Hidden Shadows

Chapter 1: New boy

I sigh as I listen to my dads rantings about how people in this world should use there talents for greater things. For example people these days make everything where there not meant to last. Man... My dad sounds like an old grandpa and he's only thirty three. Maybe I should warn him before he knows it his hair will turn gray and he'll have balding spots. I giggle at that thought.
"What's so funny?" My dad asks.
"Oh nothing." We pulled into Grange High school's lawn saving me from any further integration.
"Well I'm gonna go now. Bye." I grab my pack and jump out of the truck door. Before I close it my dad stops me.
"Hey I'm working in late again do you think you could get a ride home?" Of course dad! Its not like I'm a lonely old cat lady with no friends. Besides he's meet Stephanie before and she has a car, but instead of saying all that I made it short and sweet.
"Yeah not a big problem." He smiles.
"Alright. See you later alligator."
"After awhile crocodile." I call back to him walking inside my school. I twist and turn through the crowd trying to get to my locker. Yes! I made it without getting crushed to death by smelly overweight teens! I put in my code and my locker swings open. I pull out my math books and heave a big sigh.
"Why must they torture us with math! So b-o-r-i-n-g!"
"Elena always cursing math." I turn around at the sound of my best friends voice Stephanie Meyers with her boyfriend Robert Drake.
"Well if it isn't the cutest couple in all of Grange High." I say. Stephanie laughs.
"Hey Robert my main man. Asked her about that song yet?" Comes Mordecai Boggart's voice. Right after him is Thomas Reed and Devin Thompson. Stephanie and I cock are heads to the side in confusion its not strange for them to be talking about a song there in a band called Ridden Shadows as Robert main guitar also leader, Mordecai bass guitar, Thomas drumer, and Devin singer. Their a pretty big hit. There first song sky rocketed.
"Well I was about to ask her." Robert replys back.
"Oh sorry." Mordecai says scratching the back of his curly brown hair.
"What?" Stephanie and I ask.
"Oh I was writing a song for Ridden Shadows and couldn't come up for a good one I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me. Stephanie always says your a good song writer."
Oh thanks a lot Stephanie! Now I have to say yes it would be mean otherwise.
"Sure." I say. Just great!
"Yahoo Scooby doo!" Mordecai yells.
"What?" We all ask in unison.
"Yahoo and Scooby doo sounded like they would go together." Mordecai answered. He is so weird... And loud! People in china could hear him!
"Hey Elena have you heard about that new kid?" Stephanie asks.
"What new kid?" I cock my head to the side in confusion.
"Well all I really know is that he's a boy." She said in answer.
"Oh." Ring! Ring! Ring! Goes the school bell instructing us to go to class so we won't be late. "Well see ya guys later." Thomas says as we all started walking in seperate directions to get to our destinations. I walk into math class and take my normal seat by the window looking out it's frame into the gray sky. Our little town in Washington is always cloudy no sun ever shines and if it does its usually only a sliver and doesn't last long. It's called Lake View. Great place and perfect for its name since theres so many lakes around here. There all so weird too... Like some sort of enchantment was on them. One smelled like garlic, another has sticks poking out of the water like stakes, another is crystalline blue where it looks more glass like and the sun is always hitting on that one spot. So strange. I hear a gasp from behind me. I turn to look at who it was and see Sarafina Martin and her little goons Anna Poe along with Ashley Pyre. Sarafina and I used to be best friends, but when her dad got his new job at a factory deluxe and became a millionaire she sorta just threw me away like I was trash. I turn to see what she was gasping about and saw a boy about my age with black hair and... Black eyes? You don't see that everyday and his skin is as pale as porcelain glass.
"Wow that's the new boy he looks like a model. Scrumptious." I hear Sarafina say. I started to gag. Gross! Nasty oh so very mouth vomiting nastiness! I wanted to yell it out but held my tounge.
"Wow he's as cute as Robert didn't think that possible." She says continuing. Really? Robert? Stephanie's Robert? Oh yeah I forgot she's head over heels for him.
"Okay class this is our new student Romaine Morrow. I would like a volunteer to show him around school." Says Mr. Long our math teacher. All the girls besides me and one guy raised there hand. Oh Its Brad Johnson class clown and number one trouble maker.
"Put your hand down Brad I don't want Mr. Morrow to turn into a hooligan because of you." Mr. Long says.
"How do you know he's not already a hooligan?" Brad asks.
"Well in that case I don't want him getting any worse." He answers back
"What if he's worse then me?"
"Well then dear lord Jesus help us all." Everyone starts laughing.
"Hmm Elena why don't you show Mr. Morrow around?" What! Why me! Not me! No, me no like! Right as I hear those words formed into my head I hear a high pitched girly scream.
"Why her! Why not me! I'm more capable of showing him around!" I should have guessed that it was Sarafina well at least about all the girls in the class were screaming in protest. Geez... Fangirling much.
"Be quiet and take a seat every last one of you I chose Elena and thats that!" All the girls pouted and sent me death glares, but reluctantly sat down.
"So Elena will you show Romaine around?" He already looked like he was going to pop I wasn't going to push the needle in any further.
"I guess." I say somewhat reluctant.
"Great Mr. Morrow you can go sit next to Ms. Darkwood." Mr. Long said. Romaine walked over and sat down next to me. Well this day started off good.... How much worse can this day get!
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This was the first story I wrote so sorry if it was kinda boring, but it will get way more interesting. So thanks for reading I'll try to publish soon.