Nine lives

First day of school

Ch.2

I take a peek at the girl in the mirror. Not bad, I think. My reflection shows me a lean but muscular girl around the age of seventeen with raven black hair and emerald eyes; she sports a frilly tunic with matching cardigan and skirt. Since I own no house of my own I am now residing in a small log cabin at the brink of my old forest. It's usual owner was out for a hunting trip when a hunger crazed cougar unfortunately decided to have some homo sapien for supper. Although I care not for most humans, I did feel a pang of sorrow for the unlucky man. Using his death to my advantage, I sneaked into his home, stole his savings and used them to purchase new garments rather than my usual all-black attire. I also enrolled myself in a nearby high school, feeling optimistic. Since I have long studied human behaviour, I will have no problem fitting in. Walking out the door, I head towards my first day of school.

"Ah..." I sigh heavily as I sit myself on a bench outside the school. The classes have drained a great deal of my energy, more than I suspected. A regular flow of students file out of the dated school into the autumn sun's light. My day has gone by relatively smoothly apart from fifth period math class. That's when I spotted him. Blue eyes the color of the ocean, black hair, olive skin and a piercing stare. Just like my ability to sense things that are false, something inside me told me he would be of importance in my future, that he was no normal teen.

"Hey..." I hardly hear the silky smooth voice for I was so deep in thought. Whipping my head around with incredible speed my eyes fall on the unusual boy from math class.

"Hi" I answer, not knowing how I should proceed.

"I noticed you we're in my math class; did you happen to catch if we had any homework?" Shoot! I wasn't listening in any classes, especially in math.

"Umm, I don't think so." I feel stupid listening to myself talk because of the slight quiver in my voice.

"Are you new here? It sounds like you have an accent." He sits down beside me and looks searchingly in my eyes.

"I do? I guess people don't notice those types of things in theirselves... I have traveled a lot." Now that was a huge understatement if I ever heard one. "And you?" I ask curiously.

"Been in this town all my life, I live in the orphanage up the hill." That was not the truth, I was sure of it.

"So no parents huh?" I inquire.

"Nope, you?"

"I live alone" I realize I'm having a conversation with a person I do not know and I'm opening myself up to. Not a good thing.

"What's your name?" I decide to be the one asking the questions instead.

"Felix, and yours?"

"Lucy" that was the name I decided to use for school, Lucy Wilco.

"Nice meeting you Lucy, I got to run." Felix and I both get to our feet and he extends his hand. I notice he sports a beat up gold ring on his index. I reach out and shake it. He departs, leaving me in a state of utter confusion. I had exactly the same ring, but get this; I got it three thousand years ago.