The Light of Dawn

Chapter One

        CHAPTER ONE 

       May 21st. The huge black letters pop out of the calendar at me as I put a big "x" through it with the sharpie in my hand. Just one more day until my 18th birthday.

          A small smile spreads across my face. Not only do I have just a couple weeks before I am out of high school, but tomorrow I am an adult. And with that comes the privilege of buying cigarettes and lottery tickets. Yay me.

        As I walk away from my calendar, I quickly glance around my messy room. Clothes are strewn over the floor and bed. The lilac walls are covered in posters and artwork, and a large full-length mirror is attached to the white wooden door leading to the hallway.

        I reach down and pick up my favorite pair of skinny jeans off the floor. I struggle to put them on, hopping from one foot to the other. After, I get on my hands and knees, searching for some kind of shirt to wear. Eventually I settle for the white sleeveless top with a large black cross on it.

        After pulling on my beat up pair of converse, I jump up and give myself a once over in the full length mirror.

        My pin straight black hair falls just below my chest and looks sleek. My bright blue eyes stand out against my lighter complexion, while my shirt and skinny jeans framed my slender form well. Satisfied with how I look, I grab my bag from my desk and rush out into the hallway.

        The hallway is long, and filled with tons of photos. Most of them are me. Some date back as far as when I was a baby; some as recent as my senior photo. As soon as I finish walking down the hallway and into the kitchen, I am engulfed by the smell of cooking scrambled eggs. My mom is standing by the sleek silver stove, poking at the eggs with a spatula. 

        "Smells great, mom." I say as I enter the kitchen.

        "Thanks honey. Grab a plate, they will be done in just a minute."

        "Wish I could, but I am running late."

        "Dawn, you can't go to school without eating breakfast! You do this all the time."

        I glance around the kitchen, spotting my keys and a bowl of fruit on the counter. I reach over, grabbing my keys and a shiny red Macintosh. With a small wave, I rush out the door and into my 2003 blue Volkswagen Beetle.

        The drive to my high school isn't very long, but somehow it's always so easy to get lost in thought. Maybe because the road seems to be engulfed by trees, and the light gives it a green glow as it shines through the trees. After about 10 minutes, I arrive at Stoke High School.

        The building is huge, connected to the middle school by one hallway. It is made out of complete brick, and you can see the library one wall that is made completely of glass. There is a huge arch at the front entrance, and two side doors that lock in between class. A large, modern-age clock sits at the top of the arch.

        I drive around and pull into my normal parking spot at the side of the building. Kids are streaming out of their cars and towards the building, most of them meeting up with a friend on the way. However, three guys stood at the one side entrance that is never used, just as they always do.

        They almost look as if they could be brothers. They all have dark, straight hair; light colored eyes; a light skin tone; and large, bulky jackets no matter the weather. At the same time, the all also have different body structures, face shapes, and features. One is tall, and seems to be more muscular than the other two. One is shorter and scrawnier than the rest. The last seems to be somewhere in the middle.