Jessica strode back towards the school at a hurried pace, Styrofoam cup of coffee in hand.  Her mother would kill her if she knew Jessi was drinking the stuff.  “It will stunt you’re growth,” she’d say with a scowl.  Yeah, right.  She couldn’t wait for the first school dance.  She was going to have to wear flats.  If she wore heels, her date’s face would almost surely end up in her cleavage.<br/><br/>She rounded a corner, then stopped.  The English teacher was there, with his younger sister, Ichigo.  Cute girl, made even cuter by the fact that she dressed like a boy.  Too bad she seemed to have a tissue permanently attached to her hand.<br/><br/>But damn, they sure knew how to make English teachers in Japan.  Jessi wasn’t sure if she was annoyed or thankful that she wouldn’t be in any of his classes.  She might enjoy staring at him for an entire hour, but she doubted she’d learn anything.<br/><br/>She waited for them to enter the school and part ways.  She wasn’t sure exactly why she waited.  It wasn’t like she was spying on them.  It was just that she felt like she was intruding.  The moment felt intimate, for some reason.  Which was stupid.  They were brother and sister.  And this was Japan, not ancient Egypt.<br/><br/>Still, she waited, and only after Ichigo and her yummy brother were deep into the school proper, and after Jessica had drunk her coffee to its dregs, did she follow them in.  The cliques were there, just like at home.  But they were all too quiet, or too loud.  It was the disappearing girls, of course.  And, even worse, the two who had come back.  Nobody wanted to talk about it.  It was all anybody wanted to talk about.  “A chance to get away from the family ‘weirdness’,” Mom had said.  Yeah, right…<br/><br/>She tossed the cup into the trash.  After a moment's hesitation, she headed towards the circle of cherry trees.  The place just screamed power.  But good or evil?  Jessica hoped it was good.  She liked trees.<br/><br/>She looked around to see if anyone else she knew was there.<br/>