Invictus

Chapter 1

Authors Note

Hey, guys. It's me, Hillary (lol, because I need an introduction)
This book is my second, the first was Lights.
I really dunno what to put here, I've never written an authors note.

Well, I just wanna say a big thank you to deadbeat-for my new cover, spite-for the cover of Lights.venuslcj spite- magiclovebellewriter lubella252 weirdgurl666 and a host of other wattpadders that really even bother with me.

LYANNA
The warm air fluttered around me a nd I shrugged off my jacket. It was freezing like two seconds ago. The weather here is bipolar, I drape the jacket over my arm and leaned against the sign post.  I've been out here for twenty minutes waiting for the bus.

I leaned forward off the sidewalk and scanned the road, cocked my head and strained to hear the bus. Ugh nothing.

It was bad enough that I was sent to a British boarding school, but after they found out I had a tattoo on my arm, I was booted back to America, and that was worse.

At least I get to wear what I want, and I have my own place. A bad taste fills my mouth. Optimists are liars.

Midlands High, Idaho. I milled the name over and over in my head. I put my earphones in my bag alongside my pencils and sketchpad. These are my essentials, I never go anywhere without them.

My parents had gotten me a nice apartment above a tattoo shop, where I immediately set my sights on for getting a job. I look at the almost identical apartments that surround mine and sigh.

I am still standing at the bus stop when I notice some tumble weed. I snorted and put my hands in my pocket. The warm air swirled atound again and it rolled to a stop a few feet in front of me.

Odd, I walked up to it and kicked it, but it didn't budge, instead it seemed like I was absorbing it, this might be a dream.

The brown color leaked into the flowers I tattooed on my arm. Yup, it's definitely a dream.

The horn of the bus sounded close by, so I shrugged on my leather jacket again and tighten my hand on my bag strap. The bus slows to a stop in front of me and I get on it, pausing in the aisle to choose a seat. The back seats are empty so I sit by the window, putting my earphones in and cranking up the volume to Lana's sultry voice.

It's a short ride to school and people are still whispering, teenagers, I've been here for like two weeks people,you all should have seen me, now get over me already. Coming off the bus, I walk briskly down the front lawn and down the hallway to my locker. I took off my jacket yet again and the tattoo attracted stares,as usual. I glanced at it. The brown stain was still there.
"Ugh."

I'll probably have to get it checked after school.

The bell goes and I locate my class. Its like my second week here so teachers don't really give me a hard time about my lateness. One of the few reasons I like this place.

My first class is History, which I happen to like, and I sat in the middle row by the wall. It kept me out of the line of fire and it had a good view of the class. We waited for 30 minutes until a tall slender blonde that I had never seen before walked in and closed the door, but then again, I'm still the new kid.

The class grew quiet albeit hesistantly and I absently itched the skin around my tattoo. Maybe she is in the wrong class.

"I'm Ms. Watts" She said, her hands wrapped in front of her like a ballet dancer's "Your history teacher is indisposed and I'm to represent him till he's alright." Nope. Right classroom.

The class moaned and she separated her hands, clearly about to say something when Denise Rydal, the Queen Bee Of Midlands High burst in, looking as if she had been crying or she was about to, not like that was my concern anyway. Probably couldn't get a custom Anna Sui dress or something.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again'' and she found a seat by her Best friend, Aimee Whatsherface.

I returned my attention to Ms. Watts who had scribbled down something on the rise of democracy. 

DENISE

The person who conveniently spilled water in front of my locker must pay. I mean, Thank God I keep a change of clothes in my locker.It bothers me though, The water dried up as soon as I touched it.

I can't blame it, I'm hotter than Fire. Smiling smugly, I flip open my book and have a visual rundown of my subjects, all loyal to me. Except that newcomer. She's looking at me. Why is she looking at me? I know I'm hot and everything, but really.

Gasp, she must have spilled or poured the water . After this class, she'll know better than to mess with a Rydal.