Chapter 1.
Dark Encounters
"Shhhh....." the wind hissed through my bedroom window, that I swore I closed last night. Feeling the cool wind blow under my very light sheets, I shivered, even though it was early winter it felt colder than usual. With hesitation I sprang from my bed to close the window and still keep my body heat, until I realized what time it was. I was going to be late for school.
"Mom?!" I yelled from the top of the staircase hoping for an answer.
"Good morning Lex," my adoptive mother, Lori greeted me politely as I ran through the kitchen.
"Morning Lex!" Valerie, my six year old sister chanted gleefully, as normal six year olds would.
"Morning, hey has anyone seen my backpack, I'm running really late," I said a little too quickly searching every part of the kitchen. Lori rolled her eyes and handed me my extremely large backpack.
"Thanks," I muttered knowing there would be no way that I could make it on time today. I grabbed my backpack and scurried out the door and into my car. I could barely hear my mother shout,
" Have a nice day honey!" as I drove down the street.
"What a great day it's going to be today," I moaned sarcastically to myself, who was I kidding my days in school were never great, and apparently never would be. I'm what people call the quiet type, I don't converse with people, I don't join any activities beyond school, and I never dated one guy, ever. I'm different from most people you meet, I was adopted when I was born, and no one, not even my adoptive parents know who my real parents are or were. I always wonder who they are, or even if they are alive or not, but why make my life more complicated than it is. I have a wonderful family that loves me, and I could never want anything more, except maybe an adventurous life. Yeah, that's for sure to happen, not.
I finally made it to the school parking lot as late as I was, and I looked like a mess. My long jet black hair was over my eye like usual, straggly but straight. It was covering my colorless almost glittering skin; I tried so hard to tan. But what did I really care about my appearance? No one would ever hang out with me, so why did I try so hard? I'm just different, I can't explain it, but I am.
I walked as fast as I could to my locker in time to get some of literature, my favorite class. I started to run with my books when suddenly I collided with another girl," Ow!" the girl yelped," Watch where you're going!"
I tried to gather all my books," Sorry."
As snobby as she was all she let out was a dramatic huff and walked away. I touched my head gingerly where there most likely was going to be a bruise. I attempted to get up when I noticed someone helping me. I didn't look up at first dreading to see a teacher or a janitor and their overly bored faces. I finally decided to look up to see who my rescuer was. I looked up into these stunning crystal eyes. There stood a guy with plum colored hair and silver eyes helping me pick up my books. He handed them to me, nodded, and then walked away. I gazed down at the books this striking male had just handed me, but when I looked back to where he was standing there was no sign of him, anywhere.
I started to wonder," Where could he have gone? It's not that big of a hallway." As much as I wanted to know about it, I decided to drop it for now, before I got detention for being extremely late.
"Nice of you to join us Miss Marter, will you please take a seat before I get impatient and give you detention?" Mr. Grady said in a disgustingly, irritated tone. I felt my face blaze under my skin, my pale complexion beet red. Ignoring the soft giggles surrounding me, I took a seat in the back of classroom.
