His perfect addiction

  *chapter 1*

For the most part, my life was amazing.

My dad was the owner of Lock it Industries, the biggest industrial lock supplier in the world. So, needless to say,  I lead a pretty luxurious life. I was Sixteen years old and a dreamer. I dreamt of being a professional singer one day, just like dad was as a teen.

This is the story of how I, Charlene Lock, died.

It was the first day of the rest of my life.

My parents never let me go to school because they believed humans were incompetent animals.

But after months and months of begging, I finally had my mom enroll me in Amadeus High, school for the artfully gifted.

I sigh as i enter the building and look around the student body, desperately searching for Janis Ian types.

Everything i know about high school, i learned from mean girls.

"Hey! Red!" Some guy shouts over the crowd.

I turn reflexively.

Yes. I am a red head.

And yes, this is one of the reasons i idolize mean girls.

"Hey little red" a blonde boy with bold blue eyes smiles brightly, revealing bright white teeth.

"WATCH OUT!" the boy warns, a muddy football flies past my head as i duck.

"Are you OK red?" The boy asks worriedly, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders and leading me to a less crowded hallway.

"My names Charlene." I inform breathless.

"Seriously?" He smiles even brighter.

"Yea?" I say, confused.

"I'm gonna call you Cherry" he says sweetly.

"Well what can i call you?"

"I'm Niall" he says proudly.

"Well Niall, I'd like to formally thank you for saving my hair from a muddy demise." I giggle.

"My pleasure Ma'am" he chuckles and tips an imaginary cowboy hat.

"Well uhh do you think you can show me to room 69?" I ask, looking down at my agenda.

He bursts out laughing and doubles over, clutching his stomach.

" Uhh what's so funny"  i ask, confused.

" Oh my god! You mean you don't know?!" He giggles.

"Don't know what?" I'm sure my face is as red as my hair by now.

"Oh my lord, your like a third grade schoolboy! What school did you go to before this?" He giggles even more.

"I didn't go to school, i was homeschooled..."

"Oh. My. God. No way."

"Uh yea?"

" you are soooo lucky"

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I got through most of the day without getting yelled at by a teacher or a student. It's now lunchtime (o;TωT)o

I look around the huge cafe and search for a friendly face, i spot one boy, sitting alone at the end of the large hall. I walk quickly towards the boy and sit across from him.

"Hi?" I say, taking in his black jeans and leather jacket, the way his chestnut curls tumble over his deep green eyes.

He glares up at me, looking away from whatever he was writing in the journal on the table i notice his peculiar smell, not human.