"Every time I see her she practically faints!" I said, getting a bit too excited. "You know what I'm talking about." I said to Matt and he just looked at me like I was crazy. I groaned from frustration and looked back to Arthur.

He wasn't looking at me anymore, but down at a small dark purple notebook on top of his math book. The page looked mostly blank other than what he was currently writing. It was in a dark green ink, and I couldn't read it at all.

I shrugged a bit and made eye contact with an incredibly bored looking Francis.

"I hate math." He muttered. "I would much rather be in my art class." I chuckled and nodded. Each of us worked in silence, and I occasionally nudged Mathias in the arm to ask for clarification on an operation.

"So, what are each of you doing for Halloween?" I looked up to see Gilbert, the resident albino. "The awesome me is going out for pranks. You want to-"

"I have to walk my sister around to trick or treat. I don't want to come." Matt said, not looking up from his paper once.

"Well fine." Gilbert muttered.

"I think my sister will be okay this year." Francis said with a smirk. "Artie do you want to-"

"Busy." He muttered. I looked at the two guys that were sucked into their work and chuckled a bit. Francis frowned as he looked at me.

"The family is sick. I'll be giving out candy for kids." I said and watched both of them frown. "I have a bunch of eggs that went bad. You can have them." They both brightened up and I rolled my eyes.

They chattered for a bit before I started thinking.

Would the girl be out and about? I mean, she's old, but maybe she has a younger sibling or something. I might be able to talk to her, or maybe just see her for longer than a second. I thought.

"Gilbert?" I asked. They both looked at me. "I need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Well, you probably know her, but I want to know if you know if this girl is going to be out and around on Halloween. Her name's Madelyn." I said and watched his face pull into a confused expression.

"I've never heard of her." He said. It took a bit for the two of them to start talking again and I simply stared blankly.

Before long, the rhythmic bell rung and I quickly stuffed my books away.

"Hey, Arthur." I grabbed his shoulder as we walked out the door. "I need to you get me information on Madelyn." He nodded. "I mean, where does she live, what her schedule is, and why no one remembers her."

"It sounds to me like you're stalking the girl." He said and paused. A look of realization flooded his face. "Wait, nobody remembers her?"

"No. I know for a fact that Matt and Gilbert know her. They're on the hockey team with her, but every time I describe her, or say her name they just act like I'm crazy." He stopped in the center of the hall to look at me. I was considerably taller, so it was a bit awkward.

"I'll figure this out." He muttered and practically scampered down the hall.

I looked around the hall and started walking, trying not to look especially unstable.

"You better figure this out." I mumbled to myself.

A/N: Well, I was going to say something, but I can't remember now.

I hope you enjoyed this, and have a good day or night or whatever you're doing right now.