The Tomorrow People

Is That Your New Girlfriend?

I run downstairs, my feet slipping on the newly cleaned wooden floors. School. Great.

The past few days have been... weird... I feel like I fit in here but it's so different. I got over my jetlag which is nice, and I'm getting used to the climate and expressions they use here.

"Slow down speedy. What's the rush?" Dylan laughs as I bolt into the kitchen, almost falling on this slippery floors. "The rush is school." I reply, cringing a bit at the word 'school'. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll be there, you can hang out with me and my friends." he says. I take a breath, calming myself. "Alright." I say, walking up behind him and snagging the other half of his bagel from his plate, sitting down across from him before he can react.

"Hey! That was mine!" he complains. "Note the use of the word was. It's not anymore, sucker." I say, taking a bite. Mom walks into the kitchen. "Mom she stole my-" Dylan starts, but she stops him. "Sorry hon. I can't do this right now... I'm going to be late for work." she says, and then makes her way to the door. "But-" he starts again. She gives him a look that makes him back off.

I smirk. "I win!" I rub in. He sneers at me from across the table.

Not for long.

"What'd you say?" I look up, bewildered. He looks at me funny. "I didn't say anything..." he says. "Oh... sorry, I thought you did." I respond awkwardly. Weird... I think.

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"So what was life like before... do you remember your parents?" he asks. "No. But I remember a boy... I was about... oh I dunno... 2 maybe? And he was like... 5 or 6. I think he was my brother... they always put us in the same foster homes, and then one day, he was adopted by a man who didn't want me." I look down. Dylan puts an arm around me. "Sorry for asking." he says awkwardly. I laugh. "Nah, it's okay, don't be sorry. I doubt he even remembers me... if he's still alive. Want to know what the funny thing is? He was adopted by a man who lived just outside this city. Maybe I'll meet him." I say thoughtfully.

"Hey Dylan! Is that your new girlfriend?" a guy, our age from down the street yells. Dylan laughs. "No. This is Lyric, my new sister. Lyric, this is Logan." he introduces us.

Logan has black hair, and caramel coloured eyes, which is a weird combination, I suppose.

"Nice to meet you, Lyric. Cool name." Logan says when he catches up to us. "So dude, you going to try out for the football team again?" Logan asks Dylan. Dylan nods.

Football? I used to play football. Oh, wait... football is soccer, soccer is football. I keep forgetting it's switched in North America.

I tune out the rest of the conversation and look at my surroundings. Beautiful day.

Soon enough, we're at school. A big brown building that looks kind of... drab. "C'mon, it's better than it looks." Dylan whispers in my ear, and with that, drags me inside.

Inside has blue lockers, all metal. The walls are an off-white and the floor is white. Still kinda drab.

Logan disappears at some point in time and Dylan leads me somewhere... he won't say where.

Finally, we reach them. Our lockers. Side by side. Dylan passes me a lock and tells me the code and we arrange our lockers.

Then, we stand there talking. Suddenly, a guy and a girl show up. The guy has brown hair and brown eyes, good build too, and the girl has dark skin, brown-black curly hair, and dark brown eyes. "Hey Steven, hey Astrid. This is my sister, Lyric." Dylan says as they approach.

Stevens eyes trail to mine and he looks like he's concentrating. I feel a slight... heaviness on my mind... rushing memories. I push them to the back of my mind and away.

Odd.

"Nice to meet you, Lyric. I'm Astrid and this dimwit over here is my best friend Steven." Astrid holds out a hand to shake. I take it. "Nice to meet you too." I reply, smiling. "Oh, your british. Cool. Where from?" Astrid asks. "London." I reply. I turn my eyes over to Steven who seems... confused and a brief flash of curiosity flicks through my brain but then it's gone.

"Hey, Dylan? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Steven asks Dylan. "Sure. Astrid, could you take her to class?" Dylan asks. Astrid nods and shoots them an understanding look and links arms with me. "Come on! I'll show you around." Astrid drags me away.

When we're far enough away, I ask "What was that about?" She looks over at me. "They had a fight last year and Steven wants to apologize." she easily lies, and I can tell, but I let it pass. It's not my business anyway.

The bell rings and we reach class.

This is going to be a long day.