His World of Black

Chapter One

I woke with the sound of my alarm blaring in my ears. Monday, who doesn't love Monday? Well let me tell you something, I hate Monday. Monday was the type of day where I woke up and realized that I had to go to school. When I could be at home, curled up with a cup of coffee and a good book. School was the bane of my existence.

I got out of bed and went down stairs, making a fpot of coffee. I grabbed my favorite mug from the cabinet and sat on the counter waiting. The mug was white with blue, red, and yellow flowers on it. It always made me feel nice looking at it. The coffee maker dinged signaling that my coffee was done. I quickly poured it into the mud and went back upstairs to get ready.

I decided on a pair of light high-waisted skinny jeans with a white flowy crop top. I through a light pink knitted cardigan over it and put on my black converses. I then proceeded to the bath room to brush my hair. I put on a light coat of mascara and looked at myself in the mirror. My black hair flowed down to about mid torso and framed my pale face. The black mascara made my vibrant blue eyes pop.

I smiled at my reflection and decided I did good. I grabbed my now empty cup and went downstairs again. I put some toast in the toaster and got another cup of coffee. I put all my stuff in my backpack, and by the time I did all that my toast was ready. I spread some delicious Nutella onto the toast and ate it pretty quick.

I grabbed the current book I was reading, An Infinite Amount of Time, and ran out the door to my old beat up truck. I had this truck before I could even drive. It was just sitting in our backyard for ages. When I turned sixteen, I fixed him up and now he runs smoothly. I named him Blue for his bright blue coat.

I arrived at my school and parked in my usual space. I shuffled inside and walked to my locker.

"Rowen!", a voice called from behind. I turned around searching for the voice, when I spotted the culprit.

Peyton Hemmings was bounding down the hall. Peyton has been my best friend since we were kids. It all started when we met in kindergarten. Peyton pulled my hair, I bit her, and one thing led to another and here we are. We did everything together, we were inseparable.

"Hi, Peyton.", I said as she stopped in front of me.

"Rowen, you will never guess what just happened to me!", she said jumping up and down.

"What is it this time?"

"I got asked to prom!"

"Isn't that in like two months."

"Yes, so?"

"Nothing.", I said turning around and closing my locker. "We have to get to 1st period."

We walked to room 508 in what I wish I could say was silence. Peyton gushed about the boy who asked her to prom the entire way.

"His hair is so perfect!"
"He has the most amazing eyes!"
"He's so romantic!"
"Did I tell you he was a jock?"

All the way to our class. We walked into the class and had to stand in the front of the room. It was a new semester so we were getting new seats. The teacher called my name and I sat in the back of the room. I grabbed my book and began reading. I didn't notice the person sitting next to me until they spoke up.

"Hi.", they said. I turned to look at them. It was a boy about my age with messy brown hair and cold grey eyes.

"Hi.", I said turning my attention back to my book.

"Well, I guess we are going to be lab partners.", he said grinning.

"Look, I love talking with you but can't you see I'm trying to read?", I said annoyed.

"Actually no. I'm blind.", he stated.

I turned to look at him, shocked by his answer. That explains the grey eyes.

"Oh... I'm so sorry... for your lose?", I said. He tilted his head toward me, his mouth in a straight line.

"It's alright.",he said.

"What's your name?", I asked trying to make small talk after our awkward moment.

"John Ernsten. You?"

"Rowen Markasin."

"Rowen," he said trying out my name. "it's a very lovely name."

"Thank you.", I said blushing. Thank goodness he couldn't see me.

Class was now starting and I turned my attention to the front. I couldn't help but glance over at John every so often. He always had a smile on his face. How could he always look so happy when all he'd ever known was darkness. My stomach turned every time I looked at him. I frowned in confusion. What is wrong with me?

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the bell ringing, signaling the end of class. I got up and exited the classroom, leaving John to sit alone.

I found out that I also have 2nd, 4th, 6th, and 7th period with him. How have a never noticed him before? I walked to my truck and leaned against the door. I watched as student after student piled out the door.

I caught sight of John walking down the stairs with his hand on a boys shoulder. The boy would say something and they would both laugh. They got off the steps and started walking in my direction. I hide my face so they wouldn't notice me, but then realized that John can't see me and the other boy has never met me.

They walked past and I could have sworn John looked straight at me. I sighed and hopped into my truck. When I got home I went straight to my room and through my back pack down. I buried my face in my pillow and sat there.

I need a cup of coffee.