Classified

Chapter One

Lilith

As the clock is counting down, I am shoveling my belongings back into my book bag. I have been sitting here in this desk for nearly two hours, like what kind of monster decided it was okay to have a two hour long Chemistry class. Don't get me wrong I do really like science, but I am more of a hands on kind of girl, I want to blow things up not have a lecture about why these reactions happens.

When the old soft spoken Professor gave us the go ahead to leave, everyone is out there seats and to the door in matter of seconds. The only ones still in their seats are the teacher pets and the ones that were still sound asleep. I untangle my headphones as I am being sweep up by the waves of students who are fighting their way out the door. Everyone is so excited to go home and relax, but nope not me, I get to go to work, I get to stand on my feet for about six hours and make nothing but pizza. Yay!

As I finally made it out of the classroom I slip each headphone bud in my ear and I was on my way. I don't go anywhere without my headphones, it gives me an excuse to not interact with other humans. I have a major resting bitch face so it is not like any one talks to me in the first place, but if I go walking around without my headphones in my social anxiety kicks it to full gear and I just don't feel comfortable. I feel like everyone eyes are on me and that they all are judging me. Even if I have my headphones in, I am still slightly uncomfortable, so no matter what I have a habit of staring at the ground when I am walking.

I made it out of the science building without running into anyone or embarrassing myself. It is quite windy outside today, my curls dancing in the breeze and wrapping itself around my face. I gather all my hair and I pulled my black hood up over my head so my hair won't be too messy by the time I have to work. I woke up late today so I didn't have enough time to get dressed, so I threw on the first things I seen, black high-waist skinny jeans with rips in the knees, a thin black pullover and my favorite black leather jacket. Most of my clothes are black. I do own stuff in color but for some reason I don't like wearing anything to bright. I didn't do my hair this morning, I decided that it wasn't that frizzy so I just left it to hang there. It not like I care how I look at work, there is no one there I need to impress, well not no more.

I use to date the pizza delivery boy, Cameron, he was two years older than me and he is a hardcore partier. At first it was fun dating him, I felt alive and young, but once I seen his true colors I knew I had to end things. I broke up with him two weeks ago and he seems to be doing just fine, but we avoid any kind of interaction at work because it is still awkward.

I have an hour before I have to be there, and since it is not that far down the street I usually walk. The college campus is not that far from the downtown area, so the streets are always busy but it is a peaceful walk with beautiful, expensive skyscrapers and cute little shops. I missed my city, it has changed so much. I use to live here back when I was a child and this placed never looked this good. I lived with my mother and my father, thoes were my best years. A week before my 12 birthday my mom found out that my dad have been cheating on her with a younger women. My father moved out that day to go move in with his pregnant mistress and her kid. My parents didn't get a divorce until a year later, and with the divorce my dad got custody of me because he accused her of being an unfit mother, when he was the one that sat at home drinking while my mother had to work long hours just to support us. So a month before school started I packed up my things and moved across the state. I wanted to cry that day when I was in the car and had to wave good-bye to my mother, but I only let out a single tear. My mom told me to be strong so I was, I was going to be strong for her. Moving to a small town at first was terrible but after living there for five years I grew to love the fresh air and the peace. I was angry at my dad and my new step mom and I never felt apart of their new family. I didn't even feel at home, I could tell did didn't even want me there. The only reason my dad wanted custody of me was to make my mom misable. Once I graduated I was glad to move back home for college. I got to move back it with my mom because she didn't live that far from campus, I just had to ride the bus for about thirty minutes. The worst part about where she live is that the neighborhood went down hill. There was more gang activity making it kind of scary, but I was still happy to be back with my mom, that was what I thought though. When I came back home I found out that my mom had hit rock bottom. She was drinking and doing drugs, she even owe money to a couple of dealers. At the age of 18 I had to become the parent to my mother and in charge of our house hold. So not only going to school full time I had to get a job just to help pay the bills since the money my mother was making was mostly spent by the time she gets paid. I had an emotion break down from all the stress that I turned to the things my mother use to feel better alcohol. It wasn't hard to get it either since there is always something to drink in my house.

I finally made it to the heart of downtown, just a couple more blocks and I will be at hell. I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, it must be a text message or I am just feeling things. I grab my phone and turned it on, I got message from Isaac, my dealer. When I started dating Cameron he introduced me to smoking weed, ever since my first blunt I been hook. It is not an additive drug but it makes me feel great, all my stress, and problems just disappear. I now I smoke in the morning before I leaving and I am in a good mood until the end of class or until someone pisses me off. Cameron also introduced me to Isaac, he got a good supplier and he thinks of me as a friend. I texted him this morning if I could come over after work to pick up my usual.

Isaac: Yeah come through, just text me when you are on your way.

I didn't bother to stop as I was replying back to him. I am actually pretty good when it comes to walking and texting, as long I don't try to cross a street without looking, did that once and almost got hit.

Lilith: Ok I should be there around seven if they don't make me stay later.

As I was about to hit send I felt a force knock into my shoulder and sends me backward to the hard, solid ground.

"Fuck." I heard a male voice say. I was about to ask what was their problem but once I looked into him face I froze at the sight of those green eyes. Those familiar green eyes I use to love.

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New Characters:

Lilith Chance: 19 years old. Curly sandy blonde hair. Brown eyes

Cameron Reed: 21 years old. Short wavy blonde hair. Blue eyes

Isaac Smith: 22 years old. Shaggy brown hair. Brown eyes