Stolen Past

Chapter two

Chapter two:

The realization

            I woke with start. The light of the sun found its way through the blinds making a way to my tired sum eyes. I looked over to my side table at the clock and noticed it was 7:00 a.m.

“Crap,” I said racing toward the shower…….. Time passed and within 20 minutes I only needed my hair to be done. I heard the faint sound of the doorbell. Gran talking to a voice too small for me to hear, and then light footsteps approaching my bedroom door.

“Hiya,” said the one and only Kim Moore. Kimberly Moore was the one person you would want to have your back. Within that pretty face was a fearless champion not afraid of anything or anyone. Best friend since 4th grade, this was my number 1 girl. “You ready to go.”

Putting my hair up into a high ponytail and pulling my leather jacket over my tank top and pulling on my combat boots, I faced Kim noticing her outfit for the first time. Kim was extremely beautiful in many ways from her dark chocolate eyes to her fiery burgundy hair, but when it came to fashion she could never be beat. All her choices matched with her. She wore white skinny jeans, a yellow tank top with a heart shape on it saying “As long as you love me”, blue undershirt, white and black striped blazer, and her unforgettable hand painted combat boots. I know what you’re thinking “what did you just say”, but that’s her style going so much with her personality and its stylish in a great way.

“Wow you look great, see you got the new blazer,” I exclaimed

“You look great too, but we better get going if we don’t want to be late”, Kim reasoned. Kim drove me to school this morning, I entered the doors of the school making my way into my locker. as I approached my locker someone taped my shoulder, I turned seeing it was Dylan.

“Hey casserole girl”, he teased, “how’s it going?” Dylan hair was it usual wave range of blond, his blue eyes popped from the color of the dark purple V-neck he wore. This boy was something and of course being the new boy, he was getting many looks from passing students, especially the girls.

“Hey Dylan, it going great actually, how are you?” I answered

“Great, now I see we will be more than neighbors”, Dylan announced, the school bell ringed announcing the start of first period.

“Got to go don’t want to be late, see you around Skylar,” he asked and walked away. Kim approached me and anguished me with a question.

“Who’s the cutie in the purple shirt”, she asked wiggling her eyebrows at me

“Oh! That’s Dylan, my new neighbor,” I answered sincerely

“Oooooo Dylan”, she teased. I told her to shut up and get to class. I walked into my science class, sitting down at my lab.

“Morning Sky”, said my best friend and lab partner Ryan Mitchel. Ryan the cute yet dorky football player. Ryan had brown hair with light hazel eyes, standing at 6 ft. tall, in jeans and a short sleeved black polo. Ryan sat in his seat giving me a warming smile as our teacher Mrs. Graveled started her lecture. Today was the all boring lesson on molecules that we learned in 8th grade when the door to our class room opened, reveling the principle and a tall boy. Our principle said something to Mrs. Graveled and left.

“Class we have a new student, Eli Azariel, welcome him with open arms,” Mrs. Graveled announced. Eli was a tall boy, with dark hair, wearing nothing but black clothing, a skull ring on his left hand, and a leather jacket. Something about the boy sent a cold chill down my spine, like someone breathing down my neck making my entire hair stands on their ends. Eli sat down in his assigned seat a few desks behind me to the right. Throughout the time in class the cold feeling was still there. His presence made me question every action I would do.

“Skylar”, someone murmured very faintly, I turned to ask Ryan if he said something but replied with a no.

“Skylar”, I heard it again just louder, more like a whisper. I turned to in both opposite directions to see if anyone called me. Turning my head I locked eyes with Eli, he was completely staring at me, the cold feeling washed over me. Eli narrowed his eyes at me.

“Skylar, you could hear me can’t you?” the voice echoed this time in my head, the voice laughed. I landed my eyes on Eli and his chest was heaving up and down like laughter motions. I turned away keeping that feeling of coldness. The bell rang, I jumped up and packed my stuff and try to leave this class room as fast as I could till a hand pressed against my elbow, taking me back with them. It was Eli, his eyes were the darkest shade of brown I have ever seen, almost black.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,”he asked

“N-No its fine”, I stammered and walked away. Something was wrong with that guy; he was good looking but seemed like someone you don’t want to mess with. I kept going through out my regular scheduled classes which I happened to have three with Dylan. Finally the end of school came; I got a call from gran saying that I had to pick up some groceries on the way home. I stopped by the town market. As I approached the store reading “Super-Mart” I bumped into someone (seems like I’m in counting many people today).

“Sorry I wasn’t looking,” I apologized, the person I had bumped into was a tall man around the age of 40, and he had board shoulders, a round face with brown eyes and dark hair, and pale skin.

“Oh no it’s okay”, he said, “your Skylar right?” the question caught me by guard how did this man know who i was. Unless he was friends with gran, but she would of mentioned this person. He must have noticed my confused face because he replied back.

“Your Nicole’s kid?” he asked

“Yes I am did you know my mother?” I questioned he simply nodded and walked away. I stared after him okay things were getting weird. I got gran’s needed supplies and headed home. Once I got there I went up to my room. In my room I was sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling when (I didn’t know if it was real or my imagination) but the stars began to move, then a something feel from behind my bookcase as I walked to it carefully I noticed it was a book. I grabbed it and held it in my hands. I let my finger run over the leather smooth surface of the book, no not a book some type of journal. I hesitated to open it, but I did, the pages held a raggedy feel almost like sandpaper. The dream that I had last night appeared in my mind, and I couldn’t believe what I saw.