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Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Darkness

Nova POV

I jolted out of my small twin size bed, hitting my head on my mahogany wooden shelf in the process. Ugh the pain was almost as bad as the too real dream I just had I shudder as the dream flows through my mind. I swear I could feel every painful moment in the dream; I wasn't even wearing the newest dream simulator, those things are insanely creepy!!! A strangely familiar sensation of chill goes through me as if on command my mind started playing the dream or should I say nightmare? Whatever it was it started to play back.

*Dream*

Darkness is all I can see. I try to move, but my movement was narrowly limited, by what I think is a cold rod shaped item. The coolness - of what I believe is a bar- sent chills all over. You know how people say they get chills in their spine; well these chills were more of a sensation that completely took over my body, as if a ghost entered me. The coolness was as rigid as the arctic. My protective gene kicked in, I have to get out and check on my little brother Cobalt. I cautiously -not wanting to experience the sensation again- reach out of my confinement. This time my fingers find a hot metallic feeling oblong object, for a second it felt as if I was being boiled to death. As if my hand was moving in slow motion, like I couldn't control the speed of my movements. I blame the stupid orb; it must have messed up my poor hand. I close my awful minty green eyes, attempting to calm myself before I let out my awfully high pitched scream. Whoever kidnapped me obviously does not know my reputation for beating up anyone who gets in my way; even people who are bigger than me - which isn't hard to be bigger than me because I'm only 8- will still get their butt kicked by me. I thank my mother for making me do judo since I was 4.Everybod underestimates me because I look delicate- due to my long skinny legs and the fact that my mom forces me in to every single frilly dress that exists- my kidnapper is totally going to get flipped so many times he won't be able to get up.My "kidnapper" is messing with the wrong 8 year old! In the distance I hear a low murmuring sound that is not decipherable. I immediately stiffen' as I hear footsteps as quiet as a mouse. I thought to myself "Please God don't let me die in a stupid holding cell. I hear the noises getting quicker and louder coming closer to my pitch black holding cell. I cannot die here, not like this. No matter what I have to get home to mom and Cobalt. If Cobalt does not have me to protect him, there is no way he could survive the bullying and the relentless teasing. I slap myself quickly, I mutter to myself, "Get a hold of you Nova!" For a second I start to relax; my calmness quickly disappears. I hear a sickly sweet voice calmly state," Hello Nova we were expecting you to cry or break down a lot earlier." Okay, first of all his voice is to sweet, high, and calm. Secondly who does this guy think he is; telling me that I was supposed to breakdown a long time ago? I muster up the courage and screeched "What are you talking about!" Whoever this guy is he was shocked beyond belief. I stare at him waiting for a reply, or a crude remark. Only he did not say anything he just stared at me and wrote something in his small blue notebook. I tried to make out what he was writing, but he was hiding his notebook out of my sight range. The once comfortable silence was starting to get a little awkward. I started to attempt to stand up but I fell back down swiftly. The guard was talking to me, but I zoned him out, he was way too boring. He was probably giving me the classic villain speech; you know "what is your last request, spelling out his plan, yada, yada, yada." Who knew villains were so cliché these days. I sigh this dude is seriously boring me to death. "So, my name is...."

*Back to Reality*

For a millisecond I swear I saw a man's nicely tanned face, but the image was ruined when I saw is sickly sweet smile, one that mirrored the guard's smile in my dream -nightmare- thing. I shudder all of a sudden I feel the need to go look in my cracked mirror. I sigh my frizzy bright red hair and my eerily glowing emerald eyes stare back at me, I have always disliked, no HATED my green eyes. They remind me so much of my deceased father. Don't get me wrong I loved him, but that was before I walked in and saw him beating my mother and my little sister Aria. I still have the picture of Aria's cool never moving body, bruised yet, still as beautiful as always. My mother was lying next to Aria the only difference in the two bodies was the fact my mother's body though barely and quickly, was moving oh so slightly. Apparently I was in a trance, because I had not seen my little brother Cobalt- who is a splitting image of my mother- sneak up on me. I laugh as I see him try to drag me to his room which also doubles as the living room. Our cottage is tiny only two bedrooms and 1 ½ bath, but I like it this way it's... cozy. I always try to make mornings go slow, because I dread going to Unity Reform University. My mom believes that just because I have a little bit of a fiery temper or that I don't like following the boring rules means I am a bad or tough student. Though the reason I try to skip school as much as I can is because of my enemy; Ryker. He is the school's biggest jerk and player in the whole school.

"Nova, get your lazy butt down here!!!" My fourteen year old brother Cobalt demanded. I sigh, he has my type of temper; short. I find no use in arguing with him, because it will make both him and me late for school. So instead of arguing with him like I usually do I just grunt and say, "Coming!!!" I slip on my ripped jeans, grab my purple hoodie, and rush outside to my Sienna 2032. My brother starts to talk about who knows what, but what he does not know that it is going in one ear and out another; or maybe he knew but, did not care about me not listening to him. Too soon I see the boring brick wall of the infamous Unity Reform School. I park as close as I can, not wanting to see Ryker, who constantly bullies and annoys me to no end. Finally I get to the concrete stairs, dreading going in. The school itself looks depressing, but there is an old saying I think mom told me once; don't judge a book by its cover. Obviously the people who came up with this saying never ever saw Unity Reform School. I enter the crowded hallways, and start to search for my best friend Leila. I spot her raven black hair, as I attempt to maneuver the hallways. I run into someone's hard back in the middle of the classroom which is beginning to fill up. I stumble backwards and land on a boy's lap; I suddenly fall on to the ground quickly, thankfully I stand back up ready to shoot daggers at whoever pushed me. I lock eyes with the person who rudely shoved me, only to see deep chocolate eyes intently staring at me. People in the class start to clump together. It's pretty much the same thing everyday. Sometimes I even see people using their IPhone 21 to predict the winner of our arguments. Ryker has that annoying all-knowing smirk of his planted on his face. Why girls chase him? I have no idea. The bell abruptly starts ringing its irritating high pitch sound. My face turns sour as Mrs. Krumplo walks in. It is a shame she has to teach my favorite subject, history.

"Okay class today I will assign you and one partner a huge project that counts for 30% of your grade," Mrs. Krumplo says with a sickly sweet smile. Gee I am really getting sick of that smile.

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