Taken

Prologue

Saddie~

The day I'd met him. It hadn't been a day full of sunshine nor chirping birds perched at my bedroom window that indicated that you'd meet your true love and live happily ever after. Matter of fact, it'd been the exact opposite.

Instead of the loud ringing of my alarm clock from my bedside table , it was the loud and not so subtle pelting of the rain on the glass that shielded the window that woke me up from my enjoyable slumber.

It was no surprise that when I finally got put of bed, I was awoken to the dark stormy sky and heavy rain, it was after all, another typical day in forks.

With a grunt, I walked past the mirror that hung on the wall, - catching a glimpse of my unruly dark hair that stuck up all over the place and the white line of drool that had managed to dry up from the side of my pink lips to the bottom edge of my chin, and the dried tears stopping at the bridge of my nose- and walked straight into the bathroom, first brushing my teeth and then taking off my clothes and proceeding to the large bath tub that was planted at the corner of the quite quaint room.

Once finished, I stepped back into the room, a towel wrapped around my body while a smaller one was wrapped around my head.

7:40am.

The alarm was signifying. It meant I would have to let my hair air dry today. Hurriedly, I put on a pair of underwear and pulled on a t-shirt and faded jeans, not forgetting to drag my hoodie with me as I practically ran out the room, my bag around one shoulder, the towel on my hair falling off at some point in time much to my unawareness .

If it were up to me, I would never had liked to leave the vicinity of my bedroom, where I was, and I quote "safe", but with the kind of parents I had, that was near to impossible.

"You're late for school" My mother looked up from her computer to give me a stern looking at. "I also see your dressing sense hasn't improved".

I chose to ignore her, grabbing a granola bar and a bottle of water from the fridge before giving her a light peck on the cheek. It was no surprise my father wasn't home, and when he was, well.. That was for another day.

I took a few deep breaths before opening the house door, hoodie now on, the hood covering my face partially with the end of the sleeves had gone way past my fingers.

With a beep, the doors to my Chevrolet had unlocked and I got in, starting the engine, and prepared to drive myself to my own personal hell.

High school.

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It was not a new thing for me that as soon as I stepped into the Clayton High School building, the whispers started.

From all angles, I could hear people murmuring all sorts of disgusting rumours they'd heard from all over the place. I rubbed my eyes and continued speedingly to my locker, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

'I heard she's a sl7t.'

'Yeah,me too, and I heard she tried to break he and his new girlfriend up. '

'What a bitch. '

I counted from a - Z in my head trying not to lose my calm, not to go to the opposite locker and smash the head of those bimbos into the metallic lockers.

Instead, I slid my key into the keyhole and collected my books, slamming the locker loud enough for the girls to notice I'd heard them and watched as they scurried away in their short dresses and skirts.

My hair was still damp and I kept of pulling my fingers through it as I walked to biology class, the bell ringing at the same moment.

You can do it. Just make it to biology class without falling apart again. My subconscious pep talked me as I struggled to pull my feet.

There were still a huge amount of students all around me that seemed to be waiting for something and watching me at the same time. Flipping at them would be a waste of time anyways.

At least he wasn't in this class. My subconscious reminded me, and a little sense of relief flooded me.

Soon, the door to the biology lab came in view and I prepared to enter, well, I was preparing to enter when I was called.

"Hey! You! Come here" Slowly, I turned back slowly to be face to face with Conner Maxfield. As 'unrealistic' as it sounded, there weren't such labels as 'bad boys', no, those were meant for the novels. We had cheerleaders, jocks and basketballers, smokers, lesbians, thieves, lonely boys, school ditchers and bullies of course, but sorry, no such things as bad boys.

Conner Maxwell happened to be the best friend of the one person I was wishing to punch, or kiss, whichever came first. He was the Co captain of the basketball team, and frankly, I was deeply terrified to why he was calling on me. I noticed my hands shaking fervently as he studied me. I suddenly felt self conscious.

His dark tussle hair laid in curls over his head and his deep sea green eyes were piercing through my fading blue ones with such intensified hate, it made shivers run down my spine.

Slowly, I opened my mouth to give him a reply. It managed to sound as sparky and bold as if intended it to. "Yes? " I raised a dark eyebrow up.

He looked me up and down wearily, with a sense of disgust as if wondering what creature had given birth to me.

He stepped even closer if that was possible, and looked me even squarely in the eyes. His hands were balled at his sides as if scared he'd punch me if given the chance.

"I'm only going to tell you this once,"my gaze shifted from him to the floor. "and next time, you won't be so lucky. " he took in a breath, trying to stay calm." Stay. Away. From. Jeff. " he slowly insinuated every syllable, slowly and in a threat like manner to make sure I'd gotten the message.

And then he walked away as fast as he'd came.

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Please vote and comment! First time writing a teen fiction and I'd like to know what you think.

~Chelle.