Chapter 1
I opened my eyes, the green ones, and rolling out of my bed hitting the stupid alarm clock in the process. I quickly combed my ragged brown hair and pulled over my ever present skull shirt, the only thing my dream self and I seemed to have in common. I then snatched my flip phone from my charger and grabbed my five year old raggedy black converse. I analyzed myself in the mirror. Yep I met the bare minimum of socially acceptable.
"ANDY!! WAKE UP OR I'M GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH!!!!" Ah yes, and those were my verbally abusive "Foster Parents" Stephanie and Fredrick, I refuse
to call those assholes Mom and Dad. They didn't deserve that respect. " Coming!!!" And with that, I grabbed my backpack and lobbed myself over the railing nearly squashing Stephanie and her pointy breasts in the process. I absently wondered how much plastic surgery she had on them.
"Andy!! You were supposed to be down here like ten minutes ago!! Now who's going to make me breakfast?!?!" Good God, she looked and sounded like a fucking banshee with her pepto bismol colored hair. I stared at her blankly. "Hey idiot, are you fucking braindead?! Your Mother asked you a question?!" AAANNNNDDD there was Fredrick. " She's not my Mother, and as much as I would love to continue this topic with you, I have this thing called school, I don't know if you've ever heard of it but I kind of have to go so I don't end up as a dumbass like you." And with that, I walked out the door, skateboard in hand as I left two outraged foster-bitches behind me.
On the ride to school my mind absently drifted back to the dream. More specifically, the hooded person. They had never appeared in my prior dreams which was odd, because my reoccuring dreams never gain new people. But what was odder was that they had called me 'Andy' , normally people in the dream world called me 'Annabelle.' I huffed giving a particularly aggravated push with my foot as I rocketed down the streets of New York as the topic exited my mind.
I made it to school just as the tardy bell rang, cursing I shoved my skateboard into my backpack as I sprinted towards my class, hoping the God that I didn't believe in that the teacher hadn't taken attendance yet. I snuck close to the door peeking in through the window. Mr.Klayden was facing the board. Time to make my move. Cautiously, I opened the classroom door and snuck inside. All of the other students began to snicker behind their hands, finding my situation hillarious, 'well I'm glad someones enjoying themselves' I thought to myself with a sassy roll of the eyes. Almost there. "REAPER!!!"
I jumped at the unexpected shout and nervously turned around to face an angry Mr. Klayden. "Yes sir?" I slowly tried shuffling the rest of the way to the desk. "This is the 5th time that you've been tardy. You do know what that means correct?" I inwardly cringed. " That means that I need to go to the office to get a pass." His smug pointy face took on a gleeful look." Aaaannnnndddd?" Dammit. "After school detention." I grumbled. Honestly between Klayden and the Foster Parents, I couldn't tell who was worse. As I walked up to the front of the classroom to head to the office, the Bastard gave me my detention pass. "You're detention is after school today Mr. Reaper." God I just wanted to punch his abnormally small nose in so bad. " You know if you wanted to keep me after school to make out with me you could have just told me." And I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel somewhat satisfied as the classroom erupted into giggles and Mr. Klayden turned an interesting shade of red as I exited the stuffy room.
By the time that I had reached the office for my Tardy Pass first block was over. Since I still had all my shit with me I just decided 'to hell with it' and just headed to second block deciding that I wasn't going to check in with Mr. Klayden. At least Biology was a class I could stand. I sat down in my seat near the back of the class and took out my battered navy blue flip phone and began to play Tetris. " Okay class we have a new student today......" I tuned out Mrs. Peraliana from that point on, i didn't really care about the new student anyways, plus I already knew everything I needed to know to pass this course, so I just carried on with the task at hand.
After growing bored of stacking rainbow blocks that fell endlessly from the sky I put down my phone and turned mindlessly forward, before my eye caught something interesting. There was someone in the seat ahead of me and while that was normal enough, the hood was not. I rapidly began wracking my brain for their name, wishing that I had payed better attention when Mrs. Peraliana had introduced them, but I couldn't remember their name for the life of me. While I continued pulling blanks on the name, I continued to stare at the back of their head suddenly seeing a plethora of similarities between this person and the person from my dream. The long fiery hair, the hooded face, serious nature. I suddenly looked down at my desk, not even realizing that I had begun to sketch the person from my dream. The hood, the armor, the skirt, scarf belt, and then there they were, on my paper. My savior. The bell chose that moment to ring. Time for lunch.
The class practically stampeded out of the room, I hang back to avoid being trampled, turns out I'm wasn't the only one with that idea. I looked to my right to see the hooded figure. I eyed them suspiciously before walking out, sketch in hand. Time to get some food.
The rest of the day flew bye and before I knew it, school was out. Deciding today was too pretty of a day to have detention on, I ditched. Taking my skateboard out of my backpack I stepped on and rocketed down the streets, or I was until a flash of fiery hair in an ally way made me backtrack. Slowly, I entered the ally way and walked to the end, towards the stock still figure. "Hello." I asked gently, placing my hand on their shoulder, recognizing them as the hooded person from his Biology class. They flinched back. " There's nothing to be afraid of ." They tentatively took a step forwards towards me. Suddenly I had an idea, although looking back on it now I don't know what I had been trying to accomplish. I took off my backpack and reached inside fishing around for my target, the hooded person watching me with curiosity. Finally I found what I had been looking for. I held up my picture of the hooded warrior, "do you know them?" And before I knew it I was being roughly shoved up against the wall the hooded figure snarling, and I could suddenly see underneath the hood. Burning red eyes stared at me with anger and I vaguely realized that it was a girl. " How do you know that person?!" She so close now I could feel the fury rolling off her in waves and I held my hands up in a peaceful manner. "She was someone I saw in my dreams". Her eyes became dilated as she slowly lowered me back to the ground and stepped back In shock. "Andy?" It was barely above a whisper but I still heard it. " Yep, that's me." I grumbled as I dusted myself off. She stepped forwards to help" it's fine," I said waving her off . "So you're the hooded warrior?" She looked vaguely amused with the name that I had given her " the names Robin. Robin Redhood." It was my turn to be amused. "Cool name, what's with the hood though?" She stepped back again, seeming to have a silent argument with herself before finally pulling back the Navy hood that she wore. Underneath was a pale face, she had freckles waist length fiery hair that had come undone at some point, but I was more focused on the Ruby gem that had been burned into her forehead.
