In Love With Death's Daughter

The Weird New Girl

Delilah's P.O.V.

        I walk into my first class, almost late, of course, since my dad had a surprise appointment, and my mom had to wake up and drive me. Sometimes, it annoys me that the his boss can't bother let him know, like, in advance when he'll have to be working. It's so annoying.

        I feel everyone's eyes on me, and I stare at the ground and shuffle to an empty desk. I like math class. It's not too hard, and my mom's a math professor so she can always help me. 

        Once I feel that everyone's probably stopped looking at me, I discreetly look around at my classmates. Basically, just a whole bunch of teenage girls and guys showing their new tans and "Sun bleached" hair from the summer. I literally look like a ghost amongst them. But my eyes freeze on one person.

        A guy a couple seats away from me, with brown hair, and hazel eyes. He's the only person in the room other from the teacher who hasn't obviously over-tanned. He's looking straight at me, into my plain green eyes, and a small shiver goes down my spine. I blush slightly and look down to my desk, and wait for the teacher to start his introduction. 

        Our teacher, Mr. Thompson, starts attendance, and I listen for the boy to say "Here". I'm not some creeper person, I just sort of want to know his name. Even if it doesn't mean anything. Even if I know it can't mean a single thing. The names pass by, Audrey Bassia, Geoffrey Calder, Caden Demiroe, until, finally, the teacher calls what I presume is his name. "Lucas Kenilworth?"

        I see the boy jump, and raise his hand in my peripheral vision. Lucas. That's a nice name.

        You know, sometimes it sucks, being who I am. With the father that I have. I'm not allowed to date anyone, and with me, it's an insanely strict rule. Because if I break it, my dad will get angry. He'll forgive me, but he'll detest whoever the guy is. And when my dad detests someone... Well, their luck worsens. I could always ask my dad for permission, but I know he won't agree. I've tried. So, if I like someone, that's it. They stay like that. A crush. That's just how it is. It sucks knowing that I can't date anyone, no matter what, until I graduate.

        There was once, though. Only once. It wasn't even anything major, just something that a guy tried. But I turned him down. It was last year. There was some guy who liked me. One day, he tried to kiss me. I didn't like him back, plus, I couldn't let it go further, or my dad might have heard about it. So I told my dad that I had a bully, and that I wanted to change schools. He agreed, obviously, and here I am. Finishing high school as the new girl. The new senior. I know it's a social death trap, but at least I don't have to deal with that guy, and that guy doesn't have to deal with my dad. It's not like I really had any friends, anyways. I'm too 'different'.

        I'm almost out, too. On my graduation day, my dad says I'll be allowed to make my own decisions. I'll be able to get a boyfriend, make my own choices, and do what I want to do. Although, half of that freedom is nullified if I get chosen.

        With my dad's line of work, life is a little different for his children. Because his job gets passed on. For one of his children, their graduation day will hold important news. So, basically, I might wake up and find my new 'work' uniform hanging in my closet on the morning that I graduate, or it might be one of my siblings. The more siblings I have, the more chances I have to not be claimed.

        But I only have one sibling. I only have one brother. So my chances of being claimed are very high.

        It's all one big unknown, though, that will be decided by my dad's boss. My dad's boss, who tells him what to do, but can't be spoken to.