A saviour.

Chapter one

Chapter 1

Ugh.... Why does everything look so new!?! I swear I did not learn any of this!!!

Hey there, subconscious! I'm in the middle of a calculus test, would you please concentrate?

No? FINE.

ANOTHER CALCULUS PAPER GONE WRONG

What am i gonna do????

"Your paper?", i know that voice anywhere! i looked up to find Mrs. Nolan waiting for meep to collect my paper. Realising that i wasn't gonna come back to reality any time soon she took the paper from my desk with yet another disappointed look and a heavy sigh and shuffled her way through the rest of the desks.

Geez...I'm sorry but your subject is just really mean to me.

I pick up my books and walk out of the class to where the other girls were.

"So how was it?" I asked. "The usual." Replied Izzy, the crazy short girl I've know for years and call my best friend, nodding towards Kate, the talented of the lot who was occupied in an exasperated conversation with the nerdiest nerd of all time, Penelope Dixon. I really don't get how these crazy aliens came to be my best friends.

"Well see ya guys, I got a free period and I really need to get to the library." I said and made my way out of the corridor to the stairs.

Wait a minute, i didn't really introduce myself now did I?

Well, HI!

I'm Angie Heathers.... Your worst nightmare. Just kidding.... No actually not. That is true if you're a boy.

Cause well I hate boys (the ones at school are all assholes) and they know it. I have straight black hair, green eyes and I'm around 5'5. I used to one of the tallest! But then WHAM! Puberty hit the boys and they became giants.

I am walking down the third floor corridor to where the library was. As stupid as it sounds the music room with its glorious noisiness was right down the corridor from the library. Don't get me wrong I love music, or rock to be precise. But that's exactly what the music teacher does not teach. So well....I dropped out of it. And the other reason to the impossible-to-end hatred I have against the music room owes to a bunch of "talented" hooligans from my grade. This "talented" group of insults to humanity is ONLY talented at this, cause when it gets to academic studies, there grades are literally F-ed up.

Well the gang leader of stupidity is none other than the teachers' pet and the most "adored-by-everyone-except-me" student, Bryan Clifford. To make my life even more miserable, the world had to have his (evil)twin Felix "felicity" Clifford. The two can cause disasters, not alone but with their clique of popular hooligans with the combined IQ of zero.

Why exactly do I hate them? Cause I don't get their claim to fame and why all the teachers adore such numbskulls.Gah I hate them.

Avoiding the death glares from the clique members and the music teacher himself I walked away like I owned this shit. Cause well, they can't do anything about it.

The library here is like safe haven. No bitchy cliques, no rude teachers and no tension at all. I walk in and wave at Ms. Helen, the librarian and the nicest staff in the whole school.

"Any new books?" I asked her.

"Friday, dear." She replied looking up from her computer smiling.

"But Friday is SOOO far away, like 3 whole days! Oh by the way, do u still have that copy of deathly hallows? Or has it been borrowed?"

"It's where it always is."

"Thanks Ms. Helen!" I say and make my way down to the restricted section.

The aisle next it was filled with star wars books. Does anyone read them? I don't never seen anyone there. Today unlike any other day there's someone in that aisle. I picked up the copy of deathly hallows and peek in to find out who .A boy wearing a black hoodie stood there skimming through one of the books. From what I could comprehend from the visible half of his face, he is Dylan Hunt. A boy I knew always existed in my grade but never spoke to. He seems quite the loner and unlike the others of his species...but well...who knew.

Paying absolutely no attention to my surroundings, i drop the deathly hallows with a loud 'thud'.

Bad Dobby! Bad Bad Dobby!!

I bent down to pick up the book. And my stupid glasses fell off....did it have to be that loose?!? Fantastic! I can't see shit!

I fell to the ground randomly spreading my hands out to the floor to see if I could feel it.

"Here." An absolutely unfamiliar voice called out.

I looked out to see the same hoodie guy.

I muttered an embarrassed "thanks" and wore the glasses. I picked up the book and the kid held out his hands so that I could get up.

I muttered yet another thanks and started awkwardly dusting off the creases of my grey uniform skirt.

"I'm Darth Vader, by the way." He said. I just rolled my eyes.

Yeah sure kid. Your name is totally not Dylan. Wait....He didn't leave yet?

"Nope" he said again.

Oh.

Wait what!?!

"Woah woah.... You heard me say that in my head??" I asked him.

"I used my jedi powers." He said.

I stared at him for a second....like...what was this guy?

"Sure." I then lamely retorted.

Geez...Angie, way to make the first impression.

"Anyways it was nice meeting u Vadey. See ya around!"

"Bye Angie."

Wait he knows my name?!? Of course he does I'm the awesomest thing on this planet.