The Anger Within - Teenage Novel - Psychological Thriller

Prologue

My body felt cold, I could feel the heavy rain bashing itself against my docile skin, if only my story had a lovely ending, where all was okay and calm, where we could still make dandelion wishes, play in cold rivers, run in cornfields and hold hands with your friends while laughing under the warm sunset. But, unlike other stories, my ending is deemed to be beautiful in the most hurtful ways. When your story is a pale body with marks and crimson that's when you decide how your book ends. Accept I didn't, he did...

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I walked down the hallways of my school, it was full of many kids passing by, some older, some younger, and some the same age as I. With my bag in hand I look ahead of me, a book in the other, it was hard cover with a dark blue shade. I'm Flora, I'm a student in school who doesn't have good grades but they weren't failing either, they were okay, I struggle with many but I'm not focused on school half the time.

 It's usual after where I spend the most time, in a tree house deep in the forest, hidden by the tall trees but found by the curious minds. It was a lovely spot, flower pots on the window sills and wooden book shelves, a chair in the corner that had dangling porcelain birds above that would often ring against each other whenever the wind stroked it.

 I spent most of my time there, I haven't had anyone up there with me, it was only I, and often it got lonely, but it was peaceful as it will always be. With it's orchids and roses, scented by sunflowers and dandelions. I hadn't built it myself though, I found it when I was just nine and it was empty, but as time went by it grew more and more. 

 The more I thought about it the more I distracted myself as I bumped into someone, their body colliding with mine as I dropped my book as we fell to the ground together. I look to meet their face, not realizing the person I collided into. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologized to the boy, he looked the same age, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a year older. His skin was as pale as mine, his lips we're chapped but they looked soft. And his eyes were a dull shade of brown but as the sun glistened through the windows, his eyes would shine into an amber shade.

 "Don't worry about it, you're forgiven." He told me, grabbing my book as I stood up. "What's this?" He asked me, my book in his grasp. "Oh, uhm. It's The Atonement of Leam Dundas." I said, he looked into my hazel eyes as I was regaining my stance from the fall. "Have you started reading it yet?" He asked me. "Only a little, I recently picked it up from a shop."  I answered his question while he handed it back to me. 

 He gently smiled and I returned the gesture. "I'm Xavier, and I'm new here." He introduced himself, no wonder I hadn't recognized him. "I'm Flora, have you got a schedule?" I asked. "I don't, maybe you could take me to the Main Office?" He asked me. I shoved my book in my bag and fixed my gown, it had a pale beige color, dusted by the floor. 

 "I wouldn't mind." I said and started walking the opposite way I was walking in earlier, he walked beside me and the hallways became empty and hollow. "Where did you move from?" I asked in curiosity, I started fidgeting with hands, my nails gracing slightly against my palms. "I moved from Wisconsin, my mother was given a job here in Maryland." He told me, I nodded and continued guiding ourselves in the hallway, his voice echoing. 

"Do you like it here?" I asked him, learning a little as time passes by. "I like it now." He replied, looking at me as I looked back at him. Not realizing my cheeks grew flushed I smiled, we walked into the office, not realizing that when he looked back at me, his graceful stare was complimented by a hint of predatory meaning.

 A middle-aged lady looked up from her computer and adjusted her glasses. "What is it?" She called. "I have someone who doesn't have a schedule and they're new here." I explained, she scooted her wheelchair to the printer, turning it on and scooting back to her computer. "Name and age?" She asked, the sound of her fingers typing was loud but the warmth of the room comforted my ears. "Xavier, Seventeen." He answered. He is a year older than me, I had a feeling. 

 She got up from her chair and took out a piece pf paper that was printed out and handed it to Xavier. "Don't lose it." She said as he walked out, I followed along side him. "Thank you." Xavier said. "Let me know if you need a friend at the lunch table." I teased, I could see him smile as we parted our ways.