Part one:

Introduction

Have you ever wanted to be something more then what you really are? Something stronger, better, more useful to the world? Well I have. I have spent my entire life wishing to escape this small town and be… I don't know what. But something, something more then a farm girl that nobody knows.

I live on a farm in a small town called Lively just outside Sudbury. My life isn't exactly going anywhere. That is why I want to do something in this world. I want to help people, be someone more then, well, me. I want to travel, and take an airplane across the ocean. I dreamed every night of visiting all those big countries that all my friends have been to, all the beautiful cities.

I just didn't know my life would take such a big turn so quickly. I wasn't expecting the "incident" to happen. That day changed my whole life…

April 27th, 1998. Lively District Secondary School (Before the incident)

Something hit me in the side of the head knocking my out of my day dream. I looked around. My best friend Amber waved to me, from two desks over, and mouthed, "Open the note" as she pretended to unfold a paper.

I gave her a quick nod then leaned down to pick up the crumpled up paper ball on the ground beside my desk. Carefully, I unfolded it, keeping my eyes on the teacher in case she turned around. Mrs. Taylor hated note passing. I looked down at the note. In Amber's cursive writing it said:

New guy today. It's almost the end of the day, wonder if he'll show up…or if he's hot.
- A.

I smiled and looked back at Amber who winked at me.

"Is there a problem miss Anderson?" I spun around quickly in my chair.

"N-no Mrs. Taylor" I answered. I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

I heard a couple kids snicker quietly. I sunk lower in my chair. I hadn't meant to draw attention. Mrs. Taylor nodded then looked around the room. Her hard brown eyes not skipping a single kid in the class.

Mrs. Taylor was a pretty teacher, with brown eyes and golden brown hair, she was thin and tall and always dressed nice. And she was probably the nicest teacher in the whole school. But no one got on her bad side because that's when things got ugly. And she just so happened to teach my favourite subject, History.

"I'm sure that everyone will be pleased to know that Wednesday we will be taking a trip to the west parry sound museum," she said.

The whole class groaned. But I sat up in my chair. A field trip, finally, something to get us out of school. I haven't gone to the West parry sound museum at all. My grandparents always said it was too far away.

"I think," someone said from the doorway, "a trip to a museum is a great idea." Everyone turned their heads to see who it was.
"Museums are a good chance to teach us more about our town and countries history." The guy walked over to the front of the class and smiled.

"And I like history" he said to Mrs. Taylor. She looked slightly baffled but fixed her composure.

"Class" she said to get our attention, "This is Cameron Martinez, a new student here at the school. He just transferred here from his school in Alaska."

Like no one knew that already. But he was different. Smiling bravely, he bowed in front of the class as the teacher introduced his name. His eyes met mine for a split second and that was enough to send a cold shiver down my spine. I don't know what it was, but there was just something cold and dark about him, about the way he looked at me.

Cameron was tall, not overly tall but average tall. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, with some weird design on it, and even blacker pants with a chain on the side. His hair was shockingly white and his eyes were just as shocking. They were big piercing aqua blue orbs taking in everything and everyone in the room. They had a slight metallic hint to them. It almost seemed impossible to have eyes so blue, so deep, so unique. Everything about him was just stunning. From his eyes, to his hair, to his extremely good looks. And let me tell you, boy, did he look good. He stood there in front of the class, with a crooked grin, like a god. Everyone just seemed hypnotized by him.

Another piece of paper hit me in the head and I looked over and glared at Amber who smiled sheepishly and waved at me. I picked up the second note and read it.

Am I aloud to call dibs? Or does it just seem impossible that he'll even hang out with us?
- A.

I shook my head and folded the note, slipping it into my bag with the other one.
I looked back at Cameron. He was talking to the teacher. His eyes scanned the room again, stopping on me. My breath got caught in my throat. Why was there something about him? Something that wasn't normal. HE wasn't normal. I could feel it. There was something odd about him, something…unsettling.

"So, what did you think?" Amber asked as she slammed my locker door in my face. I just barely had time to pull my arm out of the way.

I turned to her. "About what?" She rolled her eyes at me.

"About the new guy. Cameron what's his name."

I shook my head and turned back to my locker and opened it again, pulling out the books I hadn't gotten a chance to grab before I had my locker slammed closed on me. This was a daily routine for us. The first time Amber had done that was at the beginning of the school year and it had been by accident, and she had closed it on my fingers. Of course, we both thought it had been hilarious being us.

"That's sad," I said, "You don't even know his name." I joked.

She closed my locker again, this time after I took everything out of it that I needed to.

"It's Martinez, by the way. Cameron Martinez" I said as we started walking. And I wondered how much of a stalker it made me sound.

"Okay" she mocked me.

"Well sorry, I was too busy drooling over how majorly hot he is." I couldn't help the smile form on my lips.
"He is a little hot."

"A little!? Are you joking? More like a lot, he's smoking!" She spread her arms out as she said it, almost hitting someone passing walking by.

"I know you're not all that into guys and all, Kota, but did you see the way he was looking at you?" I tightened my grip on my bag over my shoulder.

Of course I had noticed, I had been staring back. And, no, not only because he was good looking, but because I was trying to figure out what the others couldn't, what he was.

"I mean, he looked like a shark and you were his prey" she said stepping in front of me, making me stop, her hands curled into fake claws in my face.

What she said seemed to click something on in my brain. I laughed anyways and pushed her hands out of my face gently.

"First off, sharks don't have claws." She looked at her hands then back at me.

"Oh, shut up" she said.

I continued, "Second, yeah I'll admit he's hot, but there's just something about him, something off. No human being is that gorgeous." I paused for a second thinking of what I had just said.

"Let me re-phrase that" I said. "I mean guys like this don't just come out of nowhere, especially not to small towns like this. I'm telling you, something is up."

Amber seemed to consider what I had said. I stepped around her and started down the hall again, wanting to just get home now. I thought back to class.

The bell had rung just after Mrs. Taylor had placed him seats. There had been two empty desks left: one all the way across the room away from me, and the other to my right. And the teacher just had to put him beside me. I remembered all the glares I had gotten form most of the other girls in the class, and had sunk in my chair again and let my hair fall over my face. And just then the bell ending the class and the day started buzzing. And the first thing that came to my mind was "save by the bell." And I had grabbed my bag, and my books, dropped the notes in the recycling bin then headed for my locker as fast as possible.

Amber jogged to catch up with me. "You read too many books Kota. You can't always relate them to the real world," she said.

I opened my mouth and was about to argue with her that I didn't read too much and that I wasn't relating real life to books, but I didn't have time.

"Dakota Anderson, so that's your name." Speak of the devil and they shall appear, I thought.

Cameron, looking as amazing as ever, stepped right in front of our way. I looked around him, the door was right there. His eyes stayed on me for just a second before switching to Amber.

"And Amber Johnson" he said taking her hand and kissing it. She blushed and smiled.

"Wow, you know our names and we know yours. Okay, bye" I said taking Ambers arm and starting to pull her to the door but Cameron stepped in our way again.

"Need a ride home?" he asked.

His voice was so soft and cool, like each word just wrapped around you. Something I could listen to for hours. But I refused to fall for it.
I shook my head, "no thanks."

I stepped around Cameron and he just stood there, not moving.

"Bye" Amber said as we stepped past him.

"Dakota wait," he said. I froze and looked back at him. He was going to say something then closed his mouth.

"Never mind" he said instead and started walking in the other direction.

"Dakota let's go" Amber called to me from the door. She was holding it open and I could feel the cool spring air. When I looked back where Cameron had been, or should have been, the direction he had been walking, he wasn't there. Almost as if, he had disappeared…

Note: Okay so this is only a side project I'm working on. Don't expect to see many updates often … sorry … tell me what you think though and I might change my mind and update more often. I was planning to make this a two-part thing. Part one before the "incident" and part two after it.