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A Long Way From Home
Chapter Two
I dumped my books down on a table in the second row and slid into a seat, glancing around to see if there were any unfamiliar faces. Nope. The same people as always surrounded me. The thing about attending a fairly small, private boarding school was that the faces didn't change much, and if they did change, it was a crapshoot if they were good or not.
I supressed a sigh and tried not to miss the normal high school that I had attended just a year ago. Reminiscing would only bring back memories, and while I needed many things, memories were not on that list.
Stop. I made my hands into tight fists, so tight that my fingernails dug into my palms. Enough. I focused my attention on rifling through my homework folder, searching for the math sheet that I'd attempted to work on last night.
The sound of clicking high heels broke through my thoughts. My head jerked up, and I hid the math worksheet guiltily, not wanting Ms. Hart to see how idiotic I was just yet. All thoughts of my failed mathematics flew out of my head, though, when I noticed that two teenagers were trailing behind my math teacher. One was a tall, willow-thin girl, with feathery blond hair that appeared almost white beneath the buzzing florescent lights. The boy was about a foot shorter than the girl, with wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. My heart fluttered at the sight of his striking appearance. I stared at them intently, not caring that I looked like a stalker.
Ms. Hart rapped a yardstick on her desk to get our attention, not that it was necessary. The entire class had quieted down the moment that the students had entered our classroom. The girl seemed to be uncomfortable with all the attention, but the striking boy looked as confident as he had when he had entered the classroom.
"These are our new students," explained Ms. Hart, as though it wasn't already completely obvious. "Lissa Herriman—" She gestured at the tall girl, who pulled her head into her shoulders like a turle— "and Carter Green." She pointed to the boy, who grinned, revealing perfect white teeth that looked even whiter against his tanned skin. (It was January! When did he get a tan?) "I hope that you'll treat them with utmost respect and welcome them to our classroom."
Liz's hand shot up. "Wait, didn't you say that there were three students coming?" Inwardly, I smirked and rolled my eyes. Only Liz would remember a teacher's precise words.
"Ah. Yes." Ms. Hart adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. "Xavier Abbott—he's going to be coming in a few moments. He had to wait for something." She paused. I'd never seen her this uncomfortable. "There is something that you all should really know about him. He's not—"
But what Xavier wasn't, we never got to know, because at that point, the door opened and a third student came in. A wave of surprise washed over the room.
Xavier Abbott was not what we had expected.
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January 8, 2013 4:42pm UTC

A Long Way From Home
Chapter One
I thrashed about in midair, feeling my heart pound. My screams caught in my throat as I windmilled my limbs around in the air. I stared desperately at the tiny patch of sky above me, the sky that I had been forced to give up when I fell through the pit.
Blackness surrounded me. I—
"You're seriously not up yet?"
I jerked awake, wheezing. My best friend was standing in front of my bed, fully clothed. One of the downsides to living at a boarding school was that your roommate—well, mine at least—often chose
to wake you up without any warning whatsoever. This did have many pluses, though, one of them being that she often drew me out of my unrelenting nightmares.
I brought my hand to my face and wiped the sleep out of my eyes, shaking away the final traces of a dream. The heat of my cheeks felt burningly hot to my clammy hand. "Yeah. What time is it?" I fumbled on the nightstand for my glasses and pushed them onto the bridge of my nose, squinting at the clock. "It's seven-thirty?!? How come you didn't wake me, Liz?"
"Sorry," she said, shrugging. "You know how hard it is to wake you up, Holly—you're like a rock." She brushed a few strands of honey-blond hair out of her eyes and watched me change into the school uniform. Ignoring the curses I kept muttering under my breath, she plopped herself onto my bed and went on. "We've got a new student coming today, you know," she commented casually.
My hairbrush, which I had been attempting to yank through my reddish curls, clattered to the ground. "Excuse me?"
Liz shrugged and grabbed her books from her nightstand. "You know. It's the start of a new term—we're doing to have new students pouring in. I think Miss Watterson said that we were going to have . . . what, three?" She dumped her books inside of her tan satchel and slung the bag over her shoulder. "Two guys, one girl. I don't know their names, though."
"Lovely," I muttered to myself. "We get these new students—these people that I can make a new impression on—and I manage to screw it up by looking like some sort of mental patient." I hazaphardly scrubbed my teeth and spit into the sink, taking one final glance in the mirror before grabbing my school notebooks and cramming them into my backpack.
"How's that different than normal?" said Liz cheerfully, turning the doorknob and leaving our room.
"Oh, ha ha," I said in a deadpan tone, joining her as she strolled down the hallway. We chatted as we headed to math class, and for the moment, I found my mind clear of nightmares or worries about my hair. Somewhere in my stomach, though, I felt a deep sense of foreboding.
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