Death Princess

Chapter 1

The sun was hidden by patches of dark clouds, making the empyrean dull. The sky was an endless streak of grey, not even one bird was flying. The dead leaves cascading lazily from the trees made the milieu lifeless and dreary.

Yeniya quickly averted her eyes. Looking at the sight only made her want to run away. It was the total opposite of what she was feeling.

She caught sight of the tarpaulin with a caption "WELCOME SENIORS" above the paneled door of Washington high in front of her. She walked towards the veranda of the school, each step was heavier than the one before.

She reached the entrance, her heart beat loudly on her chest. She grabbed the metal handle bar, gripping it tight until her hand became white.

A drop of sweat trickled on her forehead as her vision became blurry from the tears that was forming on the tip of her eyes. She could feel her breathing accelerate. Her feet shook, trembling like a leaf. She was glad she'd arrived at school two hours early. She knew something like this would likely happen.

She could not help but feel nervous. This was her fourth school and every time she had to change schools, this was always her dilemma; how to get inside the entrance door.

Anxiety gripped her like a tidal wave. She pushed down the lump that formed on her throat. All she wanted was to go back home, set herself a cup of hot chocolate, snuggle up on their newly bought sofa and read a book.

At home alone was where she would be confined. Refraining her from touching strangers and seeing visions. People would be safe from her, but she knew she had to go to school or else her father would only worry.

A tremor ran through her body as she remembered the reason why they had to leave again. All the stares, the anger -- NO! She had promised her dad not to think about the incident. He said that it was an accident, something she had no control over. Although she knew that it was not her fault, the guilt still hurt like a jackhammer on her gut.

She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and opened the door.

Her old worn out sneakers tapped on the marble floor with a loud thud that rang all throughout the hall. The hallway was reticently quiet as expected on early mornings. To both her right and left were rows of white painted lockers. The faint tick tock of the clock at the farthest end of the hallway was the only sound she could hear. Not a single soul was present. She held back a sigh, relieved that she still the only person at school.

Her footsteps echoed loudly as she went her way to the register which was at the farthest end. The clock was above the entrance of the office. The pendulum sway of the old brown electromagnetic clock mesmerized Yeniya. Her hand absent-mindedly gripped the door knob of the registrar's office though her eyes was still fixed on the clock.

Her thoughts were in awe of how such a very old item was still operational. She had always known that things made in the past were more sturdy and long lasting than the ones made in her time. She could tell that the clock was made in quality and not through quantity.

Drown in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that someone was twisting the doorknob at the opposite end.

The door was yanked open, pulling her towards the door. To her surprise, she loosed her grip on the knob, tripped backwards on her own feet and landed on the ground with a thud. She winced as she felt the pain on her butt.

A woman - a blonde was facing her back on Yeniya, wearing a white knee-length dress.

"This discussion is not yet over!" The devil-angel shouted at someone inside the office. Having said that, the girl looked down and met Yeniya in the eye. The blonde looked like an angel straight from heaven but with her eyebrows knit together and eyes that could cut through steel, Yeniya could see that she was more like a war born entity -the devil instead of a guardian. The girl just rolled her eyes and sent a hmph her way.