||: There's Always a Bright Side at the End of the
Dark Tunnel :||

After weeks of bullying after the incident, I finally told the situation of my school life to my mother and she had me transferred to a different high school than what I was planning on going to. Apparently my new school had grades 7-12 all in one huge building...exciting. I was dismissed from school for the last 3 months until my life as a grade 10 student began, and boy did it come quicker than I thought it would.

The high school was further than anticipated, so I took the local bus there. On the bus I usually sat alone in the back corner, headphones in my ears. I didn't plan on interacting with anyone, nor did I want to. The teachers at the school had been informed on what happened to me, so they let me leave class when I wanted to. And I bet you're all thinking "oh so she's so lucky she could skip school if she wanted to" well you're wrong. Unlike most people, I enjoy learning, and, I guess, needed to learn in order to accomplish my goal.

Things got better though. After a few weeks, I made friends. Real ones too, they're awesome. How we met is a little...eccentric, one might say.

Sitting on a bench doing my chemistry homework, the leaves from the tree above kept falling. No, it wasn't fall, it was freaking spring! It was really confusing and actually got annoying. As I was about to stand up and find a different bench, a face swung in front of mine. "Oi mate! Watcha doing here?" The boy said in a vey pronounced Australian accent. It surprised me, I was frozen in place with my eyes open, mouth agape. He just began laughing at my reaction. "Sorry mate, scared ya didn't I?" I come out of my shock and glare at him.

"What do you want?" I said in a dark tone. He jumped out of the tree, landing on his feet. "Like I asked, just wondering watcha doing." I let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm doing my chemistry homework, so please leave me alone." I brushed him off coldly and stood up to work on it elsewhere. Preferably some place without a trees.

"Hold up mate, I didn't even get your name!" I sighed once again and turned to glare at him. "It's only polite to ask someone else's name after you have introduced yourself." I turned on my heel and began walking away briskly.

"Jett where'd you- oof!" The talking girl was cut off by none other than ___. Caught by surprise I fell to the ground along with the girl I bumped into. "Woah there, you two a'right?" The Australian ran up to us. He held out a hand for the short girl and then one for me. I brushed it away and stood up on my own, but even so he forcefully took my hand in his and began shaking it.

"The name's Jett Kirkland, and this is my little sister Evalyn Kirkland. Now what's your name?" Should I really tell th- hold up. Did he say Kirkland? But that's... I looked them up and down before settling on their faces. Yep, it's definitely them. "Your father's name wouldn't happen to be Arthur Kirkland would it?" They both looked at each other, then back at me. "My name's ___ Honda. I'm the youngest daughter of Kiku Honda and Amelia Jones. Are you the son and daughter of Arthur Kirkland and Francine Bonnefoy?" We both stood in silence before Jett started laughing.

"What a coincidence! So it seems like we're all cousins, huh?" Jett placed one arm on my shoulder and the other on his sister's. "Let's get along real well from now on."

And that's basically how we met.

I know that it's weird to be the kids of a British and French and then have Australian accents but I have a convenient excuse. They went to Sydney Australia for a honeymoon and ended up living there for 10 years after having a kid, and then another kid. So both Jett(Australia) and Evalyn(Wy) grew up in an environment where they adapted the cultures accent and not their parents. Boom, logic.

I didn't get bullied anymore at this school and generally enjoyed my high school life. By the time I reached grade 12 with Jett, Evalyn entered grade 10, and I was happy with my life as it was now. But even so, something at the back of my mind kept nagging me again and again, telling me I must do something about what happened years ago. Even so, I had found my light in the darkness to keep my spirits lifted, and that's all I really needed right now.

Definitely a short chapter compared to the first, sorry about that. Just really wanted to get another chapter out for you guys since it was such a long wait. Thanks for being patient! ~Onyx