Half and Half

Half and Half, Chapter 2

Chapter 2  

It was my first day in high school and I was pretty nervous about it. I didn’t even know if anyone would want to be my friend and how am I meant to find someone else like me? Irin had got me all the uniform for school: a shirt, tie, blazer, skirt and tights and some beautiful black pumps. I felt like she knew me already because she got me the most beautiful flowers for my bedroom that were really me.

After we had a little talk about how no one must know who we are and we must not show anyone our wings, or my fangs on a side note, we headed to school. I was really nervous and Irin assured me it will be fine and everyone will love me. Irin’s voice made me feel safe and I felt so lucky to have her with me on my journey.

Once at school I stood at the gate and stared at the sign: angel harps high school                                          I thought that was a coincidence and laughed at the sign before I realised people were staring at me and I quickly ran to the reception.

At the reception a lady greeted me with a lovely smile she was quite young and very pretty “you must be Aria Cross,” she said. I nodded realising Irin must have made our second name cross. The lady handed me a timetable and some books “this should be everything you need you have locker number 25” she handed me the key “and I hope you enjoy your time at angel harps high school,” she smiled at me and I walked out of the reception

My first lesson was maths with Mr Brown in room 29. I didn’t know where that as so I started searching for it. I thought when someone starts at a new school they get a tour so they know where to go I thought to myself and at that moment the receptionist came running up to me. “You need a tour sorry I almost forget” she said panting out of breath “I will get someone from your first lesson.” I just nodded and we walked to room 29.

When we got there the receptionist knocked on the door and an odd looking man opened the door he had bags under his eyes and wore multi coloured clothing. I personally didn’t think he looked very well. “Mr Brown!” the receptionist said will a lot of enthusiasm “have you got anyone in here that might be able to give Aria here a tour? Maybe someone who know what they are doing in this lesson, you know so they don’t miss out?” the receptionist asked with a big grin on her face. I looked through the door and my eyes were drawn to a boy at the back of the class sat on his own. He looked very handsome with his brown hair and golden brown eyes but what really drew me to him was this feeling I got every time our eyes met. When I looked closer I noticed he had a bit of red pushing its way through the brown in his eyes. That shocked me and I darted my eyes back to Mr Brown who was now looking at the class deciding who would give me a tour. I knew from the second I looked at Mr Brown that he was going to pick the boy at the back of the class. I was right he did, he walked to the back of the class. He spoke to the boy in a low voice that I couldn’t understand and the boy turned his head and smiled at me.

When the boy had finally got his stuff together and came to greet me the class had already continued. “Hi my name is Tristian,” he said. I just stood there speechless, probably making a fool out of myself but I didn’t care I was looking at Tristian and I couldn’t take my eyes of him. His floppy brown hair fell in front of his eyes and I snapped out of the trance and spoke. Yes I actually spoke! “Hi my names Aria, I’m new here.” He nodded and smiled that cute smile again. “Yes I know… I am supposed to give you a tour so do you want to go or not?” he said it harshly but jokingly “yes, I suppose I could go on a tour...” I replied we both started laughing. I didn’t know how good it felt to laugh. “ok so here is the maths department so if you have maths in any room it will be around here somewhere and here is the art rooms and here is the…” and that’s how the tour continued.

Once the tour was finished we didn’t want to go to class so we sat on the bench and chatted for a while. Even though I only just met him I felt a strong connection to him, like I was already his friend. I hoped he felt the same way. We exchanged timetables and he was in all my lessons. We were both interested in the same things… “Erm Tristian? I think we have all the same lessons…” I asked a little confused. “So we have” he replied “well at least that means we might get to spend more time together.” I smiled at that thought. We laughed more. I could have stayed chatting to him forever but he said we should go back to lessons as they might notice soon so I nodded in agreement and we both headed off to English.

I made a lot of other friends today but none I felt as connected to as Tristian. At break and lunch I had to find my own friends as Tristian had a lot of his own. So I decided to hang with a girl I met in art called Anna. She was really nice and a good friend to have but I just kept looking over my shoulder at Tristian. He was who I really wanted to hang with. Anna and her friends invited me to a sleepover and I was really excited about it but I just couldn’t stop thinking about Tristian. I knew I must be over reacting, I should just let him be. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I didn’t fit in here no normal human would feel the connection I feel with Tristian. It makes no sense.

I asked Irin about this connection I felt with Tristian. All she could think of was that it was an angel sense. But he wasn’t an angel… I knew that. Surely the sense would have been stronger if he was an angel… and why would he be down here? I thought I would sleep on the thought but that didn’t help I was just as confused in the morning as I was last night.

It was time to go to school again and I couldn’t wait to see Tristian. I had science first and I couldn’t be late so I ran out of the house forgetting to say goodbye to Irin and ran all the way to Angel Harps High School.

At school I seemed to get more attention from the boys than any other girls and I think from Anna’s face when Kevin came to ask me out she wasn’t too happy about it. “How come all the girls like Aria and not us?” I heard Anna ask her friend Kierra. “I’m not sure, but she is kind of pretty…” replied her friend. I thought now was the time to walk over but clearly it was not. “Why Aria? Why? What is your secret to boys? They all like you but you say no to all of them!” Anna asked. She normally kept her feelings to herself but I am guessing the thing with Kevin upset her. I understood why she probably liked him so much he was handsome but nothing like Tristian. “Have you met any boys you would actually consider dating?” Kierra asked. “Well I did meet one boy...” I replied “who? Who?” Anna asked. Normally she respected privacy but I think she really wanted to know so I said “Tristian” Anna and Kierra’s mouths fell open “wow you do have high expectations, he wouldn’t even say anything more than one word to me!” Kierra cried shocked “well we had quite a long conversation he didn’t seem upset by it” I replied but Anna just stood with her mouth open staring at something behind me. I wondered what it was but then I felt someone’s hands on my back. “Aria can I have a word with you for a second?” I nodded speechless. I recognized that voice that was the voice I heard replayed in my head every night, the voice I loved to hear when I was sad. That was the voice of Tristian