You're probably hating me for not uploading this since, Hm. When, October? ;-; I'm sorry. In my defense, I got a job. ~In a bakery~

Interpret this chapter the way you see fit. ;) Also, feel free/obliged to answer the question at the end of this chapter!

Who the Hell did he think he was.

Why the Hell was I even here.

What the Fuck is going on.

Questions like these ran on and on about my mind as I walked back through the now empty hallway. The pianist guy was gone, and so was Elizaveta. There wasn't any hustling or loud noise that would come from my airhead of a sister. The occasional cough mimicked and echoed from the staircase upstairs. I shivered in my uniform. My numb fingers tried to wrap my red coat around my arms. But it only resulted in me growling and putting off the idea of it all.

"Lizzie! I can't believe it's yooouuuuuuuu~"

"Wanker! Shut up! And why the bloody hell am I being called 'Lizzie?' My name is Elizabeth, you fool!"

I raised an eyebrow, watching a strange couple turn into the lobby. The blonde with long hair was pushing away the tall man with glasses who was eagerly reaching for a hug. "Uh…" I said, not exactly sure what to say at this point in time. The girl looked at me, and dropped her arm, stepping backwards. The male fell down, mumbling a small 'ouch.'

"I do apologize for this rather… unfortunate event. He is just a little crazy, if you don't mind." She said, clearing her throat. I leaned back a bit. Her English is definitely not hard to miss. The girl held out her hand. "I'm Elizabeth Kirkland. The President of this school, if you will."

I shook her hand reluctantly. Her hands were as cold as ice. I wanted to repel them away, but didn't due to courtesy. "Oh, Hi. I'm Lovina Vargas."

"That's a great name. Vargas. Italian, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ah. A pleasure to meet you. I met your sister earlier today. A real bubbly girl."

"Yeah. She has that effect." I said back, pulling my hand away from her fingers of ice. The annoying American stuck out his hand.

"Hey there, pretty lady. I'm Alfred F. Jones. The hero!" He said as I shook his hand. His hands were so warm… The two seemed to balance each other out.

"The fuck…" I mumbled. Who the hell was this 'pretty lady' business from him. Of course, It was an American.

A small whispering voice stilled from behind the duo, they turned around and found that the girl from earlier, Maddie was there, trying to get their attention. I wrapped my scarf tighter around me. Her violet looking eyes widened when she saw the tall American turn towards her. "A-Alfred?" She said, tilting her head to the side. I watched in amazement as the very large male had smiled and warmly engulfed the very small blonde in a hug. What amazed me more was how her white hat could just stay perfectly on her head without falling. She laughed a bit, hugging onto his arm. "It's been such a long time." I looked at Miss President, confused as ever.

She walked over to me, rubbing her hands together in white mittens. "Siblings. Separated, unfortunately. Well, at least they know each other. I never even got to know my own sisters and brothers." She said. I still continued to look back and forth between the conversing duo and the nonchalant Englishwoman next to me. She continued rubbing her hands, then noticed me again. "Huh? Oh, I met this American from my parents. They were everything about family, heritage, and children. Hm." She said, taking off one of her gloves, showing me a silver band with an emerald in the middle.

"You're already married?" I asked. Well, anyone would be shocked to see that a high school student has a ring on their finger just like that.

"No." She said, turning her face away. She muttered something that I couldn't quite catch. It came off as "Not yet." She shifted, trying to cover up what she said. "Prearranged by our parents. Just….just him and I." I stood there, aghast. Who would still continue the tradition that most women hated? Her dark colored green eyes looked out into the falling snow outside. "Weird, isn't it?" I looked at him, and then back to her. They were like polar opposites. How could they be somehow attracted to each other? "A-Anyways." She said, her face turning a weird shade. It was darker than a blush I had ever seen. Damn.

"A-Ah, No, I'm sorry," I said, putting my hands up. "I'm pushing a bit too much, sorry." I said, repeating it again, on instinct, in Italian. Instead, she turned to me with a hearty smile.

"No, no. I'm fine." She said.

I stared back in shock. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Vargas. I do hope that I'll be seeing you again soon." She said, walking over to the North Americans that were beckoning her over. She gave one last wave to me, and walked away with the two, secretly hand in hand.

"Huh." I said, idiotically, turning around and walking out the front door. The lamps along the front pathway marked the frosted crystals on the metal chairs and tables out there. I grumbled when a chilling wind blew straight through my hair. I lazily pulled my schedule out from my coat pocket. My ankles iced over, making me not want to move. But then again, I can't be a coward to this bitch of weather. I turned around, ramming right into another student. "Damnit," I said, stepping backwards and searching in the snow for my schedule. "How many times can I run into someone in a day…" My fingers numbed over. I cursed again, until someone with skin as equally white as the snow bent downwards and easily pulled out the almost damp piece of paper from a mound of snow about a foot away from where I was searching. She looked at me with kind, blue-ish eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking." She said a bit shyly. I hesitantly took my schedule from her hand and pulled her upwards.

"U-Uh. No, It's alright. I crashed into you. Sorry." I said, brushing the icy and very wet snow from my skirt and stockings. This girl had short hair, really really light blonde too. And she was about just as small as the Canadian girl was. Her skin was maybe as white as white could be. But there was still color hidden in it. She mumbled to herself in her light blue scarf. "Oh, Uh, Hi. I'm Lovina Vargas. I'm from Italy. Nice to meet you." I said, looking at her curiously.

She smiled, shaking my hand. "I've met a lot of interesting people today." Her lips were rosy, different than I had ever seen. It's not very usual to see people as pale as this while back home in Italy. Usually, It's always Miss tan, tall, And beautiful. She must be northern. "I'm Tyyne Vainamoinen. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Okay, So maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but this girl is white. Pale hair, Violet-ish blue eyes. The whole piece of the pie here. She shook hands with me, then tapped her chin.

"Hm. You're from….Oh wait! Let me guess!" She said excitedly at me when I tried to tell her. She bit the inside of her cheek. "Um. The Mediterranean?" She asked, raising an eyebrow cutely. Tyyne tilted her head, making the white hat on her head defy all aspects of gravity. I looked at it with wide eyes.

"Uh, Yeah. Italy." I mumbled, looking curiously at the hat. I probably looked like an idiot, so I turned my head and scratched my neck nervously. "U-Uh, And You're from somewhere up north, right?"

"I guess you can say that. Finland. I'm so used to the cold weather, It wasn't much of a surprise when I got here. By the way, I'm sorry for making you drop your paper. Sorry." She said cutely. Is she for real? She looks too…Innocent to be a high school student. I nodded to her and nervously laughed again.

"Don't worry. I'm just trying to find out where my classes are. No big deal. And we have two more days until this school starts. So, yeah. It was nice meeting you, Tyyne." I smiled sweetly. She chuckled a bit.

"Alright. I hope to see you around!" She said, waving and walking into the lobby. A wave of warmth from the opening doors mocked me. I shook my shoulders and continued down the covered stone path. Dear lord, where was my school map. I reached into my front pocket slowly, opening the piece of paper.

Lets see, Red days are in the Education part of the school. Which is on the new, marble path to my left. Snow drifted silently down. The lanterns lit up some of the shimmering path, making it easier for me to see. New metal arches started to appear, ones you see in fancy gardens, with limp vines and simple flowers. I made a small sound of astonishment as lamps were woven into the metal, creating a kind of path that one would think to only see in dreams. I looked over and over the marble path, speckled and slippery. Conversing couples and fumbling students passed me without saying a word. They were too caught up in the scenery, just as I had been. The arches provided a simple protection from the taunting snow. I shivered in my jacket and pulled the sleeves over my numb, pale fingers. The path turned left again. I watched clever, younger looking students run and slide on the marble. They laughed over and over again. Maybe I was hit with just a bit of jealousy at them, seeing how joyful people can really be.

After a three minute walk, I came across a very tall, maybe fifteen feet high. There was a black painted gate door, which I had taken to be the entrance to this part of campus. I shakily opened the door. My goal now was just to get my frozen ass into one of the classrooms so I could meet a teacher or two. As I stepped through, My jaw dropped and I looked around In awe.

To the left of the entrance, there was a winter wonderland. A frozen over forest mocked the pine trees with white toping, Showing a building with blue painted windows. The entire structure looked like it was made out of wood. The front steps to the doors of this building were lined with roots of trees. The path was still iced over, but black and white marble. It slowly faded off into that forest I had mentioned before, making it rather impossible to see what was beyond the trees. I took a step backwards and looked carefully at the trees. The branches were woven and twisted around each other, uneasily and like a hypnotic piece of nature. I narrowed my eyes. It said 'Bark'.

To the right was a small, maybe four foot wooden bridge, which curved over a very small, and iced over stream. The end of the bridge broke into a, what I think is, supposed to be a field. The windows of this building were drawn on with fine artwork. On the door, from the frame to the floor read 'Flora' in black calligraphy. I looked closer at the words and noticed that they were actually flowers drawn in black. Those drawing made the word. I gave a sigh of amusement. This place is fucking cool.

But wait.

Why am I here again? Did I audition or something?

Who did I audition for?

When did I audition?

My head throbbed. I leaned over again. Idontwantanotherfaintingspell. Idontwantanotherfaintingspell. Idontwantanotherfaintingspell. Idontwantanotherfaintingspell.

I. Don't. Want. Another. Fainting. Spell.

I breathed in heavily, looking hazily at the white, white snow that was sinking into my bones and freezing my skin. "I'm going to be fine." I told myself, clenching my hand around the end of my skirt. My knuckles turned white. My heart beat fast. I groaned, standing up straight.

I can't remember anything.

I blinked a few times, aimlessly at nothing. Maybe at the frozen fountain in the middle of this section of the school. I looked sadly at it. It reminded me of a weeping angel.

I don't believe in angels.

I waited around, watching hasty students rush around and constantly talk. It was all mindless chatter to my ears. I heard languages I had never heard before. Wait, I need to focus.

I can't remember anything.

I shivered unconsciously in my red jacket. The white ruffles underneath the red skirt tickled my knees. I took one step forward and breathed in. Then out. Let me rethink.

I am Lovina Vargas.

I was born in Rome.

My sister is Felicia. But her real name is Feliciana.

I…I don't know the name of my middle school. I don't know the street address that we had. I don't remember the name of the park that we used to escape to. I don't remember our master's name.

I do remember that bastard.

I don't remember the guys name that liked to play with Feli when she was a kid. I don't remember the color of the walls in my bedroom. I don't remember the name of our neighbor. I don't remember the name of the cat that master killed. I don't remember the name of the city we had to move to. I don't remember my parents' names. I don't even remember if we even had parents.

I don't remember anything.

My head ached and swirled. I felt weak. My heart was pulsing as fast as the sound of racing horses.

Someone laid a hand on my shoulder. I shivered.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, looking at me, puzzled.

I looked over at the guy. He was rather… Asian. I took a few breaths before answering in a raspy voice "I'm fine. I'm fine. Thank you. Just a little…cold. I'm not used to this weather. He had a super small lisp, and had thicker eyebrows, but not the thickest of them.

My heart stopped accelerating, pulling over and mildly driving at a good number of kilometers per hour. "Alright. Be careful then." He said, looking me over again, cautiously, before joining an Asian girl at the other side of the fountain. A sudden flood of people started to pass by.

Wait, Didn't I just see that person pass me? No, wait, they just turned left. No. They're to my right. What the hell?

I walked, stuttering and looking drunk, across the small bridge.

I opened the door and sat down on the closest chair that I could find.

I need to rethink this.

I need to remember.

I. need. To. Rethink. This.

So, You've endured this chapter. A rather long one. xD

Question: What do YOU think is happening?