I wasn't really bothered by the fact that I had no friends here. I was surprised on how little it irritated me to be alone as well. All my life I had spent my days at my brothers side, we were a package deal, buy one get the other, that kind of thing. I haven't ever really had friends of my own, but it hasn't ever bothered me either. I was friends with my brothers friends, we would hang out, play video games and sports, but being here, it made me feel like I needed to find my own friends, girls. People who would want to have sleep over and what not. Of course I couldn't force someone to be my friend, it all came in time, but time seemed to be the one thing that wasn't on my side.

The shade of the tree that I sat under cast a shadow over the scribbler that I was writing in. The sun was out and high in the sky, but there was an odd chill that cast and wound it's way around the trees, benches and bushes, but it wasn't a bad chill, kind of a chill that matches with the weather, not to cold and not to hot, just the perfect temperature. I reached down and grabbed my Ipod, looking at the screen to select my next song. Call N Return by Hellogoodbye An older song, but one that never got old. I set my Ipod back on the grass and looked up at the clouds, the scribbler still resting in my lap.

I couldn't help wondering were Damien had run off to. I remember him complaining about nothing to do, being hungry and not being able to play with his power. Out of all those things, I could bet 100 dollars and say that he ran off to the cafeteria. I would win. Instinctively I tried to reach out and see if I could pick at his brain, but I gave up after hearing him think about how he needed a girl in his life. I sighed and started tapping my pencil to the beat of the song, bobbing my head and dancing in spot. I felt like going for a nice run right now, but I decided against it when I remembered that I had just eaten.

I guess Damien was right in sorts. There was really nothing to do, at the moment, but we had only just got here, how can you judge something so soon? Well I guess with Damien it's more the possible for that. The song switched, playing Gives you Hell by the all American rejects. I rested my head on the trunk of the tree, letting my blond hair fall back exposing my sea green eyes, but instead of keeping them open, I relaxed and let the soothing wind guide me into a nice nap.

I wasn't dreaming and I wasn't asleep. I was somewhere in between, aware of what was going on around me, and just dozing off enough to seem like I wasn't in a particular place. There was no picture in my mind, just me and the dark. I wanted to conjure up an image of me and my dad, when I was little and he used to pick me up and twirl me around. The noises around us were blocked out and it was just my giggle and his deep chuckle that surrounded us. If there was one thing about home, that had to be it, I'm sure I would miss Damien just as much, probably more if he was here and I was at home, or vise versa'. Ever since I can remember we had never liked to be separated, we did everything together, the two of us were like the best of friends, of course we still are, but were getting older and going our separate ways, which is scaring me. I don't like change, I like things the way they are.

I guess I'm fine with being here, I mean it's not that great of a change, and we aren't that far from home. But then again, it's just like me to push out the negative. I heaved a sigh and opened my eyes, looking at the scribbler that was resting on my lap. The pages had flipped over, revealing a blank sheet of paper with blue lines across it. I didn't know what to do at the moment, I was bored out of my mind, so I just snapped the scribbler shut, and rested it beside my Ipod on the grass, which was now done playing my list of songs. I had allot on there, so I must have been out for quite some time, even though it felt like 5 minutes. I reached up and took the ear phones out of my ears and tangled them around my touch before resting my head back on the tree. I could hear the distant pit pat of a joggers shoes on the jogging track, then they became muffled and next thing I new there was a thump, pain in my shin, another thump and I was staring at a guy. His face was some what shiny from the tiny yet few beads of sweat that trickled down him face. His hair was black and fell just over his left eye. Defiantly someone whom I assumed would be freaking out about how I was in his path, but to my surprise was the complete opposite.

Oh! I am so sorry! Are you okay? God I’m an idiot, really. I’m really sorry, do you need to go see the nurse? Arg I am such a cluz, I’m really sorry I blinked, shocked really. I knew I shouldn't be so quick to judge, but one look at this guy and it's just hard not to assume. Blinking again I finally found my voice, and became, well unfrozen. My eyes trailed down to my shins, which were bare and throbbed somewhat, but not to the extent for my to keel over and scream. Not even close. I shook my head and smiled slightly. Uh, no don't worry about it. I'm fine really. But next time try to keep your eyes open when your running. I giggled slightly, trying not to sound like a bitch, which I seriously hope I wasn't.Are you okay? I mean you fell pretty hard. I smiled again, looking at his hands, which were some what dirty from the contact of the grass, then back up at his face. I'm Alisa Parker, by the way.

I was watching the boy intently, still slightly shocked on his attitude. I didn't know if he was just leading me along, then BAM instantly change and tell me to screw off. I wasn't good at making friends, that why I always stuck around Damien, someone who was a people person and could get along with people. I glanced at my shin again, trailing my gaze down my basketball shorts and to my bare skin. A small bruise was already forming. I could feel a small throb, and I had to admit it hurt, but I wasn't about to start crying out in pain, I mean I could shift into the largest and most scariest animal on earth, but I can't take a hit? That's just pathetic. I sighed and placed my hand on it, cringing slightly at the touch, but slowly getting used to it. I started rubbing it, hoping that it slightly eased the pain.

I looked at the boy, his blue eyes were pinned on me, and oddly enough filled with concern. I watched him shift into a cross legged sitting position, and I turned to face him, tucking my damaged leg under my butt. Remington Gates I played with the name in my mind, rolling it over and over, memorizing his face, and the ring of his name. Please call me Rem though I smiled and looked down at my hands, which I had folded in my lap. My fingers were twitching nervously, embarrassing. I’m sorry for disturbing you by the way. I mean, you were just sitting here and bam, a random guy trips over you. If I were you, I’d be annoyed, well…maybe I laughed and grabbed a leaf from out of his black hair, flicking it and watching it fall down between us. No it's fine. If I was annoyed, you'd be able to tell by now. I laughed again. It was true, if you were on my bad side, I could be a complete bitch to you, I mean what girl wouldn't?

Ooc:// Gah I am sorry for the lame post : / I'll finish this tomorrow, my brain is defiantly no functioning right XD