Rift

Prologue 1

Prologue 1:

Alistair Sinclair sat at his desk, tapping his pencil against the table in a rhythmic motion. School, the word echoed in his head over and over again. He disliked school, well it wasn't so much as he disliked it, it just bore him. Day in and day out of the same slow pace with work piling up. Around him students either tentatively wrote their notes, or veered off into some other task like texting on their phones. Some kids doodled away in their notebooks. At the front of the room the teacher, Mr. Garfield, wrote notes and comments we needed to know for some big war. Alistair didn't care much to pay attention to what the teacher was saying either. Finally the bell rang and anxious students hastily gathered their things, plowing through each other trying to quickly leave. Over the chorus of footsteps and students talking the teacher attempted yelling the pages they were supposed to read, something like four hundred whatever. Suddenly, a bag slammed into Alistair's back. He leaned backwards to see his friend Rosalie.

"How's another day of slacking off, Al?" She asked. Rosalie was one of those students that worked hard to maintain grades and attendance, while maintaining a somehow keeping up with the social scene. She wore the usual , black jeans with a gray hoodie with some sort of college logo on it. She was a fanatic of college football. Her light brown hair was tied in two twin tails that went down her shoulders. Rosalie grabbed Alistair's hand and hoisted him up.

"It's not slacking off, it's selective attention." Alistair retorted. He was ADHD, so even if he wanted to pay attention in class he'd have quite a hard time doing so. Rosalie punched him in the shoulder hard enough so he'd feel some pain.

"Whatever, I'm always covering for your butt when it comes to school anyways." She opened the door and the two of them walked out. "I'm pretty much the only reason you aren't failing." She grabbed some textbooks out her locker and turned to him. "So it's your house today I guess?"

"Why do we always have to go to my house" Alistair whined, closing her locker. They headed towards the stairs.

"Unlike you, my family doesn't have a mansion." Rosalie retorted. Although it wasn't a mansion, it was a manor, Alistair's family did have more money than the usual family because of his unusual family background.

"I've said this before I'm not rich!"

"Whatever"

It was stressful working with regular people, after all they had no sympathy for the fact that he was a Mage, though even his best friend Rosalie didn't know that much about him.