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"Promise me that you'll come back to me." I whispered, my hands clasping his tightly as my eyes held his. "Promise."

"I promise." Thomas whispered, letting his left hand, which wasnt clasped in mine, coming up and tracing my cheek slightly. "Elizabeth, I will come back to you. And we will be married, just like planned."

I bit my lip, then cast my eyes downward so he wouldnt see the tears that were getting ready to fall. I didnt fool him in the slightest. He gently placed his hand under my chin, making me look upwards. "I love you, Elizabeth.."

"I love you Thomas." I whispered, letting his hand drop from mine as he slowly walked away from me. I stared at him, taking in his tall, built form, his dark brown hair. I finally let the tears fall, praying that this wouldnt be the last time I saw him.

I sat up quickly, my dream still fresh in my mind. The emotions, just like every other time, were so real. I placed my hand on my cheek, feeling the dampness of the tears. This one was one of the saddest, usually they were happier.

"Ava? Get up, you'll be late to school!" My mothers voice came, floating down the hallway of our small, two bedroom home. I quickly brushed the tears off of my cheeks, trying to shake of the dream.

For years, I had been dreaming of these people, of Elizabeth and Thomas. I had no idea why, I didnt even know anyone with those names. And I was always...in them. I was always Elizabeth.

I pushed the thought from my mind, shaking my head and standing. Today was my first day in good old Joplin High School. My mother and I had moved here only two weeks ago, shortly after her third divorce. She had said that she "needed a change"- the same thing I had heard after she and my dad divorced, right after her and her second husband, Steven divorced. The last place we had lived was Illinois. Now, we somehow ended up in Missouri. Miss-our-I.

There was one high school in this town, one high school, two floors, and almost three thousand kids. I had gone to get my schedule only two weeks ago, and it shocked me. There was no windows, the walls were white. It kind of reminded me of a mental institution.

I stepped into the shower, letting last nights dream wash away. I dont know why they always hit me so hard. It wasnt like I dreamed of them every night. Usually, it was like once a month, maybe twice. But every time, there was some sort of different scene, it was always the same two people, but a different scene.

"Avalon Marie Malone! Get out of the shower, you're going to be late!" My mother yelled, pounding on the door.

I let out a deep sigh, slowly turning the handle on the wall. Avalon. Who names their child Avalon? My mother, thats who. I mean, I like the King Arthur legends as much as the next girl, but naming your child after a mythical land is something else.

I placed a long towel around my body, stepping out of the shower and over to the mirror. I ran a brush through my highlighted blond hair, then ran my hands through it so it stayed out of my face. I quickly pulled on my clothes, a pair of dark was jeans and a black shirt. I quickly lined my emerald green eyes with black charcoal, then walked out of the bathroom. "Ready."

My mother looked up, meeting her green eyes with my own. She sighed, shaking her head as she took in my appearance. "Really, Ava. Cant you at least try to care about your appearance? I mean, your hair is still wet, for gods sake! Dont you care that its your first day at a new school and you need to make a good impression-"

"I'll see you around three." I said loudly, grabbing a pop tart and making sure to slam the door behind me. We went through the same rutine every morning. You'd think she'd learn by now that I really wasnt interested in the whole "caring about my appearance" thing.

Dont get me wrong, I'm not ugly. I mean, I'm not the prettiest girl in the word, but I find myself at least somewhat attractive. I just dont understand why people waste hours on their appearance every single morning. What was even the point?

I climbed into my black Nissan and drove the short distance from my home to the place I would be spending the next nine months. I pulled out the parking pass and placed it on my mirror. They make you pay for a freaking parking pass at a high school. I really dont understand this place.

I made my way through the crowded halls, rolling my eyes when I saw some of the teachers ducking into classrooms to escape the many students. I glanced down at my schedule, wondering where my first class was. American Government, room B112. Quickly, I glanced up at the sign above the hallway. D Hall. Where the hell is B Hall again? I slowly made my way down the hallway, completely confused about where I was going. I paused momentarily when I saw a big open space with benches, where kids were crowded in , obviously trying to get through the massive chaos.

"Are you new?" I heard a voice ask, making me jump. I turned quickly, seeing a small girl, probably only about 5'1", staring at me with a small smile on her face. Despite her size, I could tell she was older than she looked.

I nodded slowly, a slight frown on my face. "Yeah."

"I knew it!" She said, laughing lightly as she grabbed my arm gently and pulled me down another hallway. "You're obviously not a freshman." She told me, smiling, "But any upperclassman would know to just go down CC hall and go around instead of trying to get through the student lounge."

I smiled at her slightly. The student lounge must be that huge room packed full of annoying teenagers. "I'm Ashley Trenton." She told me, still smiling brightly.

"Ava Malone." I said, introducing myself quickly.

"Nice to meet you Ava. So, where are you going?" She asked me quickly, reaching out to grab my schedule. I laughed, letting her take it.

"Oh! You're in my class! Thats great." She handed me back the schedule, walking quickly down the hallway. "I'm so glad we have Mr. Johnston. He is so funny, so nice"

She continued to talk, and I kind of tuned her out. Truthfully, I was kind of amazed by this. Usually, it took me weeks to find people to talk to when I moved to a new school. But here, it had taken a total of ten minutes. Ashley continued talking as she pulled me into an open classroom. "So do you like to sit in the front of the class, the middle, or back?"

I shook my head. "It doesnt matter."

"Well, I like to sit in the middle." She took hold of my arm once again, leading me to a seat and quickly sliding in. I slid beside her, placing my book bag on the floor. "So, Ava, where are you from?"

"Illinois."

"Really?" She asked, excited. "That must have been so much fun! How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks." I answered promptly, trying to ignore the stab of annoyance I felt. It wasnt Ashley's fault that I had been asked this question hundreds of times, and always with a different answer.

"Well, just a warning, there is absolutely nothing to do in this town." Ashley warned me, a frown on her face for the first time since I met her. "We have to make our own fun."

I let my eyebrows go up. "Really?"

She shrugged. "If you dont have any money, youre pretty much screwed."

Slowly, teenagers started to fill up the room, most of them looking like they had just been told they had a week to live. Summer vacation was officially over.

There was a loud, bell like laugh that erupted from the doorway, and I turned my head quickly toward the sound. There was a girl there, about the same height as me, with long, dark hair, and huge brown eyes. She was cute, with sort of a sweet look about her. But the smile on her face instantly made her eyes light up. She was leaning against the doorframe, talking to a boy about 5'10" with short, light brown hair, and sparkling hazel eyes. He had a small smile on his face as he regarded the girl in front of him.

"Thats Lora." Ashley said softly, following my gaze. "My best friend. The guy she's talking to is Jason. He's been her crush since like, the third grade or something. He's a really nice guy, and personally, I think he likes her too, but he's just so shy. The guy barely says anything."

Lora and Jason continued to speak for a moment, both walking further into the classroom. Then Lora smiled at him one last time before walking toward us, beaming. "Hey, Lora. This is Ava. She just moved here." Ashley said quickly, that huge smile on her face once again.

"Hey!" Lora said brightly, sliding into the seat in front of Ashley. Jason had made his way a few rows over, sliding into his own seat with his head down.

"Why didnt you ask him to sit with us?" Ashley hissed, motioning to the boy.

Lora blushed brightly, her own eyes glancing across the room. "Damon is in this class."

Understanding touched Ashley's features. Lora nodded, glancing longingly at the boy once again. "Who's Damon?" I questioned softly.

Ashley laughed, though I saw her eyes shoot nervously toward the door. "Damon is like, the- well, he's kind of like the bad boy of the school, except he's not. He's actually really nice, once you get past the attitude and the smoking and stuff. But there's just something about him that makes peoplenervous."

"He's Jason's best friend." Lora said softly, her eyes also looking at the door. "And the reason he makes people nervous is because of the energy surrounding him."

I blinked in surprise, but Ashley just rolled her eyes at her friends back. "Lora totally believes in all that witch stuff. Tarot cards, aura's, past lives, stuff like that."

Lora turned instantly, a glare on her face. "I do believe it, because its true! Just wait, one day, you'll know I'm right."

I saw Jason glance at us from the corner of his eye, a smile on his face. Ashley, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes yet again.

About two seconds before the final bell rang, a tall boy strode into the room. He was about 6'2", with dark, almost black hair, a little longish so it hung into his eyes. You can tell it wasnt the, work-an-hour-to-make-it-look-messy type, it was the I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-dont-give-a-damn type. He was wearing dark jeans, and a form fitting black t-shirt. I saw him make his way toward Jason, who had sat up.

But his good looks weren't what made my breath hitch. No, what happened next changed everything for me. He was making his way town the aisle, when he suddenly looked at me, holding my eyes. His own eyes were dark, a dark blue that looked almost violet. He froze, I felt like my heart had stopped beating. There was only one thing running through my head. One word. A name.

Thomas.

We were both frozen for what seemed like hours, neither of us able to break thewhatever it was between us. Finally, I heard someone let out something that sounded like a cough, then a giggle. I tore my gaze away, shaken.

Then Ashley leaned over and spoke directly in my ear. "That is Damon."