K2(Black butler Fanfic)

So this is my First Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler, fan fic.

Honestly I am quite worried and I know this part is going to be short and I hope you guys enjoy and comment and vote on it.

Thank you.

~Cheri

I sat there in my bed holding a pen and sketch pad. I started to draw something. First it was a crow, I been dreaming about crows for the past two months now. You might think something is wrong with me. Next I start to draw my band teacher, sharp cold expression, hair black as night but part funny as a teacher will do. White, white as a ghost of night with his long but slender features made me think that drawing was here, in my room of Mister M. TAP TAP. I did not move a inch, the windows in my room fly open." Se-Sebastian!" My voiced mumbled in shock. He smiles. It's a devilish smile. He might be handsome but to me I think he is up to something. "Yes, milord." My eyes widen in shock and he get on one knee like he is going to propose. I smack him across the face. "Mister M, why in the fuck are you in my room." "You ask me that, Milord." He looks at me with sadistic crimson eyes, this day can not be any stranger then it all ready started.

Monday August 26th of the year 2013

GOOD morning everyone and today if the first day back of Palisoda High school and how was your summer, just fine I hope. Now we are back to the uniforms and where you guys are designated for your orientations, Freshman in the Café, Junior's and Senior's in the Auditorium and Sophomore's are in the gyms. Have a wonderful day!

I look at the intercom at distaste. My Aunt the same old same old every year. I go up the long corridor that leads to the upper auditorium, still in my street clothing people look at me like I came from a rave a artistic paint splattering rave. With the rings all on my face most people and teachers believe that I am not a true American Phantomhive.

I slump in my chair. The scratchy thick cloth of the upholstery of the chair rubs on my bare arms and i feel the srange feel of people tocuching me. I hate it it makes me feel uneasy like a fish on a areoplane that is tens of thousands of miles in the air and slowly suffocating to its death. Its more then a Pet peeve of mine its the grossness of males and females going up me in a rugby match. But I think you get it now.

The teacher notices me and goans my name. "Anabelle Eliza..."

"...Bitch Phantomhive of bees. At your glorious throne King Thames."

He glares at me and I chuckle and he hands me a slip and I read it.

Hey you little brat change your clothing of your auntie will know that your the biggest punk of the school.

I Laugh and get up and walk of to him he tosses my piccolo case to the wall and I catch it "Fuck my baby you the job you have is going to be null and void in your ass."

I walk brisk pace, my leather heels stomping on the ground, the long cross on my neck and I start running down the stair ways and I run into somebody or some thing.

CRASH

"Watch were you are going you fu...."

The sheet music falls like snow and he looks at me. Snow White skin, Ice blue eyes, Glasses and a causal out fit for a teacher here and he looks up and picks up the music. I notice he looks up my Skirt.

"Ummm who are you?"

"Sebastian Michaelis, Milord."

I stand up real quick. "I am Anabelle Elizabeth Phantomhive Sir nice to met you the music halls are on the second floor on the left."

I run the other way and I feel his gaze I am scared. It felt like I know him and he knows me.