My first hour just happens to be math class, and while the majority of the world seems to be out to destroy such concepts-this subject had always intrigued me. Without math there would be no physics, or structure, or... Well... World. It would all be meaningless. The one language the world shares is math.
I slouch down in a chair, near the back to avoid any unnecessary talk. Other students file in-noise making my head pound worse than before. I should not have left society for so long. Everything was so loud, I had gotten out of the habit of listening. Out of the habit of caring.
I put in headphones, letting my mind drift around the dreary room. Poster are put up about random math-imaginary "friends" such as the sq. root of -1, or Soh-Cah-Toa. Meaningless expressions made to try to excite the minds of the students.
The screaming music helps me calm my mind, I find it humorous when A7X screams inside my ears. The loud music has a funny way of making me smile when I least expect it.
A thought invades my privacy. I see the teacher looking unpleased at me-I see she is about to address me.
Take out that darn music. What is it with kids these days? There is NO respect. And from a new kid.
I practically hear her role her eyes while she thinks to herself. I reach up and take the headphones out-smiling politely at her. She looks somewhat mollified and shuts her gaping mouth at her unsaid request right as the bell rings.
The idea of respect lightens my mood. If only she knew I was older than her-by MANY years. I smirk to myself.
"What's the smirk for? New girl...?"
I actually jump in my chair as I find a new presence had plopped his ass down beside my chair. I had closed my mind to all thoughts, unless directed at me.
I look over and an unexpected squeak leaves my mouth. This CAN'T be happening! He looked just like... But no. Control breathing... In... Out... In... Out.
Damn he has me out of sorts. For a second I thought it was him... Back from the dead. And at this thought I lose all focus and I hear Skylar Grey's song repeat on loop throughout my skull.
What is up with her?
The thought snaps me out of my revery. I sit up, trying to regain an ounce of dignity.
"Oh hey," I respond lamely. "Didn't, uh... See you there."
"No prob," he shortens his words and I can't help but roll my eyes. What's more cliche than a guy shortening words to the acronyms of text lingo?
I sink lower in my seat, dismayed that I now have an unwanted companion at my table of two.
At this point, the teacher is scribbling away at her board-reviewing old math concepts. Of course, I've been taught these numerous times over all the years I've endured on this hard planet called earth.
I find myself staring at the boy next to me, trying to make sure it wasn't HIM. The boy I let myself fall for. The boy I couldn't die for.
I can see the differences now, though. His eyes are varying colors. The main color seems to be brown, but the edges resemble black with the middles a medley of green, yellow, and what looks to be gold. Jason, er... The dude from my past. His eyes had been blue.
I collapse inside my mind. Inside my memories.
I see his body draped over mine. Lifeless. And then minutes before-him crawling towards me. Begging. He had been worthy, he had been of great stature and wealth-and I a commoner.

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Shadow Seeker
Genç KurguA girl named Lyra is entrusted with (cursed?) with a gift. The gift will slowly be expounded upon throughout the book, but for now it is known that she is a psychic, and has lived for a longer amount of time than humanly possible. This is from her p...