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I desperately wiped the sweat of my fore head. my feet ached from the hours of running. i could here barking in the distance. There following me. i could only see shadows from the moonlight appearing on the trees that surrounded me. The barking was getting closer i must move faster. I kept running, pushing through the pain when suddenly i triped over a root, causing myself to fall to the forest ground. The irritable barking became nearer as i tried to stumble up. All of a sudden the hound pounced on me barking in my ears causing me to fall again. I looked in the dogs eyes, a black ball of nothing. Abruptly, the dogs bark was no longer a howl, yet a ringing sound. I was shifted to a pitch back expanse, still the dreadful ringing all around me. I felt my palms, drenched in sweat. I tried to make out were i was, when my eyes got used to the dark i made out a dim light coming through what seemed a bundle of curtains. I realized I am safe in my bedroom, just having a daily nightmare. I pounded down on my 'snooze' button and threw myself back down into my covers. All of a sudden a body busted through my door, turing on my over-head light, and stealing my warm comforter from my grasp. This body was my Dad, waking me up for High School.

I gorily got my heavy body in the best up position i can, feeling all of my weight fall straight to my feet. I look at my ruffled up sheets, wishing i could curl back into them. I glance at the time on my phone and realize i have woken up 15 minutes late. I curse under my breath and walk into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I undress my self and climb into the hot water. The warm water fells good on my tense muscles. Suddenly the water temperature drops very cold and slaps me in the face. Eye wide i get out of the way of the falling water. My fist tenses and the water immediately becomes a hot boil. I whimper and clim of the shower. I wrap a towel around me and second guess my experience. "Eh, Ill just tell dad to call a plumer" i mumble to myself. I put on the days attire and fix my hair. The nights tossing and turning completely and utterly tangled it. I yank my brush through the tangles eventually evening it out. I grab my makeup bag and put on the daily dose of makeup, usually a lot. I hate the way i look, my square cheek bones, my boggy nose, and my dead eyes. I grab my books and stuff a muffin in my moth and spit out the words "bye dad!" my mom left us over 3 years ago, she found someone more important than us i guess, my dad and i are more close that ever afterwords though. I look at my watch and im late for the bus, i sprint to the bus stop just as the bus pulls up. "Ruby, hurry up!" my best friend, aurora, exclaimed. Yea, her parents are major disney freaks and named there kid after there favorite charter. Aurora has been my best friend for as long as i can remember, the only person who really talked to me after my mom left, apparently that event was such a big deal at my high school. "Im coming, im coming!" We shoot down in our seat we always sit at, number 14. We have been in this sear for so long, all kinds of carvings are on it, such as our 6th grade crush, our nicknames for each other, and so much more that i don't care sharing thank you. "I had that dream again" i tell aurora. "The one with the dog, or the one with Daniel Johnson?" She teases me. Yes, the name of my crush under the bus seat is indeed Daniel Johnson. I have always liked him, to much, its unhealthy. "Shut-up!" I screech pushing her out of the seat.

I walked into 3rd period chemistry, freezing in my jacket, although my palms, and feet were burning up with sweat. I dropped myself into a dest and placed my books and notebooks in a messy pile on the desktop and got out my favorite pen that aurora gave me a few years back, i never use anything else. The bell hasent quite rung yet, so i pull a book that im currently reading, tiled, " beautiful creatures. All about witches, spells, and romance; my kinda story.

A perfectly nail polished hand smacked down on my desk and a voice squealed in my face, "hey rubby..."

This annoying voice belonged to ashley jackson, the 10th grade brat. I ignored her and kept reading. "Rudy why dont you go back to the caves? Im sure your mom will be there making diamonds!" She bullied. I tried my best not to give her encouragement. I flinched my fist and gridded my teeth. She continued mocking, "ruby's got no mommy, ruby's got no mommy" she repeated over and over in a evil chant. Everyone in the room began laughing and brutally pointing at me, joining in with ashley. I felt danny's eyes on me, and in a furious abundance i whimperd and slammed my fist on my desk ordering the chants to stop. The room became silent as a flame of burning fire rose from a nearby chair. A blood hurdling scream came from students and behind me various beakers of a variety different liquids started to boil, while the rest of them began freezing. The class became silent in awe and as fast as i could i grabbed my belongings and headed for the bathroom. I rushed to the sink and washed my face with warm water. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and thought to myself," was that me in there?" At that thought, the sink full if water froze into to ice in a instant. I screamed in disbelief and rushed out the bathroom and sprinted through the doors of my school. I ran all the way home and bursted through the doors of my house. I tripped over my feet, and fell down to the ground. I lied there crying in my hands. "whats happing to me?!?" I screeched out in my silent home. Little did i know my Dad was home and had just turned on our gas oven. "whats wrong honey?!?" my dad blurted. All kinds of emotion ran through me as i had'ent expected him the overhear my melt down. I could feel the power of the gasfire on our stove and with no warning a fire blazed into a explosion from the stove. From the corner of my eye i saw my dad fly back and hit a wall and fall unconscious. I screamed in terror as I rushed to my feet to help him. "DAD!" I cried out. I rested his head in my lap and cheeked his pulse. "Ok, 1-2-2-1-2-2. He's breathing" i relief filled me and i kissed his forehead and whispered"im sorry"

All of a sudden a balded man in a wheelchair and a women with long white hair came through the door. "Ruby" the crippled man called. I looked up at him with curious eyes. "Im Charles Xavier and this is oroto, or storm, were here to help." He comforted me.

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hahaha cliff hanger:)

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