The Fallen Stars

Chapter 1 Esme

It's day 475, and I still don't have an escape plan. I don't have a plan on where to go. I don't have a plan about how I'll survive. So math class will be my plan for now. The Marwoods are my foster family for now, they are the richest family in town... Mr. Marwood is planning on becoming mayor, hence why they are fostering me for a good look. Their hospitality and care are to be questioned, but I take the blows and try not to get some more.

I'm walking through the locker hall now, the archways and walls are naked brown bricks, and the floor are off-white tiles.

As I make my turn to the left, I bump into a girl, of course it would be Lezabel Patricks. The Queen Bee of the school.  "Well, well, look who we have here." Says Lezabel. She might be a beauty, but don't let that fool you. She's pretty on the inside but wicked on the inside. next to her is three other girls, her group. They are all wearing the school uniform, black skirt with white button up shirt. And a black jacket. Lezabel's dark brown hair is straightened and pulled back with a silver band. Katie's white blond hair is in two high ponytails, with two strands of hair around her face. Her white hair complements her tanned and freckled skin. Annalise has her thick black brades with blue tips, her dark skin made the blue pop. Ballinda's black hair is in a low bun.

"Lezabel, Katie, Annalise, Ballinda. Nice seeing you here. Unfortunately, I can't stay... I got math, so I have to chat with you a bit later" I say uneasy. They just stare at me. "We need to talk now."

"Are one of you Esme Pan?" Says a deep voice behind Lezabel. "Not now loser." Lezabel says annoyed while turning. She freezes,  the deep voice belongs to a quite good looking guy. Messy light brown hair, grayish blue eyes. He's tall probably a head taller than me. Seriously!? WHY AM I SO SHORT? He's wearing black pants and a white button up shirt, and the black jacket. And white shoes.
He's strikingly handsome. And vaguely familiar.

I try to figure out where I might have seen him before, but I got inturupted by Lezabel's stuttering.
"OH! I thought you're someone else. I'm Lezabel. Are you the new student?" She reaches her hand out for a shake, but he looks annoyed by her presence. That's the first.

"Mr Barlowe, has asked me to get Esme." He says nonchalantly.

"Oh, of course we were just asking her if she would want to join us for lunch, right girls?" Lezabel says, smiling sweetly. I must stop myself from rolling my eyes! "Oh yes, we were!" Says Katie nervously. The boy passed me to go to his class.
"Listen here, you better meet us at lunch. Or else." Lezabel whisper angrily.
I nod and leave... I tried looking around for the new boy, but he disappeared. disappointed, I go to my math class.

I open the door of math class, and there he is next to Mr. Barlowe. They're both staring at me, the boy expressionless, and Mr. Barlowe, a little bit annoyed.
Mr. Barlowe has jelled dark brown hair. And wearing a red button up shirt with black pants and a belt, with a gray tie. He's in the mid forties.
I walk to my desk. "You're five minutes late. Ms. Pan." I sit down and take a breath.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was..." I think of what to say, but the new boy finishes for me.
"She was showing me the way, but one of the teachers called her to help with something." He stares at me, observing me, looking for something. I don't know what. Whatever it is, it would probably not be there.

"Oh, very well then. As I was saying, this is Ainsley... I'm sorry. What's your last name again?" Mr. Barlowe, asks baffled.
"Pan. Ainsley Pan." Ainsley says, still staring at me.
"Ainsley Pan. Welcome. Esme, will you please show Mr. Ainsley, around the school?" Mr. Barlowe, asks, unamused.
"Okay... I'll do it." I say with a small smile. 

"Alright then, take a seat, please." Mr. Barlowe, ushered Ainsley to his seat.
Ainsley, takes a seat at a desk that is in the row next to me. Great!

After a SUPER long hour of math, it's time for lunch.
I was packing my math books into my backpack, and then I caught Ainsley, in the corner of my eye. He's standing there and waiting for me. I sigh.