The five Chosen (ON HOLD)

Chapter One

I awoke to the sound of drums. Not the kind that has a really good beat, but the kind that can only be described as one thing: noise. This only happens when my brother Luke or his best friend Harry get mad about something stupid and decide to take it out on the drums.

For example : one time I was in the kitchen looking for a snack and I remembered we had pudding. I went to the fridge and took out the last chocolate pudding, then sat on the counter with a magazine in one hand and the pudding in the other. A couple of minutes later I heard someone come in. I looked up from my magazine (which ironically only included everything about healthy eating choices, pudding is not healthy), and I saw Harry walking straight towards the fridge. I turned back to the article, not giving a damn about what Harry was doing, and finished my pudding.

"Rose, where'd you get that?," a semi deep voice asked. I looked up and of course it had to be Harry, he was the only one who'd come in. He was starring at the pudding cup in my hand.

"Uhhh...I got it from the fridge, why?," I asked slowly, already knowing where this was leading to.

"Was it the last one?," he asked narrowing his eyes at me.

"Yeah, I was looking for a sna-," I started to say, but he was already out the door.

I shrugged and went back to reading. A moment later the noise started. I sighed because I've learned that this was going to go on forever unless I did something. so I did the only thing I could. I bought more pudding.

When I got home, I wasn't surprised to hear that Harry was still banging on the drums. It was a miracle that no neighbors had come to complain, yet.

I made my way down the stairs with the newly bought six pack of pudding in the crook of my arm. I didn't even bother looking at him as I set it down on the table closest to him. I went back up to the kitchen and as I sat down, a happy Harry came up eating his pudding. Guys I'd thought and rolled my eyes.

I turned towards the alarm clock that sat on my bedsides table and checked the time : 6:32 am. Perfect timing I thought and rolled out of bed. I went to my closet and picked out some gray jeans and a blue v neck and put them on. Then I grabbed my black converse and all the other stuff I needed and headed to the bathroom.

Once inside the first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror. My tanned face surrounded by my dark brown hair, my pink lips (that I was wished were a little more fuller like Angelina Jolie's), and the one thing standing out the most.

My eyes.

There are not the regular colors brown, blue or green, but silver. My eyes were originally hazel, but when I turned seventeen a little over a month ago, they began to change. They went from hazel to ice cold blue to emerald green to burgundy and now silver. I'm a little surprised they haven't changed color yet, because they would always change in three to four days. But my eyes have been silver for two weeks.

The first few times my eyes changed color everyone was alarmed. Luke would keep on asking me if I was using colored lenses, but stopped when I kept giving the answer no. I actually tried using them to see if it would help me with the constant color change, but they didn't work. When I tried putting some on the silver would shine right through like if I weren't even wearing any. Harry thought it was cool, but I could see an odd glint of concern in his eyes. We both knew something strange was happening.

School was another story. Everyone classified me as a freak of nature-even my best friend. It hurt to see her eat lunch with other people while I sat alone. And how she would laugh at me along with everyone else in the school hallways. How can someone that's been your best friend since grade school do something like that to you? It's like if all those memorable times together were nothing to her the whole time.