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1. moving in

A/N: above is the infamous Miss Melanie Davis :)
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My eyes were glued on the front door of North East High. Students were flowing in, meeting up with their long time friends, greeting each other after summer vacation. I was all alone. I had no one to go up to, and hug, saying how much I missed them. I am the new girl, who moved here from a small town in Pennsylvania. I have secrets like the next person, only I'd rather keep them hidden. Forever.

Right as the bell rang, my feet decided to start working, causing me to head inside the doors to a new high school. It's my senior year, and I couldn't be happier. I just wished that my mom would've waited to have me move across the country to my grandma's house after I graduated from my old school. Having to leave all my friends was hard, but it had to be done. And I could not be selfish about it, especially when she wanted me to forget what had happened to me this summer. She wanted me to start over, and runaway from my haunting past that lives in my present.

I looked around the hallway, seeing numerous lockers lined against the walls. There were turns here and there, leading to a new corridor. Walking around aimlessly, I had finally found the administration's office. Sighing in relief, I reached for the doorknob, only for it turn already.

Suddenly, a tall, olive-skinned male exited, bumping into my shoulder. My blue eyes followed him down the hall, as he hadn't stopped to say sorry. I could feel myself growing frustrated, veins perpetrating underneath my eyes. I knew I needed to calm down. I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head at the scene. A woman called out to me, my head snapping out at the sound of her voice.

"Are you new here? And I'm sorry about Harry. He's in a sour mood." Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes were glued on me. I smiled shyly, walking over to the desk she was sitting behind. I readjusted the bag strap against my shoulder, nodding my head at her question.
"Yes, I am new here. I'm actually here to get my schedule and locker number? The name is Melanie Davis." I spoke softly, watching as she nodded her head and typed away on her keyboard. The sound of a printer rang in my ears, my eyes flicking over to the source. My senses were always superb, but now, everything was intensified. The front desk clerk, who's name I learned was Ms. Darcy, handed me a small piece of paper. It had a list of classes, a locater's map on it, along with my locker number. "Here you go sweetheart! I will call your first period teacher and let her know that you might be a couple minutes late, due to finding your way around."

After thanking her, I was back into the hall, where swarms of bodies were walking and taking up all the space. I forced my way into the crowd, looking down at my schedule to focus on something other than the scents that whirled around me. Stopping in my tracks, I realized I was going in the wrong direction. When a second bell rang, all the bodies left the halls empty as they scurried to class. Everyone, except me. Groaning, I pressed my palm against my forehead, turning around in the right direction. Not noticing where I was going, I bumped into a body. I was terrified to look up. One, due to the fact my face was as red as a beet, and two, because I recognized the inking of this person's arms.

Mark, was it? Jason, was it? No..

My thoughts were storming a mile a minute when I finally looked up, seeing the same olive-skinned male I did earlier. His presence irritated me a bit, since I had gotten so frustrated with him earlier. His crisp, emerald eyes were glued on me, a smug smirk hung on his lips. The things I'd do to rip that smirk off. "Well, hello there beautiful," his voice cried out, his eyes scanning my physical features. I noticed in his voice there was a hint of an accent, British maybe. Out of habit, my teeth snagged onto my bottom lip as I pressed my nails against the palm of my hand.

"Uh, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I managed to muster out, my cheeks hot. This male could obviously see the pink tint, for that smug grin on his facial features had only began to widen. I'm not blushing, idiot. "It's okay lovely, I'll let it slide." His voice was huskier than the first time he had spoke, causing chills to run down my arms. I was still in shock to come up with another response, so I turned on my heel and began to walk away. Just as I was maybe twenty steps away, I heard the clanking of heavy boots, and a voice calling after me.

"Hey! Let me walk you," the male's voice sang, his large hands snagging the piece of paper from my own hands. His soft green eyes scanned over the words, a crease in his brows as he focused. "We have homeroom, English, and Econ together." At this point, I was mentally screaming. I didn't even know who this was, yet he took it upon himself to befriend me. And I had to spend three periods a day with him? Unbelievable! I would not have snapped out of my thoughts if I didn't hear him walking away. My feet carried me to where he was, a door swinging up.

An older, female teacher stood at the head of the classroom, her wrinkly hand rested against her hip. "Harold, why're you late? It is the first day of school, you couldn't show up on time?" The sound of her voice made me swoon, she had a sweet grandmother persona, but at the same time, she looked quite tough.

Harold! Or Harry, that's what it was!

"In my defense Ms. Crothers, I was bringing the new girl with me. She got a little lost." My eyes were rolling at this point. I stepped out from behind him, snatching my schedule back from him. "Sorry I am late, I was stopped multiple times," I muttered under my breath. "That's alright, dear. The halls can be a little confusing. No worries on the matter, Ms.Darcy informed me a little while ago. Take a seat wherever you'd like." To say the least, she was generous enough not to make me stand in front of the class and embarrass myself more. After nodding and smiling towards her, I regained my confidence and walked to an empty desk in the back.

I did not want to be here; I wanted to be back in Pennsylvania with all my friends, and asleep in my bed. I knew I couldn't ever show my face again there, but I wanted to. But instead, I was in sunny Malibu, California, with a headache and an itching feeling to go home. My home. When I looked to the front of the room, I saw those damn emerald eyes staring at me, as if Harry was trying to ask me something. I looked down at my desk, not wanting to have him see the water in my eyes.

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AN: Heyo! It's been like maybe 2 years since I published the prologue but I decided to continue writing. I don't know how consistent new publishes will be but I'm going to try my best. So, if you can't tell, there's a hint of a dark past!? I'm incorporating a supernatural personality to Melanie.