January 22, 20XX
The cold January morning air was harsh on this morning, biting at any exposed skin it could find. Everyone was bundled up as best they could be, but living in a semi-habitable desert, you don't get many options for winter clothes. A high school freshman named Arlene Ashbluff was walking to school, not as bundled up as the rest of the town. As cars passed her by, she would see the passengers give her dirty looks out of the corner of her eye. She smiled and shook her head, knowing they will never understand her cold acclimation. Arlene was now almost to school when she checked her most recent message from her father..
Arlene's P.O.V
{Daddio: Arlene, I will be working late tonight. There's money on your card for dinner. Pick something out that I'll like! :D [6:45am]
[6:55am] Again? ughhhh fine. but if you don't like it, dont complain to me. :P :Arlene}
'Huh.. he didn't reply back this time. Wonder if it's something to do with his promotion chances..' I placed my phone back in my pocket and kept walking, hoping to be late enough to miss first period. As MCR played in my headphones, I kept walking slowly, enjoying the quiet morning air. The moon was still high in the sky, flaunting it's fullness like a sassy secretary. Nevada wasn't too bad, it had such a nice glow to the morning with a full moon... As I looked up from my shoes, I see the neighborhood before my school. 'Ugh, guess I won't be missing first period without being noticed... unless...' I noticed a small canal near the entrance of the neighborhood and checked my surroundings. No one around. Perfect. I slid though the gate, and jumped down into the dry canal, crawling into the drainage tube and out of sight for good. I checked my phone to change the song, and saw it was 7:15 am. "Good. First period just started.. Fuck I hate math.." Just as I finished speaking, a soft chuckle snapped me out of my relaxation. "Who the hell is there..? Show yourself!" I was terrified, yes, but I was strong and determined. A young boy came out of the shadows, shaking his head slightly with a small smile plastered on his face. "You are quite ridiculous for someone so smart." He spoke, looking me straight in the eye. He had a slight british accent, and a strong jawline. "Who are you..? You look kind of familiar.." He was wearing all black, with chains and a few lip piercings, and some doc martins. He sat next to me and relaxed as he said "The names Draco Evans. We ironically share first period. My mum was obsessed with Harry Potter and just haaaadddd to name me after the slytherin boy..." he sighed with a small smile. He sat
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The Mistake
FantasyArlene Ashbluff is your typical high school freshman, wanting to skip any classes she can't stand. She's got straight A's, hates math class, but is a social outcast. When she was just a baby, her mother was killed in a robbery gone wrong in Manchest...
