The Catalyst

Chapter I: Dante

It was winter. The dark clouds shaded over like a blanket. A blanket that dropped small snowflakes on the ground. Dante looked up at the sky with a desperate look on his face. "The one day she makes me walk home, and it wants to snow." Dante complained. Dante liked snow. He lived with it for as far as he can remeber. But everytime it snowed, a blizzard would come next. It always does. It starts out so peaceful and beutiful, and turns into something fatal.

Dante was 15 years old at the time. Life was just starting to show its face into his world. Since Dante never really had a social life in the years before, or really had any interaction with the outside world, he didnt know how life really worked. And how difficult it will be. Dante was homeschooled most of his life. The reason for this was because Dante is an orphan. An orphan with a strict foster mother who never let him leave the house. Until now, of course.

The reason Dante was walking home that day was becuase his foster mother(whom he called jay) let him go to high school for 9th grade, for his 15th birthday. Open house was that day. Jay dropped him off and told him she'll be back when it was over. She never came. So he walked slowly down the white gravel road, with the sensation of freezing in his cheeks. The snow soon turned into a terrible blizzard. "Of course." Dante said to himself.

When Dante made it home he was covered in ice, from head to toe. He walked shuffling like a penguin into the door, to his foster mom sleeping on the couch. "Figured." He said. "I have the start of frostbite on my cheeks just so you can have an afternoon nap. Well fuck you too." He took his coat off and put it on the hanger next to the door. He walked slowly to his room rubbing his cheeks softly. He layed on his bed and started to think.

Dante thought about the people he saw at open house. Even though he didnt talk to them they still caught his eye. Esspecially this one girl. Her name was Layla. He saw her while meeting their first period teacher. In Dante eyes she was stunning. He remembered almost every detail about her. Long brown hair. Beutiful brown eyes to match. She was wearing a dress too. Which just made her even more beutiful to Dante. "I can only dream about having a girl like that" he thought. He than closed his eyes and fell asleep.