I'm back! So before you start reading and think it's terrible writing... Which that's an opinion... Anyway, my editor (AdoniaAlma) is unavailable for a while. :( And I didn't want to keep you waiting sooooo I decided to be nice and prolong your suffering ;) So please, don't hate me for my not-so-detailed-writing, and I'm sorry for any errors you find. So enjoy, please leave a review and hopefully AdoniaAlma will be back for the next chapter. ;) Also check out Filía: Life Before Shiz if you want to know what really happened before she, you know, went to Shiz University :)

-Next Day: Library-

I opened my third book of an autobiography on Glinda, my (lying) foster mother. Hoping to get my mind off of what happened last night, of… Zedekiah. Even though he thought I was Ness, I'm strangely okay with that… To a point that is.

"How do you find the time to do your homework and read all of this?" It was Arron, helping himself to a seat.

"I read a lot when I was little." I said not looking up from my book.

"Besides liking to read and keep to yourself," He forced the book closed and laid it on the table, "What else should I know about you?"

"There's nothing much to tell." I said almost annoyed.

"I find that hard to believe, but we'll save that conversation for another time then." He smiled, "I'm sorry that I missed you at the ball last night."

"Yeah, I spilt my drink all over my dress and it wasn't coming out." I said thinking about Zedekiah.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure you looked beautiful."

I started to blush, again, but not because of Arron, but because of Zedekiah and was said… Stop kidding yourself! He was talking about your sister.

"I find that hard to believe." I said starting to pack my things.

"What are you talking about?"

"My sister is talk about and noticed the most. I doubt anyone ever recognized me last night." I walked away.

-My Room-

I walked into the room, finding a note on my nightstand. It was from Nessa.

Filía,

I went out with a friend. I'll be back before ten-ish.

Nessarose

"Now to get this reading done." I said falling onto my bed. I manage to levitate my book out of my bag and over to me only for it to smack me in the face, the pain ran to my brain, "What an amateur mistake." I started to rub my face, "Great Oz that hurt." I think I gave myself a headache with a book, there's a first for everything right?

"Filía we need to talk." I heard as the door creaked open.

"I can't even read a page." I sat up, "Seriously, who gave you a key?" I asked as the door shut.

"I thought we agreed that you wouldn't be so opinionated." Glinda said.

"I didn't agree to anything. You talked while I listened, and I'm done listening."

"Your opinions are going to get you into trouble!" She said sternly.

"What are you going to do? Ground me!? Like you always did, whether it was my fault or not, the whole reason I came here was to get away from you, to make friends of my own, to have MY OWN LIFE!" I yelled.

"How's that working out for you?"

"Because of you, keeping me trapped in that house, I have nothing. Because of you, Nessa has everything."

"Filía I did it to protect you."

"No, we aren't doing this again. If you aren't going to tell me anything besides that fact that you lied to protect me, leave. And don't ever walk through that door again."

"Filía-"

"You have ruined my life by protecting me from something you won't even talk to me about!" I was standing up and away from my bed. She just stood there, looking guilty. "You protected me by taking my life away." I said more calmly, "The only reason you should walk through that door is to talk to me and explain to me what you're supposedly protecting me from. But until then, leave. Me. Alone."

That's when Nessa walked into the room. Ever since last night, she hasn't talked all that much, but what she did surprised even me.

"Would you just leave her alone? All you do is fight with her. That's all you guys ever do anymore." For once I agree with her, "She's an adult Mom; let her do what she wants." Nessa said.

Glinda did what Glinda did best. She was quiet and then she left. Typical Glinda always leaving it at the worst and never trying to fix it. I laid back on my bed levitating my book from the ground into my hand. I only opened the book slightly before Nessa opened her mouth. I just want to read, is that too much to ask? I thought.

"What was that all about anyway?" She asked sitting on her bed. I stood up, putting my book in my bag and slinging it over my shoulder, "Where are you going?"

"To find a place to read." I said walking out the door.

Finally, I can read. Just me and my book, and nobody else. That is, until someone tripped, into the bench, in which I was sitting on.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I said under my breath.

"I am so sorry... Wait... You're- You're Filía."

"Yes. Famously known in Yackle and Slye's class. Now go away." I said practically pushed the boy away from me and opening my book back up.

"Isaias Quillam." He held out his hand.

"Good for you." I didn't look up from my book, "Go away."

"Right. Sorry." He just left.

"That's one way to treat a transfer." Liir said sitting next to me, "What happened to you? What guy do I need to beat up?" I simply grinned, closing my book once more, "I have to say, it's a talent. But seriously, what's up?" He asked. He such a good "brother."

"Life and I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I'm here if you need me. But I do have to leave you; I have to keep an eye on my roommate and I'm meeting a few people for lunch in a few minutes. It looks like you were trying to read anyway."

"Thanks." I said watching Liir walk away, "I was, but I have a feeling that's not going to happen today." I talked to myself, setting the book on the bench.

"There you are!" I heard Nessa yelled in excitement from across the street.

"There it is." I mumbled, "What Ness?"

"Come here, I have to show you something." She waved her arm over.

I picked my book up and walked over, then she grabbed my arm and dragged me to a dress shop. Will someone kill me know? I'm surprise I'm still alive. I thought. We came to a halt at the front desk. Nessa ask the cashier for something; no, a dress, which wasn't pink but a dark purple, a simple, dark purple, short, strapless dress.

"I'm not buying you another dress. Last time I did that, I was struck by lightning."

"It's not for me. It's for you." She said grabbing onto my arm.

"And when am I going to wear it? And why didn't you get me this for the ball? Don't answer that." I said knowing the answer she would have given.

"I always find something for you to do and to wear. I'll make sure of that." Nessa said handing the cashier some bills and a piece of paper, "Send it to this address."

"What are you doing?" I said rubbing my temples.

"Hungry?" she asked ignoring my question, "My treat."

"No; what's wrong with you? Don't you have a group of girlfriends to gossip with or something?"

"I miss you." She said clinging to my arm as we walked out of the store.

"We've lived with each other our entire life. We're roommates even, how do you miss me?"

"Are you hungry or not?" She whined.

"Fine, let's go get some food." I smiled.

"Good! I also invited Arron and Liir to join us."

"Of course you did. What was I thinking. You are perfectly fine." I smiled shaking my head, "When are you going to stop?"

"Finding you a date? Until you're married, but for now, you have to live with me."

I rolled my eyes. If only you knew Ness… If only you knew the guy I was thinking of. You would probably die.

"I don't know how I survived living with you." I said as she drug me across town... Well, we never left campus...

When made our way to the café, we found the guys and made memories. Nessa was doing her usual thing, she flirted with Liir. He is in for a ride, that's for sure. I somehow found my way into reading my book. Not that I didn't want to talk to Arron it's just… After what happened this morning, it's hard to move on from that. But he did manage to get my attention, after Liir and Nessa walked away. He took my book. It was… Hard not to hurt him for that.

"So, Miss Bookworm, want to go take a walk?" Arron stood up from his chair, holding out his hand, "I'll walk you back to you room?"

"That depends; will I get my book back?"

"As long as you can carry a conversation."

I smiled, taking his hand. We were more than half way to the dorm when he asked, "What else should I know about you?"

"Where to start?"

"The beginning is always a good place."

"Um- I'm actually adopted. I don't exactly know who my parents are; didn't really care to find out." I kinda lied, "Spent most of my years locked in my room reading a book, doing school work, practicing magic."

"Seriously? I'm sorry but you're sister seems to have a more exciting life." He smiled.

"Don't be. She's a little social bug; I on the other hand prefer my excitement through pages."

"Favorite genre? And please don't say history."

"Close, historical fiction's my favorite."

He chuckled, "You're one of a kind."

"No... I'm not." I stumbled through my words.

"Prove it." He said as we stopped in front of the girls' dorms.

"I would but that's too much energy that could be used for something else." I said grabbing my book that was under his arm.

"Fine, another time then." He took my hand and kissed it, "I'll see you around."

"See you around." I smiled walking inside.