Strange

Chapter 1

                 

Once upon a time, that's how all-good stories start right? At least the ones we hear when we're little at least.  My time of being protected was over. I have to fend for myself. Instead of facing the problem head on here I am under the old oak tree by the park. A storm's coming I should head home, but my legs don't move. Taking a puff from my joint, debating whether or not to retreat home. This late afternoon vibe is all off.

            I get up flicking and stepping on my joint. Getting into my old pickup truck. I drive off. In my dazed state I somehow make it home in one piece. Opening the front door stepping in immediately something's wrong. The music box, my mother always leaves it on before leaving for work. The house is dead silent. That is up until my blood cursed scream breaks that silence.

2 Months Earlier...

            Stepping into those dull lifeless corridors coffee in my hand, scowl on my face. Walking towards the office, eyes everywhere silently judging me. Not that I let it get to me. I am not here I please anyone. The rain pouring outside soothing sounds of the thunder. Finally reaching the office doors. Only one receptionist at the desk, I try my luck.

"Hi, I'm Cassie. Cassie Blake. I need my schedule please." I say.

"Very well sign here please. Your bus pass, schedule and locker information is all in here." She replies politely.

"Thanks." I bid her a farewell and get going.

            I've done this a couple of time I guess you could say. I move around a lot. Hopefully I can finish my senior year without having to move again. Transferring to a new school so late in the year kind of sucks, but I mean I have no control over it. That's my life though. I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's my destiny.

            As I head on for the search for my new locker I take in my surroundings.

Pale blue lockers, white walls, benches along the hallways, big glass opening with seats and plants probably a student hangout. Coming to a stop at my locker feeling a strong gaze my way. I turn towards the person staring me down... realizing I've caught him he smirks at me and walks away. I shake my head and put my bag in my locker grabbing my binder and head to my first class.

Stepping into my new English class all eyes stop on me. Not giving a care in the world I hand the teacher my ID, she hands it back telling me to have a seat anywhere. I spot a nice one in the back by the window I sit down and wait for class to start.

"Now class before we start, it seems that we have a new student. Cassie?" she says and calls out to me

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" she asks hopefully.

With my face as straight and emotionless as I can make it I say, "No'

I smirk at her reaction, as she composes herself and continues to start the lesson for the day. Ten minutes left in the period and the doors thrown open two guys come walking in. One of the two just so happens to be the one I had a staring contest with this morning. I laugh to myself. However his highly trained ears hear me. He catches my gaze and winks at me. My face turns cold instantly.

"Ms. Collins how you doing this fine day?" he asks our English teacher.

"Mr. Evans and Mr. Mikhelson, what is your excuse for missing most of my class this time?" she retorts.

"Well you see we got stuck in traffic miss. We do feel really awful for disturbing your class but we didn't want to miss the whole class." They answer with innocent faces.

I know that's complete bullshit but I keep my mouth shut. I'm not here to make enemies. I'm just trying to graduate and be on my way. I quirk an eyebrow at the pitiful lie... staring straight and Mr. Mikhelson he knows I know they're lying. I smirk and raise my hand, you can see it in his facial structures he's nervous about what I might have to say to Ms. Collins.