James opened the door from the Janitor's office into the hallway. He looked down both ends of the empty hall and exited, shutting the door quietly behind him. He turned and began to jog down the hall, eyeing the numbers on teh classroom door for his homeroom.

Angel kept smiling, "Thanks so your new here to? What's your name, I'm Angel."

James stopped, turning his head slightly. Voices were drifting down the hallway, down the hallway with the bathrooms. He blinked, trying to listen. There was a bit of fear in his gut as he strained his ears.

"Simon, my names simon." he smiled and offered his well manicured hand, his nail were painted light pink, like cotton candy.

"You ain't normal are you?" she took his hand which was suprisingly soft, "thought I ain't all that normal either look at my hair for example..."

James gulped slightly, turning to look down the hallway in which he had been going. He stopped, eyes widening in terror as the image melted away, revealing a different one. The walls were sticky and blotched with dirt and blood, the lockers bashed in, some untouched and other open. There were holes in the celing, crumbled away from decay and time. He began to gasp, a scared yelp escaping his throat. Of course, he was the only one who saw this dirty, bloody place.

Simon smiled again. "Well I think it's just lovely." There was a sad look in his eyes, although he still smiled. "But I guess your right, I'm not exactly "Normal" Am I?" He looked down the hall. "Oh, were here!" He pointed at the sign for the office.

Angel patted him on the head, "Its fine who in this world is "normal"? Yay, after you my good sir." she bowed and smirked.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2U9wRwmsA8&NR=10) for cupcake

James turned again, eyeing the hallway in which he had heard the voices. Against his better judgement, he began to walk down the hallway, his shoes clacking on dingy tiles, clean to those who didn't see through his eyes.

(I need Simon to post)

Simon walked through the door to the the school's office room and held the door open for Angel to follow. He held up a peice of paper, much like the one that Vincent had placed into Angel's backpack the night before. "I missed registeration" He sayed, handing the paper to the secretary. "I just moved in to the lovely house down the street from here." He pointed to a brigtly colored apartment complex that looked much like a castle imn a fairy wonderland, right across the street from Vincent's apartment.

James was scared. The hallways were that same dingy yellow, black, and red as they'd been back at the other school, when he had snapped and nearly killed the cpatain of the football team. It was the day he had received those pills. He didn't take them. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him. He had been convinced that the football captain had attacked him. Or, the monster that had been the football captain.

(poor captain of the foot bal team. Again) Vincent sat in his office, waiting for the furniture to arrive. He sighed and sat down in his temporay plastic chair.

(Yeah. He always gets hurt. Or embrassed. One of the two.)

(sigh, moment of nonsilence please) Angel began searching her bag, "Know its in here somewhere... Oh, here we go," she handed the same paper to the receptionist and smiled at simon. "I live across the street in the apartments in front of yours, cool huh?"

(Ok...sorry...) James stopped infront of the office door, blinking in through the dirty glass. Well, to the two people inside, it was perfectly clean. James turned to look farther down the hall, his eyes fogged over to anyone looking at him.

Angel felt someone staring at her, she glanced from the corner of her eye and saw the boy from earlier, "Excuse me,"she truned and stayed at her distace from him. "Are you feeling ok?"

James turned and blinked at Angel, eyes widening in horror. He stumbled backward, slamming into the wall and groping for anything hit her with, to defend himself. Of course, he didn't see Angel. He saw a monster, a sewn up, rotting pile of flesh that gurgled and moaned at him, hungry for blood.

Simon watched. Cunfused sparkles over his head.

Angel wide eyed at the boys reaction, slowly began to back up, "Hey, um... Simon you wouldn't happen to know where the counseling office is would you?" She backed up abit more behide Simon and started shaking slightly.

James blinked confusedly at Angel/monster's reaction, turning to look at the other one. This one wasn't a monster, but a bloodied, translucent ghost, face contorted into a look of agony and fear. James gulped, wondering what the two would do. He turned, taking Angel's reaction as a sign to flee. He ran down the hall, stumbling as he went.

Simon turned. "No I don't. But I have heard about this person from some of the people i was *cough*Eavesdropping*Cough* Listening to, and I kind of wanted to try this." he turned to make sure none of the secretaries were watching. Simon stuck his head through the door and looked into the direction that he had fled. He faced the boy and began wiggling, like an inflatable tube advertising man.

James didn't look back, to afraid to turn around and face the fears that were plagueing him. He finally stopped at the end of the hall, finding it hard to breath as the dingy window blurred in front of him, melting away into the clear, clean window of the school. He fell to his knees, gasping for oxygen.

Simon watched. A disappointed look on his face. he went back into the room.