Lies

Chapter one; Part one

"Isn't it beautiful? all of it, just amazing."
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    My name is Olivia Willow. I am 23 years old and live in Oklahoma. Although, I was born in Texas. I never liked the life of fantasies and myths. They seemed too stupid to be true. I mean, come on, Do you think that mystical flying creatures exist? Or Beings that have powers to-to heal? Or to cause harm or have this; thing where they can control the earth? No, I don't either. I thought the same thing for a long time. But that was before it happened to me. You see, it started when I was a senior.

    "Ms. Willow?" my teacher, Mr. Grilinia, stated, "Would you mind answering number seven?"

    " There are three types of tectonic plates. Convergent, Divergent, and Transform." I said. In response, I got a sour look from him.

    "Very good" 

    He continued to teach the class, often throwing side-glances in my direction.

    Mr. Grilinia never liked me much. Though, I never understood why. He just had an extreme dislike for me since my first year. The bell rang with uncanny timing. 

    As I made my way towards the school parking lot, I ran into someone and fell. He had a military look; short, slicked black hair with beautiful green eyes and tan skin. He wore a tan t-shirt with dark green pants tucked into black boots. He had dog tags hanging around his neck that had something on them, though I couldn't make it out. There was something about him that seemed off. Though I couldn't put my finger on it. He walked on without looking back.

    "Excuse you!" I called after him.no response. "ugh."

    "I apologize for my friend, miss?" A soft voice stated while grabbing one of my books.

    "Olivia-Rose. Though my friends call me Vee," I said, gathering all of my things. " And you are?"

    "Kyler. Stranter? We have History class together." He said, looking at my book.

    "A Series of Mysteries. I love that book." He gave a sly smile. I swiped it out of his hand.

    "Your friend back there didn't seem to like me" I said as I looked him up and down. 

    He was the most popular kid in the school. He looked to be a surfer-type Kid, too. I could understand why the girls were going nuts over him; He was cute. Though I never truly cared enough to notice.

    "Yea, he's .... not very good with people. He doesn't get along well, I mean." He said, unruffling his blue shirt.

    "I know what you mean."

    "HEY!!!" the boy from earlier called, running towards us. He had a husky voice. 

    "Get away from her!" he grabbed Kyler's shirt. His ears had a strange point to them. Why didn't I notice it before?

    "No harm, man. Wasn't doing anything, just talking." Kyler put his hands up.

    " Don't even! " He got closer to Kyler. I started to pull him off.

    "Let him go! Besides, you knocked me down, so why do you care?" I yelled. 

    He stopped and turned to give me a look of shock.

    "This isn't over." 

    He dropped him and walked off. I dropped to make sure he was ok. He shrugged me off and stood up.

    "Nice chatting with you, Vee." He stalked off towards the boy.

    "We aren't friends." I said