There will be blood

The begining

4/18

I woke up with the sun burning my arm. I opened my eyes and thought this whole nightmare I was living in the past few days was just that, a dream. but no matter how hard I wished, wished the deaths were undone, the blood was retracted, the screams of the fallen were reversed, and the suffering of my loved ones never happened. but it did, I don't know exactly what happened, maybe a disease or a plague, but all I know is that it kills people.

"Your finally up." I hear a voice that's deep and soft, and I realize it's Tyler's. I flung myself up and saw the squirrel we killed over the fire. I've never eaten a squirrel before, but I think it'll taste like chicken or steak. "how's your arm?" Tyler repeats in a curious way. "ok, I guess." I say in irratation.

How'd this happen, why'd this happen? the words echo in my head. how'd it go so bad so fast?

A week earlier

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I was tired. My ear piercing alarm went off and I threw my hand until it hit the alarm clock. I slid my fingers up and down to find the correct button.

I fought with myself to find the correct time to get out of bed. I finally flung my body to the edge of the bed and slowly slid down my soft blue comforter.

I grabbed my brush and gently brushed my golden locks until my hair was smooth.

I threw a t-shirt that had my favorite band logo on it and some jeans on. I put a pair of fuzzy socks on, one blue, one pink. I swiftly put my brown round (nerd) glasses.

I run down stairs until a sent gets my attention. it smells of a pancakes. I hear the sizzling of the batter hitting and cooking on the pan the butler is cooking with. I sneak into the kitchen were my mother sits on one of the chairs at the long dinning room table. she's humming some sort of song before my generation. her make-up is practically smeared on her face. it's like a clown did her make-up. There's a thick line of eyeliner around her eyes, which apparently makes her sea blue eyes glow. she's also wearing red lipstick, a matching pearl set, a red dress, and high heals in a shade of black.

She doesn't notice me until I sit down." ohh, did you sleep good?" my mother said in a fake billionaire way. my mom the "Amy Collins", billionaire, fashion designer, and actress. she's the mother people dream about. But she's like a dream so, since she's famous, I barley ever get to spend time with her or even see her. I have more of a emotional connection to servants, or people who work for my parents at my home. My mother is anything but perfect.

"Hello" I was about to respond, but.."ya, ok be there in 15." My mom was on her blue tooth, talking to her boss. ughhhh. " Sorry honey but I won't be able to take you to school." well , she never does, she promises and promises but never had she even once brought me to school." whatever" I say looking at my plate and pancake the butler gave me. My mother puts on a frown and gives a sigh. she walks out the door and leaves. "you'll be ok, she'll come around sometime." a sympathetic voice says to me as a hand touches my shoulder.

I put my shoes on and go to the garage, where my chariot awaits me. I walk into the corvette which is painted black with violet flames on the sides. I sit on the black leather seats which are cold. I watch us pass the houses and stores.

Once I am near school, I ask the driver to drop me off a block away, not that I'm ashamed of being rich, I just don't want people to judge me, and I don't want people to be my friend cause of my money. The driver does so. I walk the rest of the way.

When I get on campus I immediately see the populars, the nerds, and the jocks swarm into their own groups of their social ranking.

Kimberly My best friend in the whole wide world comes running toward me. "Tyler, Tyler Wilder needs a tutor!" " Why is dose he concern u?" "Cause your the smartest person in school!" "uhhh?" "so u can be his tutor!" kimmy has always wanted to be popular, and gets mad that's she's not. " Uhh, no." I say in irritation. The bell rings, saving me. I run to my new class as kimmy runs to hers in a frown. I take out my schedule to find the right class. Math.

I'm now in front of classroom 3. I walk in and the teacher tells us to stand on the sides of the class.

As I lean against the counter, I see a tall teen boy walk in. his hair is covering his face. he has long black hair but it does not reach his shoulders. His blue/green eyes cause the girls to gasp as he walks in, like he's Cody Simpson. He walks weird like he has a rock in his shoe. his freckles cover his cheeks and nose. he's wearing a hoodie with a t-shirt under it, also jeans, and wore down vans on his feet. it's Tyler Wilder, the most popular guy in school, uggghhhh!

He walks in and stands across from me. The teacher Mrs.Penny seats us at 8 different table groups. the tables are a dark wood, I'm not sure what type of tree they are made from, but I think its oak. the room is carpeted with patterns of diamonds on it, with Albert enstine equation posters covering the walls. Penny calls a series of names, she calls mine then she puts me at table 6. I'm right near the sink and garbage can. "Tyler your sitting at table 6 across from Annabell" I looked up and Tyler is walking over and sits across from me smiling. Uhhhhh lucky me.

Once we all are sat down, we play a continuous amount of socializing games to get to know your new classmates. Which is weird cause this is a math class not a social group.

Near the end of class, Tyler whispers to me "Hey I was wondering if you'd be my tutor for math, uhh... if your not busy!" "Ummmm-" I'm cut off by the bell. I quickly say " sure" but then regret it once I exit the room. I have science next.

I go to the science room and see Tyler appear behind me. " do you have science too?" he asked as if he already knew. "ya" I say disappointed. I walk in and, guess what, Tyler is sat next to me again.