Dusk: Part 1

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This is boyxboy so you no like you no stay

(Flashforward)
(Narrator's POV)

The ground is covered with white snow dyed red with blood, nine dead bodies, and a boy with red eyes filled with lust for blood with teeth sharp enough to bite through flesh.
The boy speaks and says," Hm... Guess this is my life now?"

(Flashforward ends)
(Yoru's POV)

(Alarm beeping)
"Aghhh," I grunted tired and annoyed. I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock and it shut up. I hesitantly got out of bed and dressed in a black hoodie and baggy jeans. When I looked in the mirror, the outfit was simple, but it does go well with my dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

I ran downstairs for breakfast. My mom was cooking skillets, her specialty and my favorite meal. She set the table and prepared our breakfast.

"Yoru! Breakfast is ready!" she shouted, unaware of my presence already here.
"Mom I'm right here..." I stated, sitting at the table already. Then, I started devouring the food she made for us.
She stared at me blankly, then said," Oh, sweety, I was just joking! I knew you were there." she said closing her hand and fake smiling, obviously lying.
"Sure you did, " I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Where's Dad?"
"Oh, he left for work so, I gave him his breakfast to go," Mom sighed a bit.

My father, Markus, always leaves for work early. He says he's an accountant and I've stopped by his office every once in awhile, but he gets home so late. I would think it's strange for an accountant.

My mom, Jane, on the other hand, is just a stay-at-home mom. Although the adverb is a little over-used because she does an amazing job at it.

"So, is Amelia coming over for you?" my mom asks, curious to know about how I'll get to my school.

Amelia is my best friend. I have a large group of friends, but she seems to stand out the most. Strange, huh?
"Yeah, she's gonna pick me up since the bus needs to be sanitized after yesterday when a skunk managed to get in," I replied, snickering a bit after remembering the incident.
(A car horn honks repetitively)
"And there she is now. Bye, Mom!" I said abruptly as I ran out the door.
"Bye swee--" her voice cut off by the slam of a door.

Waving her hand outside in her car was Amelia. I ran towards her car and jumped into her convertible.
"Hello. Yoru," Amelia greeted me, not facing me completely.
"Hello. Amy," I greeted in return, mocking her a bit.
Amelia just rolled her eyes at me and replied, "So, where to today?"
"Uh, school obviously," This time I rolled my eyes at her in annoyance.
"But school's so laaaaame," she whined in protest at the idea.
"Well, too bad. We have a chemistry test today and we will not miss it" I demanded and a small smirk formed on my face.
She pouted at me, hoping I would change my idea. When I didn't, she sighed in defeat, "Fine.."

--time skip to when the chemistry test is over--

We finished the test and I think I did well.
"Amy, do you think you did well?"
"Nooope," she stated and didn't have the slightest hint of shame in her voice.
"You should have studied," I scolded at her like I was her parent.
"Well, I have better things to do!" she protested.
"Like what?" I questioned.
"Eating.." her voice trailing off, trying to think of more excuses that were better.
"That's a lame excuse."
"Whatever you say, speaking of eating, you want to get some food?"she offered.
"Sure that doesn't sound half bad," I shrugged and we got into her car. After a while of driving, we arrived at our destination. I was a bit surprised at where we were.
"Here we are!"
I looked out to see we were at a park.
"Are there food carts here?"
" Yeah, sure,"she said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice, but I ignored that.

We got out of the car and she just said to follow her. I wasn't sure where we were going, so I agreed with a bit of fear in my voice. Following her, she suddenly stopped.

She looked back at me and said, "Dinner time." Just then her teeth grew sharp and her eyes were blood red...

(It may seem boring now but just wait it gets better)

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