Shadowed (z.m)

3.

Four days had gone by since my little 'encounter' with him and today was the last proper day of school. On Monday it was graduation and I couldn't wait for it to be over. I really didn't look forward to it but it was closer to uni! It was all so surreal, I've been waiting for this so long.

Ten minutes, then I have to get up, I thought and rubbed some of the sleep out of my eyes. This is my last morning like this, ever.

So far my change had been amazing. The attention in school wasn't the same, it was good. People started seeing me for me and not for what they heard I'd done two years ago. It felt nice for a change, a part of me wished I'd realised it earlier. Though, it's too late to reminisce on the past.

I stared at the clock and actually couldn't wait ten minutes so I just went up and started making my way to my wardrobe but stopped at the full length mirror hung on the wall. I looked at myself, up and down, examined my every feature, every bump and curve over my body. I then turned around and stared at the small wings inked into my skin. Two small detailed wings that sat in between my shoulder blades. No one had ever seen them, only me. I'd had them for a year now. Considering I was such a goody two shoes after I lost all my friends, getting a tattoo even surprised myself. The idea came to me one night, I went and lied about my age so mum and dad wouldn't find out, the bloaks in the parlor didn't seem too concerned and just went ahead with it. Never had I ever acted so impulsively and never had I still been so sure of a decision. I loved those wings, they gave me strength and they were my own little secret. Partying, drinking and smoking weren't really secrets, even my parents knew, but this was a real secret.

I guess I liked secrets, meaning me and him.

A sigh left my mouth as I went and got dressed, straightened my hair and did my make up. I didn't put in a lot of effort to be honest. I shouldn't have to. When I got downstairs dad was in the kitchen, mum had already left for work.

"Good morning sweet pea." He smiled, handing me a pice of toast. I took it from him mumbling a small 'thanks'. The bread went down fast and before I knew it, I was off to school. On way there I realised how much I'd miss Drew. There wasn't much between us, just true friendship in fact, but he was there for me and I'll certainly miss him.

"Hey butt muncher!" Drew greeted me when I arrived and I punched his arm. "Ouch! Have you been working out or something?" He teased, pinching my small arms.

"Blake Cedar is throwing a huge party tonight and rumour has it you're at the top of his VIP list." Drew smirked at me as we took our seats for first period. English- one of my favourites.

"Really?" I groaned. Blake was the typical blue eyed jock, cute but not my type. He was known for the incredible parties he'd been throwing since I can remember. Though I hadn't attended a party in two years. They were trouble and/or attention.

"C'mon, let's go." He smiled, and I gave him a strange look. Had he gone mad?

"Since when do you, out of all people, want to go to a Blake Cedar party?"

"Because, it'll be my final school experience before Uni." He said jokingly, but I got his point. He wanted to live a little this last summer here. He should. He should even make a name for himself, I mean he's cute and could easily get girls if he tried. Him loosening up would catch the attention of many girls, I'm sure of it.

"About time for you to get laid." I laughed and he blushed considering girls weren't his area of his expertise.

"You know I'm-" He cut himself off embarrassment. I knew he was a virgin and wasn't fond of it. School had always interested him more than partying, drinking and sex but he was after all eighteen. Eighteen and a virgin is a no-no for me.