Hey guys, so the idea I've had for this has been in my mind for some time, and it does keep changing. But I like this one so I think I'll stick to it.
Please let me know what you think.
Enjoy,
Carrie :)

There was so much loud chatter as I walked in. You would have thought that after five years, I'd be used to it. Well I'm not. Its torture, not even my headphones, with music being as loud as I can make it, drowned out the noise of teenagers in this school. But nothing had changed at Weight Haven Secondary School. Everyone looked the same, or well, the ones I recognised did. The building was the same and even the attitude of the teachers hadn't changed.
I couldn't help but groan, it was the first day back and I already wanted to run out the building and escape back to bed. I wasn't even properly awake when my phone vibrated in my hand, giving me a shock. It was my best friend and a royal pain in the arse, Jane. She wasn't really royalty, just acted like it. We hadn't spoken in weeks because she couldn't get signal while on holiday.
'Good morning babe xx' was what the message said.
'Morning? Are you being serious, there's nothing good about it xx' I replied. I threw my phone back in my pocket and opened my newly allocated locker, only to see my school timetable and the books already in there for this year. The school had always done this, so we didn't have to waste time finding our first lesson without a timetable on the first day back. My locker looked like my worst nightmare, and not just because of the books. No, every year I decorated my locker, just with a few pictures and posted notes. Right now, it looked bare and dull.
My phone went off again just as I was getting my stuff out of my bag. It was only Jane replying to me.
'Don't be so moody, I'll see you soon! Xx'
I didn't bother replying, it would only be a waste of time.
Once I made my locker look a bit more attractive, I took a look at my timetable. I had history with Mr Monsho for the third year in a row, and this was a double lesson. Double torture. First lesson on a Monday morning? Make it triple torture.
The loud familiar sound of the school bell rang, so I grabbed my history books and shoved them in my bag before heading off.

By the time I got to history, Jane and Matt were already there, waiting for me. But something was oddly strange about Jane.
Me and Jane had always looked quite similar. Jane's eyes were a pale blue, and mine were a dark blue, but hint of violet. We both had dark brown hair, long enough that we didn't need extensions like the rest of the year. The only difference used to be that I was a lot paler than her.
But now Jane had changed completely. Her hair was short and a bleach blonde and tied back in a ponytail. It must have been just above shoulder-level. Her face was caked with make up; she actually looked like one of the plastics we used to laugh at. I had to try and not show the shock, even her clothes had changed.
Jane had swapped her jeans for a short skirt and the thin jumpers she used to wear at all times were gone. It was replaced with a tank top. In the twelve years I had known her, she had never looked like this.
Matt still wore his usual jeans and shirt, and his hair was still black, but it was not as long as what it used to be. He had it short and spiked, like I remember from when he was seven.
Matt still looked like Matt, but Jane, she looked so different.
"What happened to you? Did the popular patrol give you a make over in your sleep?" I joked, Jane had a good sense of humour so I thought she would laugh.
However, I got the opposite reaction. Jane looked at both me and Matt, who was staring at the floor, and then kept her eyes on me. She looked offended.
"What are you on about?" She asked, not amused at all by what I had said. I couldn't believe it, what had happened to her? Where was the funny, decent looking Jane I knew?
"Never mind, we going in?" I changed the subject, it really wasn't worth it. Jane stormed through the classroom door without another word. Matt just stared at me and shrugged, seems like he didn't know either. His large brown eyes showed he wasn't happy about it though. I tried to give him a smile as we walked in.
The classroom hadn't changed. The walls were still a muddy white that needed to be repainted -you'd think that they would have gotten round to it after five years- and the windows were covered by the disgusting green curtains. Mr Monsho still kept his desks separate with just two chairs per desk. He hated noise; we always had to be completely silent, which is impossible on the first day back.
On the desks were name cards, Mr Monsho's way of making a seating plan, putting a load of name cards any where on the tables.
I looked for my name... Matt Hulkstone, Jodie may, Craig Silverstone, Jane Witherstone... Aha! Emily Seahawk! (probably the worst name possible, I hated it). Right in the back corner by the curtain. I looked to the right at my partner, but he wasn't recognisable. He had long black hair – well it was long for guy- and the most amazing, unbelievable, luminous blue eyes. I couldn't look away from them, but I did notice his scar below his left eye, it was clearly an angel wing, it stood out amongst his pale skin.
I took a look at his name card. Tristan Tomson. He had to be new, I'd never seen him.
I looked back at him, his hair was quite messy, like he had just got out of bed and left it.
Tristan kept his eyes forward the whole time, or at least I didn't see them move. They were amazing, the colour just leapt out at you, they were extremely had to miss, they were...
"Quiet everyone, sit down!" Mr Monsho interrupted my thoughts, turning me away from Tristan, so I could sit down. Typically, I lost my balance, falling right onto his hard shoulder. Smooth Emily.
But before I hit the floor, I felt a pair of arms move around me, lifting me back up. It was Tristan, how he had moved so quickly to catch me was a wonder. He pulled me up to my feet.
"Thank you," was all I managed to whisper before properly sitting back down so no one saw. Tristan just nodded at me and turned towards the front again, smirking. I felt myself go red from embarrassment. He was laughing at me. Yet he was still so silent, I couldn't even hear him breath, was he breathing?

The whole two hours was all of note-taking. It was the most boring first lesson I've ever sat in, and I did have 12 years of school behind me. I was relieved to hear the bell as I shot out of the room.
I met Jane and Matt at our usual table in the cafeteria. It was only a small room, so we always had to be the first there to claim it. A lot of people were standing around, talking or in the food queue.
I was glad to see Matt and Jane when they finally arrived. Jane looked as eager as I was to talk.
"So, come on. What's Tristan like?" Matt spoke first, giving a little wink to me and his normal cheeky smile.
Matt was always the sort of person who would lighten up your mood if you were down. If you were upset, Matt would be the mood lifter, coming out with jokes every second. Matt is a lot like my brother, he's always been there. I don't know what I'd do without him.
"He's strange... Didn't say a word the whole time." I replied, watching one of Matt's eyebrows rise up while Jane ignored our convocation, drinking her water. She was longer interested now Matt had spoke about it.
"Not a word or a small noise, a cough or anything?"
"Nope."
"Not even when he stopped you from falling and helped you up?" Jane choked at Matt's last question, and stared at me.
"He did what?!" The jealousy in her voice was clear. I had met the fit guy and she hadn't. After twelve years of knowing her, Jane was like an open book.
"I didn't think anyone saw that." I replied, not looking at them, that moment had been embarrassing.
"I turned round to you at the wrong time." Matt shrugged, showing it was no big deal. Jane on the other hand seemed annoyed.
"How did I not see that?!" She sighed and grabbed her bag. I stared back at her, wondering what she was doing. "I'm going for a walk," she put the new pink bag on her shoulder and left. I looked at Matt, who was watching Jane leave before turning back to me. I was waiting for what excuse he had to defend her, he always did. Matt would never admit it, but he really liked Jane, only Jane never saw it.
Matt did go to speak when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned round to see the gorgeous scruffy haired, blue eyed guy we had been talking about. He was holding a blue dinner tray.
"Mind if I sit here?" His voice was soft, the kind could fall asleep to. It matched his look, well apart from his clothes. The dark jeans and motorbike jacket told a different story.
Tristan sat down before I could respond. He seemed quiet sheepish... Had I been staring to long?
"Hi, I'm Matt." Matt spoke, giving Tristan a smile. Tristan nodded, the same way he did in history.
"Tristan."
Matt took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Any idea where Jane could have gone Emily?"
"She could be anywhere, most likely outside." I shrugged, trying not to stare at Tristan. I didn't want to scare him off.
"I think I'm going to go look for her, see if she's okay." Matt stood up, putting his lunch away.
"Okay, let me know." Matt left me with Tristan, giving me a winked as he walked.
"I walked past your friend, she didn't seem happy." Tristan spoke, his soft voice making me melt inside. All I could do was shrug, if I tried to speak, my voice would only fail me.
"You two had a fight?" He asked. I shook my head, Jane was that annoyed?
"Not much of a talker aye?" H grinned at me, making me blush. I looked away, hoping he didn't see.
"It's okay, I don't mind doing the talking, it's just Damon hasn't enrolled here yet, so I need someone to talk to." He said, making me smile.. I felt privileged, I mean, he's gorgeous and chose me to talk to as Damon isn't here. But wait...
"Who's Damon?"I asked Tristan.
"Ah, she speaks!" He chuckled. "Damon's my step-brother, we're both foster kids. Me, him and Jen moved here a week ago and haven't had time to go and meet people." Tristan looked straight at me, his shining blue eyes pouring into mine. Oh my.
"How about you come mine this Saturday, you can meet Damon then. Bring a friend." He stood up just as the bell rang, making me feel like an idiot as all I could do was smile.