The Real Monsters

Chapter 1: Midnight

     The regaining of consciousness filled me with a groggy feeling, and the sun was pouring in through the light in the window. I could barley open my eyes, my body fighting the process of me waking up. I rolled over, hoping to ignore this small awakening and fall asleep once more, but alas, no luck. I yawned, bracing myself with my elbow, sitting up slightly. I rubbed my eyes, the yellow color of them now showing. I slicked my hand through my dark hair, a nice shade of black. To be in this room was a miracle, in fact each day was. I wasn't some awful motivationist who believed that life was a beauty, in fact my life was quite the opposite. Of course I was about the age where these thoughts could easily creep into my mind. 

     "Time to start the day," I grumbled, removing my elbow from behind me and stretching slightly. I stepped one foot on the floor, the other one following closely after. Though I was young to most's standards, my kind was very mature. I was already picturing what my day would be like as I stepped softly into my closet, a smile plastered on my face. Today was going to be pleasant enough, as it was Friday. It was very hard to hate every day of existence when there was such a thing as Friday. I yawned, throwing on a simple pair of blue jeans, which had not a single hole, and a white t-shirt. I then grabbed a light jacket, as the early spring air was always a need for a small added layer. I pulled my socks on my feet, and slid my black tennis shoes on. I then scanned the room for my bag.

     Sadly, it was no where to be seen, so I began to look in the corners of the room, which the same luck as moments before. "Shit," I growled, my search under the bed unsuccessful. I shrugged, hoping that my bag wouldn't be completely lost, I could go without it for one day. I then began to move towards the door of my room, pushing open the door. The house was quiet, as my mother was at work, and my dad had began his articles for the day. While I never saw my parents, at least not very often, I didn't mind. I then found my bag, as my mom must have moved  it. I then slung it over my shoulder with a soft motion, making the quick decision to skip breakfast.

     It was at the moment I realized that a knock I normally received on my door hadn't begun. I opened the front door, stepping out onto the front steps. My one-story, pale grey house was now behind me. I looked across the street, which was not only the location most fancy house on the block, but it was in fact the location in which my best friend since birth was now standing. Her hair was a soft orange, not a ginger, it was more the color of sherbet ice cream. Her hair matched her name, a soft, sweet kind of name. Moltina. The kind of name no one else in the world has, but that's fine with me. As long as I survived the next three years of middle school with Moltina by my side, I would be happy. Of course I had feelings for her, it only made sense, as she was charming in all ways, and I knew and trusted her more than my own parents. And I was about that age when your feelings began to become wild and untamed.

     I didn't want to date her, or do anything but be around her. But as I thought about her and all of her glory, she was quickly approaching. She had her hair down, it's meduim length tucked behind her ears and flowing down her back. It made me wonder what my hair looked liked, as I hadn't brushed it, or done anything with it. She was dressed in a similar fashion to me, but she was instead sporting a nice pair of black leggings. Quite honestly, she was so normal, you would never expect her to be a monster. I shuddered at the term, as it was a rough, barbaric way to describe those who had mutated in such a way that they have incredible abilities. But it still amazed me how well I could hide, and Moltina could hide. If I was a stranger, I couldn't tell you who in my school was superhuman. I couldn't have guessed Moltina was, indeed, incredibly powerful as well. 

     Her family is one of those of lava witches, who have the power to summon and control all things fire and melted rock. Though it may seem weak, the secrets of her family's tricks make her power one that was lusted after. Her skin was fireproof, meaning she could use magma to form additions to her body, which I thought was neat. She hasn't ever used her powers around me, but she was one to talk about them, constantly, which didn't bother me too much. At least I knew someone had my back. Moltina then stood in front of me, a small smile on her face, "You ready?" she inquired, most likely about our routine walk to school. 

    "Lead the way," I hummed back, softly smiling. Moltina turned, and we shared a comfortable silence, as where close enough to understand each other without talking. It was such a silence shared by only the closest of friends. However, it was odd looking around and not knowing who was like me. That was, unless they where someone who had to suffer more than we ever would. That, in this case, would be the hybrids, half monster, half human. Most of the time they where half animal, either having ears or a tail. However, some had small wings, or an assortment of interesting limbs. No human, or monsters acting human, could ever treat these people kindly. In fact, many teased and taunted these people, hatred spewing from their mouth.

     "You are always lost in thought, care to share?" Moltina said, cocking her head slightly, facing towards me. This caught me off guard, as I had, indeed been lost in my thoughts. I sighed, simply not wanting to reply.

     "I'm just think about how screwed this place is," I scoffed. Moltina nodded her head slightly.

     "Especially with someone like her," Moltina started, her eyes pointing to a familiar blond head of hair. "What a watse of time, especially since she knows nothing. Most nasty human I've ever seen, and at twelve, such a shame."

     A pair of venous eyes then caught Moltina's, making her smirk slightly. Moltina hardly ever seemed scared of Summer, a pretty, yet bitchy queen of our grade. Even next year, when we hit seventh, I'm sure she will stay the same. She seemed to love to show how she was better than me, and everyone else. 

     "Good job Moltina, we aren't halfway to school and Summer is already heading over here," I mumbled, and Moltina gave a soft laugh. It wasn't filled with nervousness, it was filled with a soft joy. I slightly wished I should be that confident.

     "She won't do anything until we get to school, so we have a bit," she said, that smile still across her face. She had captivating eyes, a shade of orange incredibly alike to her hair, as it wasn't odd to have bright eye colors along with hair. Our neighborhood, which also housed Summer, was only a swift five minute walk into the school. Our five minutes where slowly coming to an end, which caused me to feel a bit sad. School only pushed us apart, it seemed, as we had no classes with each other, expect for lunch. We stepped inside, and we headed for my locker. I grabbed my books while discussing meaningless subject with Moltina, and then it was our turn to visit her locker. She threw the door open violently.

     While my locker was tidy and organized, the one she opened before me was not, books and jackets covered the bottom, while binders where shoved on top. A large backpack she never used hung on a hook, and her books where stacked sloppily on the small shelf on the top. She grabbed a textbook different from mine, the closed the door with equal force to when she opened it. She then turned to me, an angry look on her face. 

    "If you don't like it, clean it yourself," she huffed out, a glare directed at me. 

     "You know me too well, but you can clean that mess yourself," I said, smiling at her glare.

     "Barf, get some standards..."

This is just a short into chapter for background..