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Chapter 3

I get to go to London because the climate is fairly similar and my grades can keep up so I was sent to a decent public school there.

A middle school so that I have experience for high school. Or secondary school as they say it. My family is a dad named Brett and a mother Annie with a 12 year old son Martin.

He's my brother... I'm 13 so it makes this pretty awkward. :P

It was decided that I would attend Sacred Heart School. It was a decently wealthy school in a safe area. Brett would drive me today, I sigh as I wake up to silence missing my brothers usual fights in the morning.

Remembering them I sink into my covers crying and reliving the memories of the times when we would fight for that seat on the couch, or which ring pop flavor was the best.

The tears stain my face and I pull myself together, Serenity you are now Amy and you're going to live a great life and do your family proud. The uneasy gut feeling was eating my stomach as I try to eat the pancakes Annie made for me. I should at least try to live happily since they had to go through a lot to have me here too.

I smile the sweetest smile I could fake and said thank you then Brett decided it was time for Martin and I to go to school.

We have to look out for each other but that's really hard because I know nothing about him except that he hates me for ruining his life and he shuts himself in his room playing black ops all day since he hates me so much.

He's a pretty scrawny kid with dark floppy brown hair and pale blue eyes. He's really skinny and a head shorter than me and I'm 5'3" he's those typical wallflowers you see in those chick flicks.

Me on the other hand, I had to change my hair color because of the secret identity thing. I used to have wavy night black hair but now it's brown with streaks of black and it's straight.

I hate straight hair, I had dark brown eyes and glasses, which I had to change and get contacts sigh, my straight bangs are gone and are replaced by side ones... At least my clothes are my taste appropriate. Damn FBI stylists...

When we finally arrive Brett stops the bus and encourages us to have a great day. Did I mention encourage? When I see all the students they seemed normal. No one stood out and everyone blended in, no make up allowed in school so all the girls looked not as pretty as my old school.

And the boys seem fragile. Martin and I walk to the front bureau to ask for our schedule and oh joy I had Science first. Screw my life. I try to find where it is and when I finally found it, the damn room was upstairs great.

My teacher's going to adore me! I knock on the door and my teacher sees me through the class and she exclaims to everyone that we had a new student! She motions me to come in and it was pretty awkward.

Mrs. Balkwill nudged her head for me to introduce myself, I say, "Hey, my name's Ser- I mean Amy." The class all stood up to crowd me, I guess they liked my Canadian accent?

They all crowded me except one boy, he sat at the far end of the classroom with his curly brown hair bobbing to the music of his beats. He looks up for one moment and that moment was all I needed to convince myself that he had the same color eyes as that terrorist that killed my classmates.

The same hard light blue eyes when he sees me staring he smirks and looks back down to his lap. At that moment my blood boiled with revenge.