I don't even know when I woke up, but it feels like someone just flipped the switch and freed me from the state I was in. Because the last thing I remember is falling into the pit of death and now I'm sitting in a patch of grass, staring up at the terribly blue sky.
Blue sky. It's bright today. Almost too bright for the...
Wait. Is it?
I feel the grass on my fingertips, the soft rustling breeze tickling my nose. Am I really back in the real world?
I jump to my feet, looking around in the forest, hoping to spot another human being. Anyone who can confirm that this is my new reality. I hope... the one I want to see the most.
Yes, this is the real world.
I shudder, looking both ways in a frantic attempt to find the source of the whisper. It is the same voice that has followed me in my dreams and throughout my quest. "Who are you?" I called. "Show yourself!"
Nothing happens at first, then something around me changes in a flash. The air be
The wind swirls around a stick-thin girl, pushing the rain into her face so that it slaps her cheeks. She is tiny, small and skinny, her eyes a brilliant green that shines like emeralds. However, thick glasses hide their spectacular beauty, with lenses that dull the brightness and color of her eyes. Her soft, wavy hair is a striking red, cut sharply at the shoulders, giving her a childlike face to match her childlike body.She sits, her thin dress clinging to her soaked skin as the rain pounds her form even more resolutely on the muddy ground. Thunder rumbles overhead, crackling lightning strikes the air. All she sees is darkness. For her, there is only darkness.She knows she is in mortal danger. Lightning is near and if one tree catches fire, the whole forest will burn. She has nowhere to hide if this happens, no one to call for help. Her cell phone is next to her, dead from the constant downpour of water. However, it is easy for her to stay calm.Life is no longer important to her,
~Mona~I wake up, my eyes flickering as they focus on the brightness around me. All I can see is a single drop hovering above me, a blur of colors that turn and weave, twist and turn."Are you awake?" a beautiful musical voice rips through the void I'm suspended in, bringing me to the present with a thud. Everything suddenly comes into focus, the blurry edges sharpening into easily distinguishable images.Am I dreaming?A spectacularly beautiful man stares at me, his striking green eyes bewildering me with their brilliance. I feel lost in them, examining their marvelous beauty, trapped in their spectacular gaze.His skin is tanned and muscular, his arms prominent, his hands strong and firm. Dressed in a t-shirt and cargo shorts, he is casually dressed, but he has an elegance that cannot be explained.Straight and long, his hair cut around his jaw, framing his face with pride. Layers are everywhere, short strands accompanied by long, carelessly tousled strands. The bangs subconsciously
BIP! BEEP!I press the alarm button, trying to stop her irritating moans. I lie in bed, my soft stuffed animals surrounding my heavily buried form. I have many of them, a whole collection from my childhood, that I can't bear to get rid of. Golden hues flood my small windows, illuminating my face as I sit in the dazzling sunlight. Just beyond the glass is a beautiful environment of crisp green grass, crystal clear lake water and tall trees. Puffy clouds hang in the blue sky, birds cruising on the horizon.I wearily drag myself out of the covers, my feet causing a thud as they hit the ground. Stumbling to my dresser, I casually grab a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, slipping them over my figure. My spare pair of glasses, the other lost in the storm, squeak as I slide them onto my nose. By chance, I see my body in the mirror and I jump.A huge black and blue bruise spreads over my left shoulder, surrounded by extreme redness.
"What the hell are you doing here? I demand, my voice high and shrill. Quickly, I remember that Mrs. Penn is just inside, and I close the door behind me. Shifting my gaze to the incredibly handsome man, I gaze into his beautiful eyes as they look at me, and only me."I walk with you to school," he smiles, his expression breathtaking. His eyes are full of eagerness, reminding me of an energetic puppy as it plays with its owner. Joy runs across his features, fearless through my lack of a smile. In fact, I can't even hide a scowl.I begin to walk down the sidewalk, him trotting impatiently beside me. After a few more unbearable moments of bending to Xavier's will, I turn to him, my features indignant. "Go away," my voice bites him, trying to shake his unbearable happiness. His smile, surprisingly, widens."Hey Mona... do you think I'm sexy?"I'm ashamed of how a selfish idiot can disarm me so effectivel
Matherson Public School looms over us until we can see its brick walls and rather drab surroundings. It looms over its students, standing two full stories tall, casting a shadow over their forms. Weeds grow in small puffs throughout the premises, the grass untamed and wild. Overall, it's the rehashed image of a normal high school that presents itself as a second home to many students.Xavier pauses for me to finally catch up with him, assuming my anger would have subsided by this point. As I unwillingly make my way to his side, forced by my likely tardiness, I catch a glimpse of his excited face. "Why are you so happy, werewolf?" I snap, my voice harsh and abrasive. My bangs fall in front of my eyes as I slump slightly, resuming my usual position when I'm with people at school.He stares at me strangely. "Why are you slouching? I thought you had perfect posture," he inquires quietly. I frown, my eyes crinkling."It's non
We walk towards a rectangular wooden door with an almost broken handle. A booming voice is faintly audible on the opposite side."Are you ready?" I question as I reach my tender fingers for the knob. He nods confidently, the exact opposite of my shy form. I wonder, for a moment, how he comes up with all this confidence, knowing that everything is going to be okay. There is no doubt in his features as he waits for the door to open. Charm and charisma emanate from him as he prepares to meet the faces of his new classmates."Of course," he says, his voice silky smooth, the words flowing like butter from his desirable lips. I take a deep breath, my eyes crinkling slightly, and pull the button, exposing us both to the sea of sharks.I shudder as I examine their cold, judging eyes, hating the attention I receive. They scan me once, absorbing me, then immediately turn their gaze to the gorgeous, handsome man behind me. Each stu
I am exhausted, physically and mentally, by lunchtime.Xavier has been harassed by so many people that even he is tired now, huffing and puffing next to me like a car that just ran out of gas. "That's it," he says, running a hair through his perfect blue hair, "that's why I haven't been to school in thirty-two years."I blink, wondering if I had heard him correctly. "Thirty-two years? I squeak, my voice barely above a whisper. Even now, as we casually walk down the hallway, people look at him, chattering about the hot new senior."Yeah. I was born fifty-five years ago, March 4, 1955, to be exact, and you're not allowed to go to school until you're five. So, it's been about thirty-two years since I went. I only finished high school and didn't go to college," he says simply. My eyes widen in surprise as I absorb his words."So you're fifty-five," I say doubtfully. Somehow, it's hard to believe. He look
The bell rings, signifying the conclusion of another tortuous day. My locker, unfortunately next to "Mr. Popular" himself, winks at me as I walk out of class toward him. Xavier is swamped with fans, giving me plenty of time to collect my luggage. I grab my stuff, waiting for him to clear the crowd and head towards me. Which he does, with a big smile on his face. "Are you ready?" he questions.I look away, trying to make my voice sound convincing. "Can I go to the bathroom first?"He nods, staring at me with his electrifying green eyes. I suddenly feel like he can look me straight in the eye, seeing what my true intentions are. Keeping my head down, I pass him in the fierce crowd.I weave through the hallways, enduring the jostling and pushing along the way, and stop near the bathroom. Consisting of only a small stall room and two meager sinks, it's a sorry excuse for a bathroom, but it will suit my needs just fine.