Dragon's Mate

Chapter 2: Lone Wolf

Rachel POV:

What is wrong to exist? Was a thought that had always follow me ever since birth. I hid in the janitor's closet as loud shouting rang out from behind the door.

"Where is he?", an annnoyed voice whispered loudly.

"God how can we lose that good for nothing?", said another out loud.

"Hahaha!!!", snickered the first voice.

"Richy...that son of a traitor?", mummbled a third voice

"Hey... let's leave him for now. He is probably peeing his pants now!", chimmed in a fourth.

"Yeah! we will find him later any. Next time we will show him!", announced the first voice.

I held my breath. My heart beat was loud in the silent room as the shuffling behind the door slowly disappears. Man why is it like this? The first day of school to middle school to now freshman year of high school. Being bullied. I gritted my teeth as those words rang out in my mind "being bullied".

I stood up and brushed dust off of my ripped jeans. A mirror was on the door of the janitor's closet. I glared at it. My reflection glares back, rough black hair and emerald eyes with rejection and betrayal in its' depth. I groaned and closed my eyes. "Being bullied" isn't the real words "rejection from society" is more like it. I open my eyes and this time my hand instinctively reached for the scar that runs from slightly above my right eye to the middle of my right cheek.

"Why?" I thought."What branded me to be a target?" I shook my head I guess I already know the answer. Sighing I opened the the door just as the 5th period bell rang. People like herds of animal hurried towards the cafeteria for lunch. I shrugged. Who cares I thought, as I walked by a group of girls who were gossiping, they blushed as soon as I walk pass. Screw school I thought. Grabbing everything I need from my locker, I left a soon as possible. I'll ditch any day.

I left school and walked to the city. It was a short walk since the school is located right next to the city. I pull up my hood the moment I reach a crowd to cover up the motion of my hands reaching and jerking my hood over my head.

Suspicious? Very, but in a city like this it's better not to be recognize as a teen or you might get cornered... And from my experience it's not pretty.

I slowed down my pace casually, matching the crowd. Closing my eyes I continued walking normally, allowing my senses to kick in.

Smell over flow everything. The perfumes, the strong and thick smell of burnt gasoline, the aroma of cooked foods, and the stink of death and trash left trails of scent all around. Then came the noise, the beat of every footstep, the in and out of every breath, the sound of a speeding car's wheels, and the chorus of every single heartbeat, thudding in a chest.

With two of the senses on and alert, I could barely stop myself from get lost in the rush of the to different sense. But I have things to attend to and when I said "to attend" it is in the place of other terms, in which most of the time you do not associate it with any friendly meeting of any sort.