An Estranged Gem (Highschool with Sonic and Pals) *On Hold...*

Chapter 3

OMG, I feel sososososososososo SOOOOO bad... >.< Writer's block, and homework, and this, and that... I'm SO sorry readers... Please, don't toss this aside, I'm still here. Please?

And thank you to everyone whose been reminding me and requesting me to get back here. X3 Thank you, but I can only dedicate this chapter to one kid, and it'll be my lovely friend, Sera, aka Pheephee. ;) Happy with Natasha, Phee?

Thanks guys,

Alue-lue Lemon. ;) (courtesy of Pheephee) 

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Alue Love's POV:

"Welcome to your second day of school!" An over enthusiastic student council member gives our morning announcements. "Keep an eye on your schedules, because today is Day 2. Today we have sign ups for cheer-leading, dance, soccer and volleyball. Try outs will be held as written on the sheets. See you guys there! And have an awesome day!!"

I roll my eyes and sarcastically mutter to myself. "Yes, fun times. I'll be there!"

"Too bad. I could see you and my sister causing headaches on the field." 

My ears perk up as Nate's ponder, directing it at me.

"Sister?" I look at him. "And since when were you in my art classes?"

He laughs. "Pay attention, Alue. And I have a sister, who is 10 months younger than me. Natasha Lyric."

"Nathan and Natasha?" I almost laugh.

"Yeah, our parents weren't very creative." He chuckles. "And you for family?"

I pause, kinda taken back for being asked. "My younger sis, Mariè and my over intellegent and annoying, but amazing brother, Eric."

"Older brother?" 

"Yup."

"How much time between you and your sister?"

"A few minutes."

"Ah." He narrows his eyes. "Why didn't you just say you were twins then?"

I shrug. "I dunno. Just didn't."

"Okay..." He laughs. "So what's your family up to then?"

"As in? Mare goes to Bio, and Eric's our guardian."

"That's exactly what I was asking." He smiles.

"Alright!" Our teacher claps her hands. "So, you guys are our musics." She smiles.

"So," A different teacher joins her. "You'll be doing guitar studies and dance. Cool?" 

The class applauds.

"Alright." He smiles. "I'm Mr. Trez. I'll be you guitar guide. And you all know Miss. Deetz, our dancer."

"YUP!" Someone calls from the very back, having most of the others laugh. 

"Good. Now, your chairs are numbered. Odds start here with me. Evens, outta here." Mr. Trez informs and instructs us.

I look at my chair. 21. Damn, Nathan's off then.

Nate looks at me. "You outta here then?

"No..." I take the taped paper with the number written on it off the chair and show him.

He does the same, having 19 in his hand.

"Well then..." I laugh.

"We've gone two odds, two evens. Just so you guys have some of your friends, alright?" Miss Deetz answers my wondering mind.