La Push High School wasn't that far of a drive. Reed had moved the trailer out by the barn on Sunday after he took out majority of the boxes—which were either in the living room or along the hallway upstairs. He still needed to bring out the slightly more heavier boxes at some point, including his motorbike. He said he might be able to find scrap parts in town, or he might tag along with Silas to visit Billy to see if they had any spare parts. Silas had mentioned that Jacob was into the whole 'restoring and refurbishing old vehicles' thing, so there was that. Callas recommended that it could be something he and Jacob do together, considering Reed didn't have all the tools he needed as he left them at the old house.

While driving, Reed noticed the flight jacket in Callas's hand, but didn't mention anything about it, he thought that they had left it back at the old house with some of their father's other old possessions that they didn't take with them. Although it was a difficult thing to do, leaving old memories of their father back at the old house for the new people to possibly sell or get rid of, it meant that they got a fresh start. Besides, neither of them thought that they really needed a singing mounted fish. Whatever the reason their father claimed to have behind the purchase of the fish was still unknown to them.

He looked over to Callas, who was already reading a new book that Anya had left out for her and smiled to himself. He was glad that he didn't have to deal with a younger sibling who was freaking out about going to a new high school. A place where nothing happened apart from having to endure a couple of P.E. lessons every week. He knew Callas to be, in some measure, a social butterfly. So, she was bound to make at least one friend by the end of the day, that was, if she looked up from her book at least once. Reed wanted to tell her that she could easily read it during a free, but he knew she would just read it anyway out of spite.

Reed pulled up to the parking lot of the high school and turned to look at Callas, he rolled his eyes when he noticed that she wasn't aware of her surroundings, still engrossed in her book. Luckily, he parked up, rather than taking up space in the unloading bay, even though the high school was fairly small. Which wasn't a surprise given the fact that not many people went to the school unless they lived on the Reservation or very close by. He rubbed his face with a groan before he took the book from her, bookmarking the page, and shoved it in her bag. He looked at her, her hands were still in the position they were when she was reading it.

"I wasn't done, Reed," she spoke dryly.

"Well, we're here. So, for now, you are, until you get inside and get your schedule and map, if they really think you'll need one. I mean, this place isn't that big. Forks High School was bigger, and even that was small."

He looked towards the building with squinted eyes, he never remembered it being so small all those times they drove past it when they lived in La Push before. Although, when he really thought about it, he was smaller back then, so it shouldn't have come to a surprise to him to see the high school the size that it was. He looked back over to Callas, she was putting the flight jacket on as it was raining slightly outside. She checked her bag, making sure she had everything before looking back up to Reed with a smile.

Callas placed her hand on the door handle before glancing back at him. "I'll see you later." Reed nodded at her, watching her step out of the Jeep.

"Remember that Gramps is picking you up," he called out to her just before the door slammed shut.

He watched her walk around the front of the Jeep, towards the main entrance, she looked over to him one last time with a wave before disappearing through the front door. Reed breathed out, at least now he knew that she had got inside without tripping over or taking her book back out to read. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the highway that would take him to Forks. He was only around twenty minutes away from Callas's school when he was in Forks, so it wasn't like he was very far away if Callas needed him for anything.

Callas walked into the corridor through the front door, the laminated floors reflected the lights from the ceiling, it was blinding. It was extremely bright compared to outside. Callas looked at one of the signs hanging down from the ceiling, pointing her to where the front office would be. She mumbled to herself as she walked through the small crowds of people before pushing the doors open to the reception area of the front office. It was a small room with a dark grey carpet and dark blue walls, which made it look even smaller.

"Hello, Dear!" The woman at the reception desk smiled. Callas looked over to her. "You must be Miss Callas Quinn, right?" Callas nodded at her. "Okay, I'll just go get your timetable, it won't take a minute."

The woman's cheery attitude didn't match the room at all. The doors to the reception were glass, in the middle of the wall, with the dark wooden varnished desk to the right-hand side, so at least some light was getting into the room. There was a door in the top right hand corner, just off to the side from the desk, where the woman had gone in. It was probably where they kept the files and printers for the office. On the wall, in front of the main door, there were two doors. One just by the door the woman had entered through, with a sign saying 'Medical Room' in white block letters. Callas was bound to end up in there at some point, she knew it. The lights were a dim and dark colour, the light bulbs probably needed to be changed.

"I seem to have misplaced it, I will just print out another one for you, why don't you take a seat." Callas nodded to the woman.

The other door had a sign with 'Head Master' in the same white block letters with a tall plant pot in the corner of the room, another room she would most likely end up in at some point as well. On the left-hand side of the reception there were chairs and a small low table with magazines. Letting her bag drop off her shoulders, she moved over to sit down on the uncomfortable blue chair, with her bag on the chair beside her. She looked down to the magazines on the table, they were clearly outdated and fading in colour. She wasn't surprised, she doubted anyone actually read them while waiting, they were more for show. Her eyes were heavy, she was ready to fall asleep, her own lack of sleep was catching up to her, just like Reed.

"Ah, here we are." Callas looked up, the woman was now behind the desk smiling to herself. Callas walked over, her bag slung back over her shoulder. "Do you think you'll be able to find your classes? We don't really have a map of the school as it's quite small, your locker number is on the timetable as well." She handed the timetable over to Callas.

"Thanks. I can try." She shrugged.

"Okay, and here's a form you'll need to have your teachers sign. You'll need to bring it back at the end of the day." Callas nodded at her, looking at her timetable before her attention was caught by the sound of a boy.

"I can help you find the classes, if you'd like?" He had medium length blond hair that was pushed up at the front slightly, almost like a quiff and dark eyes that looked virtually black from where he was standing. He wore mainly all black with a leather jacket.

     "Uh, sure." Callas shrugged again, not really caring that much. He walked over to her, looking down at her timetable.

"Looks like you have History with me, I can easily show you where that is." He grinned at her.

She offered a small smile back before he walked back around behind the desk and into the room with the files, he walked back out with his bag over his shoulder. He opened the reception door for her, letting her walk out before he followed behind, fixing the straps of his backpack before guiding her through the corridors. Callas looked at the walls of the corridor, some had corkboards with flyers and important notices, while others had projects from some of the students hanging up. There were lockers on each side of the corridors as well, some breaking off to an indent where the classroom door was.

The boy looked back at her and smiled, which she awkwardly returned once more, before he walked to one of the doors, the teachers name was on a small plaque just underneath the glass window. He opened the door and walked in. Callas walked in at a largo pace behind him, the teacher looked away from the board and over to her. She held up the note, not saying much else as he took it from her, and signed it before handing it back to her. Nearly every seat was full, apart from the back seat which was next to the strange boy from the office. At least she wasn't next to a total stranger.

Although she didn't know his name, she would try and make an effort to 'befriend' him, or just become acquaintances with him, she wasn't really looking for friends. She let out a sigh before she walked over to the desk, the boy smiled at her as she sat down. She placed her bag on the floor, taking out a notepad and pen. She took off the flight jacket and placed it over the back of the chair. Looking forwards, Callas sat waiting for the teacher to begin the class. She could feel the strange boy's eyes burning into the side of her head, but she tried to resist looking at him, not really wanting to talk.

"Have you been here in La Push before?" He inquired, forcing Callas to respond so she didn't seem rude on her first day.

"For the first six years of my life." She shrugged, tapping her pen against her notepad as everyone else in the class was chatting amongst themselves.

"I've only recently joined as well, I started here last year, about the same time you did. My parents divorced and I moved with my Dad."

If Callas was going to be honest, brutally honest, she didn't want to know his entire backstory. She didn't really want to know his story at all. But some part of her mind, deep down in the hidden crevasses, she knew that she was going to be stuck with him like a leech attached to her skin, a sloth clinging to a tree, or barnacles sticking to the underbelly of a whale. She turned her head to look at him, noticing his dark blue eyes were not, in fact, black at all. That new realisation slightly calmed her down, at least he didn't have black eyes like she thought, there was no more thinking he was a demon now.

"Do you remember much?" He asked quietly as the teacher turned back to the class, finally finished writing things down.

"The ocean stole my bear." He looked like he wanted to ask her what that meant but the teacher, which the timetable noted that he was called Mr Hanson, had cleared his throat and opened his mouth to begin talking.

Callas quickly took down notes while the boy continued to watch her. Maybe he'd ask for her notes after class or something. Mr Hanson wasn't strict like she thought he was going to be, he kept pulling jokes and History puns every now and again. The boy turned to look away and began writing. Which lifted a weight off Callas' shoulders as she breathed out quietly. Mr Hanson mentioned something about a History project that was going to be due in two weeks' time, he gave the option to work in groups of three, pairs or individually. Something told Callas that this wasn't going to be the only time she was going to see the strange boy, he was more than likely going to ask to work together.