High School Elementalists

Chapter 1: Kiera Ashé

{Kiera's POV}

After hearing my alarm ring, it took all of my energy to stop myself from screaming. I don't want to do this. I got up and turned the alarm off, giving it a whack that was more aggressive than I meant for it to be. I groaned and walked to the mirror, staring at myself. My hair was messed up in a knot above my head and my eyes looked worn and tired from not getting enough sleep.

I looked like absolute shit, and it was going to take me literally hours to fix this. It's gonna be an extremely long day. So, I finally decide to walk to my closet after procrastinating for a solid twenty minutes. God, I already gonna be later, who gives a fuck. I find a plaid shirt and black tank that look decent and throw on a pair of skinny white wash jeans that look good for being dirty. Walking over to my bed, which is still unmade, I flip my phone over to look at the time. Fuck! It's already 7:40 and school starts at 8. 

Sprinting down the hall, I slide into the bathroom, slam the door shut and begin to prep my face at an abnormally face pace. Halfway through my routine, I decide that mascara, foundation, and a little bit of contour is more than enough.

After grabbing a bagel from my mom, I sprint down the steps and physically break my seat slamming into it. My black doc martens floor the gas pedal of my Jeep Wrangler as I head off to my new school. 

Only like two minutes away from the school I somehow manage to hit a mailbox. In my frustration, I scream, causing a nearby garden and lawn to burst up in flames. Shit, I didn't mean that. I take hold of my hair to look at it and see the fiery red color slowly draining out of it. Focusing on getting to school I stomp my foot on the pedal and begin to speed off.

I saunter into the school, on time thanks to my "amazing" driving skills, and look around to see everyone staring at me. Me, being the extremely competitive person I am, takes that as a challenge. Still slowly walking down the hall, I make sure that everyone is staring at me. 

There is one kid, in particular, that is staring at me more than the others somehow and he looks hot. He had these devilishly handsome emerald eyes and dark, gorgeous fluffy hair. Oh, this is gonna be a great year, I think to myself as the door to the front office slams behind me.