Finding Baby Doll

First Days ~ 1

It was Sunday morning and the birds were chirping their song on the thick branches out side that swayed in the summer breeze. My head throbbing from the commotion my mother was making in the kitchen what on heavens earth was my mother doing I beckoned to my self as I waddled out of bed. My feet slapping carelessly on the tiles, half asleep I peered around the corner to mum cooking pancakes, which was unusual as she was never up early nor did she cook breakfast. "Mum?" I ask with frustration growing on my face the more I began to wake up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cooking you breakfast Kc," her face lit up with excitement but I still could see her eyes filled with dread

"What?" As puzzle pieces flew through my mind trying to make sense of this commotion, but then it dawned on me "what have you done..."

"Nothing dear" my mother stated shaking her head "can't I cook my daughter breakfast anymore?"

"The last time you made me breakfast was when my gold fish died because you over fed it.." I said, my voice hollow with expression.

"Ok fine," she sighed lowering her head while placing the cooked pancake on a plate while drizzling maple syrup over it before serving it to me," your farther and I decided it would be best," her voice trailed off as I raised an eyebrow," that, you should go to boarding school..." Her face growing more reluctant with each syllable.

"Excuse me?!" She can't do this how dare she, my palms slammed against the table top, "you can't do this to me!"

"Please sweetheart, it's for the best, your out breaks have become more and more common now that your becoming of age, don't do this" she pleaded me.
But it was too late, my eyes feeling ablaze as my shirt began to stretch and tare as I growled, my large, blue, bat like wings sliced through my favourite pj shirt damn I slightly thought in the back of my head but that thought was swiftly over run with anger. Here you thought I was a normal 17 year old girl, well I'll be damned, Kc loubell at your service.
My eyes like ice with slit pupils as if I were the devil himself,

"Kc please calm down your going to draw to much attention" she begged me.

"Uh no, how could you do this to me all of my friends, my life ? Your just going to tear it all away from me and force me to believe it's ok?" I could feel a coldness upon my scaled cheeks when I realised I was crying. I sank to the floor on my knees, my hands holding my face. Mother came down to eye level with me and brushed my face making me more calm as my wings relaxed and fell to the floor I winced as the coldness of the tiles bit at them.

"Mum I can't do this," as more tears danced down my face, "I'm.. I'm a monster,"

"Kc," I look up to my mother who's face grew with concern "it'll be ok, you'll be ok" she spoke with the most gentle tone she could master as she cradled my face in her hands.

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Here we go I thought first day of boarding school. It had been almost a month since my mother had discussed this with me that morning but here I am, I never get a say if dad is involved. I wondered hopelessly into the front gates as I waved good bye to mum, looking towards the school I noticed that it had flawless architecture and the Windows beamed in the sprinkle of morning sun that gazed upon it. It was hard to take all of this in as teenagers of all ages stared upon me as if I was some traitor, or maybe prey, but it was a little hard to tell. As I walked into the doors the bell blared into my ears and I was trampled over as everyone rushed to their classes. Ok so maybe not trampled, but there was definitely a lot of shoving going on I thought boarding schools were more civil?

I couldn't find my class room, starting to panic as I was still being shoved and pushed, everything began to blur. As I found my feet, my heart racing faster then ever, a younger girl called out to me
"Oh my gosh! I love your contacts! Where did you get them?" Contacts? I thought, but I then realised my eyes were ice blue yet again fuck, i closed my eyes and ignored the girl, I ran down many corridors randomly turning left or right trying to find somewhere quiet, when I finally thought I found somewhere, my luck ran out. I let out a startled cry
"Ow, HEY, watch out wh-" the boy started to yell at me but his face flooded with shock as he realised I was knocked to the ground "I'm so sorry ma'm" he began as his hand reached out to me "I didn't mean to yell," I looked him up and down he wore a white shirt tucked in at the base of his black pants and brown belt, his cheek bones and jaw line were strong and stood out, but not too much, his eyes almost neon blue and his hair hazel brown swept around the top of his head. I look towards his hand as my brows began to fold in confusion, reluctantly I took his hand as he hauled me off the ground, clutching my books in one arm. He was also surprisingly tall.
"What's your name?" He pondered

"Kc," I started "Kc Loubell, but people usually call me Kay or Lou, and you are?" I asked as I shook his hand lightly before letting go.

"Jackson Mace."

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Hey guys so I am hoping you guys enjoy this chapter, I'm new to all of this and I'm not sure where I'm going with this but I hope you guys stick around. I'm hoping to get in a few more chapters during the week end but we shall see ;p
Chow for now ~