The Chosen Few (On Hold)

Chapter One

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Mercetie's pov

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock on my phone playing Dark Side. I had taking a liking to the song since I felt like i related to it. I sigh and quickly get up, starting my day.

I do all my hygiene and head to my "new room" shall I say, to decide what I want to wear I decide to wear an outfit I had bought at a store that was to my liking.
(A/N I actually drew this picture, i just messed up on the hair.)

I also style that, with some black combat boots and black skinny Jeans. Now that I am satisfied with my outfit, I unlock my jewelry box and gently take out the one thing my foster parents hadn't provided for me. The Locket. It was absolutely beautiful and it was a family heirloom. My parents had also told me when I was nine that one day it would lead me to the right people.

Before I could even stop myself, the memories flood in like a tornadoe. The events of that horrible day feel my thoughts and I see my mom and dad, dead on the floor, waiting for me to find them when I got home.

I take a sharp inhale, then breathe out. I wipe the single tear that was on my cheek.

"No Mercetie, you will not cry. Not now, not today. And as quickly as it came, it passed, and I went downstairs. I was met by the smell of what my adoptive parent call "French Toast".

"Good morning Mercetie. I hope you enjoy the french toast I prepared for your first day at your new high school!!" Ms. Arton squealed.

She was always gushing and squealing like a middle schooler. To tell the truth, I'm already annoyed with her and I just met her three days ago.

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass." I say as I grab my black, leather, jewel bedazzled, back pack and quickly head for the door before Ms. Arton can give me a headache. 

"Wait, where are you going? The bus isn't coming for another ten minutes!" She exclaims.

"Then I'll just walk" I say. "Anything to get away from you" I think in my head as I walk out the door.

I get a gush of fresh air as I exit the house, and I breathe out, sighing afterwards.

Finally. Time to myself to think about all that's happened and let it sink In. To actually accept that my loving, caring parents are gone and my innocent little sister is now one of my worst enemies.

I could feel the tears already stinging at the back of my eyes for the second time today. But, yet again, i held myself together. I had to let it go. There was no time for grieving. I had to get a plan together on how to take back my kingdom that was rightfully mines.

I walked the rest of the way to my new school. It was pretty big, but lacked the colors, the boldness like most other planets. It was basic colors, in the normal box shape. Everything bland, nothing like my home. Great.

As i get closer, I can almost see a separation of people at this school. All of them in there own groups.

I quickly recognized what earth people call a jock. I had studied it in earthology when I was 14. I remember the text describing them as rowdy and sometimes, obnoxious. I also heard they played sports a lot of the time.

Then you had your average fast and easy girls, who were also viscious and mean but very popular. They were always trying to get with the jocks or some other popular person. On my planet we had our own type of way to deal with those type of girls.

Kersa, the galactic word that means gym in english. But, very different than earth gym. As in which they have dodge ball with red rubber balls, we had broken off pieces of charred lava rocks that still had lava on it. I laugh to myself thinking about how it caught Aamora's hair on fire. Of course she froze her hair afterwards, but her hair had to thaw out for the rest of the day and it was kinda funny watch her shiver throughout class. I don't know If I should've thought it was funny. But they didn't tell you I was a savage. (A/N had to put Rihanna in here😂)

Then you had your wannabes who wanted to be the fast and easy girls and copied everything they did and wore what they wore.

And finally, your typical nerds who were very smart but lacking style. Even though I have taste, I can see myself fitting in with them fine.

As I walk through the doors I see chaos. Well, high school level chaos. Kids coming in and out the doors. Other ones stopping in the middle of the hall talking in groups.people with there lockers open.

I'm making my way through the crowd when someone bumps into me, making me fall backwards.

"Sorry." Said the person who knocked into me but there tone told me they really weren't paying attention. I just rolled my eyes, got back up and kept going to the office. When i got there I went to the desk that had a label on top that said secretaty. After standing there for a few seconds, the lady in the desk looked up from her computer and noticed me. She instantly put on a smile.

"Hey, how are you? I bet you're one of our new students. For some reason, we've been getting a lot of new students today!" Great, she's chirpier than my foster mom.

I mentally roll my eyes before plastering a cheesy, fake smile on my face.

"Yeah wonder why, um could I please get my schedule and locker number?" I gush, keeping that cheesy smile on my face. Great, now all I have to do is hold it till I get out of this place. I sigh.

"This is going to be a very long day." I think in my head as the secretary rambles on and on about nothing.