Chapter 2

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(A/N: above is a picture of Cape Reanga pronounced re-an-gah the top of the north island in NZ)

Scott looks up as James and I walk in I didn't even recognise James 'jeez he's grown up' I thought Scott stares at me with wide eyes "I gotta give you idiots a tour of the school so put your big girl panties and come on" I say walking out of the office waiting for them to follow me.

James emerges first closely followed by Scott we walk down the hallway towards the cafeteria or Caf as we call it "so this is the caf" I say "the what? " James looks at me with a confused look on his face "the cafeteria but we call it the caf" I explain we move on and before I know it the tour finishes and we end up at the office.

"I'll leave you two so I can go back to class if you don't mind" I ask James nods once where as Scott has a staring competition with the floor "looks like Scott still the same ignorant ass" I mutter under my breath just loud enough so I know he heard me. Scott looks up at me his eyes are dancing flames of anger and something else I just can't pin point.

I go back to class and start messing around on the guitars and when I next look up at the clock its lunch time 'great...the war begins again' I think to myself I head into the caf and the whole room goes deadly silent... You could have heard a pin drop and then the whispers start "isn't that Peter's sister... Why is she here... Shouldn't she be with him in hospital"

My older brother Peter has had liver cancer for two years now as well as having a small tumor in his brain most of the time when I visit him he just stares into space as if he doesn't want to be there eather. I just plug my headphones in and listen to Black Veil Brides Goodbye Agony I get my tray, walk to a empty table, sit down and just pick at my food as if I'm not that hungry when in fact I'm starving

'Great just fucking great' I think to myself as I walk into math class as if god hates me there sitting in the seat next to mine is none other than Scott the asshole. I just take my seat and send him the coldest look I could manage. This class seems to be going extremly slow oh well at least I have art next

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