Rafe felt lost. Where was he? He didn't recognize it and all these people were having...well, fun. Rafe felt so awkward, standing five inches taller than last year. His voice was significantly lower and definitely didn't look his age. And he shaved every morning, but by midday he had a five o'clock shadow. Growing up...such a pain.

Now, after this summer his face was slightly scarred and pale, like he went through some underground battle for months. He wondered aimlessly through the jungle gyms and the slides and when he turned around a little blond was swinging in front of him. She smelled different, not completely human, if that made sense. "Um...hello, I didn't see you there," he said in a low tone.