ZIONShe did her best to avoid me for the rest of the day. If she found me taking a seat beside her then she would trade seats with someone to get away from me. Most, if not all of the girls she traded seats with were thrilled by her offer, grabbing the sliver of a chance to talk to me. I hated it, every minute of it. She could see how much I despised it and she took pleasure in watching my annoyance grow.And yet I still wanted to be near her, to speak to her. I was clearly losing my shit.The only class we didn't share was economics. I couldn't help but wonder what elective she chose in its place. My economics teacher was young for her age and I was certain every boy in the class chose this elective just so they could drool over her like pathetic dogs. Ms. Fielding ignored the whistles, flirtatious looks and constant ogling from the students as best she could. It surprised me that the attention

ZIONI sat with my father in the lounge as he looked over the plans for the house. He planned to tear the entire house down and build it from scratch, making it look like a mansion. If it were up to my father, he would build a huge home making it look like something the grim reaper would live in but thanks to my mother, there was going to be color in the house. She already began clearing all dead trees in the front yard, hiring a landscaper to decorate the place to make it look more inviting.My father tossed a book toward me, not even looking up from the sheet of blue paper displayed on the coffee table, "After what you did today, I'm not entirely sure I want to help you anymore but, it doesn't seem like I have a choice. Go through the book. Some of the things in there may or may not help you."The book had no name, just a leathery brown plain cover, and the brown pages inside where tatted and torn from m

ZION"I'll wack you over the head with this textbook and maybe, just maybe, some sense would get knocked into you," Alina threatened, her words holding so much conviction that it actually scared me slightly.I pulled the textbook out of her hand with my free one and with the arm I had on her shoulders, I led her toward the lunch tables outside. The textbook read 'The Science behind Psychology' and I nearly scoffed at that, "Psychology isn't a science, it's allowing any nosey son of a bitch to make a quick buck by listening to other people's depressing lives. I bet the only reason they do it is to make themselves feel better about themselves like if he's life is crappier than mine then all's good with the world."When she quirked her brow at me I couldn't help but stare in awe. She made the simple action look like an art, that's how perfectly raised her one brow was compared to the other. I held th

ALINAI felt strange. There was this weird feeling that I couldn't shake off no matter how much I tried. The feeling only calmed and faded away when he was around me, looking at me, talking to me and I hated it. That soft glow of light that emanated off him was still visible to my eyes, however, most of the time it remained a soft yellow. I couldn't help but notice that each time Brady was around, that glow turned into a bright flame of red. Something was up with them, but I didn't know what. It was unlike me to poke my nose in other people's business but then again, I wasn't acting much like me since school began.We were already at lunch, the day sped by so fast. It seemed like the older I got, the faster time flew by. I knew that was unrealistic but it sure did feel that way. Zion and Kendra decided to sit with Max, Sophia, and me during lunch. Max and Sophia were more than welcoming, easily making friends with them whi

ZIONI strolled into the house, my dad already busy correcting the blueprints of the house according to my mom's wishes. My mom was at the hospital, the only hospital this town had. It wasn't really busy there. In the small town, hardly anyone became sick or met into accidents. It was weird in a way. My mom was the one who took care of Brady that day. I tried my best not to think about the situation so she wouldn't know it was me who did that to him.My parents noticed the change in me though. The way I carried myself and the amount of power that rolled off me in waves of energy –mostly dark energy. I could see the worry in my dad's eyes but he never brought it up, probably because my mother asked him to stay silent. I finally understood the amount of power I had, all I had to do was find a way to harness it."Zion, son?" My father said as I sat down on the couch opposite of where he was seated, "Did