Realize

So guys, I will admit, my other story was getting boring to me :)  As per usual, I"ll start ANOTHER story!!!  :)  Please read my other stories too!!  Especially Fanning the Flames!! 

Realize

Chapter 1

            When you really realize that you are on your deathbed, things start to kick in motion.  You remember all the things you wish you could take back but can't.  You realize the affect your way of life had on your love ones.  It's a time like this that you realize how much you don't want to die, even though you not-so-secretly convent it for a long time.  It's a time like this; you realize that you're not going to die but to fight even if it will hurt others.  For the first time you finally start to realize the world around you isn't so black and white.  At least that's how I see it especially now with a sharp silver sword pressed against my throat and no one around to save me for once.  For once, I have to rely on myself.  The blade rises and comes down towards me in one deathly swing and I know I have to act quickly, but how?

            I sit on the hard plastic seat in the back of my Geometry class.  I just keep on swinging around that garnet bracelet that was the last thing my parents gave me before they just left me.  Sure, I was only two but it still stings some.  I was too engrossed in my little activity that I didn't notice the ruler until it slammed against my hand unforgivably.  I grabbed my bracelet and pulled back my hand.  "What's your freaking problem?" I said as I stared menacing at my teacher Mr. Sums.  Yeah, I'm not joking.  A man named Mr. Sums teaches a math class, ironic much, I think so. 

            "Pay attention Miss Lynch," said Mr. Sums in a stuck up voice. 

            "Sorry, I'll try to refrain myself from being bored again," I said while rolling my eyes.  Once again, the ruler slapped down, but this time on the desk making a loud banging sound, that echoed throughout the classroom.  "Sheesh, did you take a class that teaches you how to use that?  If you did, you might want your money back since I'm pretty sure you're supposed to use it to measure and not to abuse people with," I said sarcastically and crossed my arms under my chest slipping on the bracelet.

            "That's quite enough Miss Lynch," he said and started to walk away.  I quickly wrote something on a piece of paper and took some tape.  I got up from my seat and gave Mr. Sums a slap on the back.

            "You know, you really are a great teacher when you want to be," I smiled kindly at him and walked back to my seat.  Kids snickered as they read the sign.  I may have graduated from college, but I still have the maturity of a baby, it read in sloppy print.  Sure, it's immature, but hey, that's one of the best parts of it!  Mr. Sums turned around and gave us a glare.  His eyes flicked to me and they grew angrier when he finally understood the reason for laughter.  He felt around on his back until he found the piece of paper.  He ripped it off his shirt and read it.  He looked up at me with anger igniting his eyes.

            "Why did you do this Miss Lynch?" he asked with irritation in his voice.  My face went into an innocent mask; big eyes and everything.

            "B-but I didn't do that sir!  Does that look like my handwriting?" I made my bottom lip wobble, "I would never do anything that would disappoint dear Aunt Rosaline and Uncle Jackson!"  A small tear went down my eye and I looked back down at the paper making sure a blush came flooding into my cheeks.  Yes, I'm an excellent liar.  "H-how can you assume such a thing?" I asked.  I looked back up to see confusion written across his face.

            "It's alright Laliah; I didn't mean to be blaming an innocent person.  Please forgive me," he asked softly.  I bit my lip and shock my head yes.  He sighed and moved to the front of the class and started lecturing again.  I smiled and shook my head softly making my straight brown hair move around me.  My side bangs moved into my eyes.  I loved my side bangs, I did them personally and they looked ah-mazing if I can say so myself.  My name is unique too; it means Night Beauty in Arabic even though I don't have a drop of Middle East in my blood. Seriously, my parents were/are nut jobs even if they can pick cool names.  As soon as the last bell rang, I sprang out of my seat and ran to the parking lot.  I jumped into my small Sudan and sped out of the parking lot burning rubber. 

            I drove past all the beautiful houses and into more of a farmland community with average houses with large porches and even larger yards.  The huge oak and maple trees were in full swing with their beautiful, vibrant reds.  I pulled into a three story Victorian house and jumped out of the vehicle with my brown and blue messenger bag around my shoulders.  I opened up the big brown door and tossed my backpack into a corner.  "I'm home!" I yelled at Rosaline and Jackson, wherever they are. 

            "I sweetie, how was school?" asked Rosaline as she stepped out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a small hand towel.  She had graying brown hair like mine, but she had beautiful blue eyes.  She was sporting an ugly pink dress.  Yes, she's a typical wife and yes, she was/is my mother's sister.  Therefore, she naturally took me in after her sister, err, left me.  I plopped down dramatically on the plush red couch and sighed. 

            "Horribly terrible Rosaline.  I think the whole student body, including the teachers, are out to get me!"  I laid back and closed my eyes.  I heard Rosaline take in a deep breath.

            "Well then, this is your lucky day!  We're sending you to a boarding school!" Rosaline said as she try to make it sound positive.  I jumped up from the couch. 

            "Whoa, stop right there and rewind.  I'm going to a boarding school!  Those either are for the stuck up and rich, or messed up kids!  I'm neither, for your information!  Oh, and another thing, I'm not going!" I plopped back down on the couch and put my arms under my chest as I stared stubbornly at her.

            "I'm so sorry Laliah, but your parents asked us to send you there when it's time," she said as she came and sat by me.  She rested a reassuring hand against my shoulder.  I knocked it off disgusted by the sight of it.

            "Since when does my parents rule my life?  If I do recall, they haven't been around for, oh, that last thirteen years of my life?!  If you just wanted to get rid of me, you could have just said so.  I can take a hint ya' know?" I got off the couch and stormed up the stairs.  I ignored the cries of despair from my aunt. 

            "Hey kiddo how was your day?" asked Uncle Jackson.  I glanced at him disgustedly. 

            "Horrible, as if you care," I said as I stormed past him into my room.

            "Hey, you wait there young lady," he said as he stopped in front of my door. 

            "Leave me alone!  I'm leaving soon anyways, might not want to start liking me now!" I screamed at him as tears ran down my eyes.  I slammed the door right in his face and ran to my bed.  I jumped on it and laid my head down on the soft comforter.  I grabbed my ragged stuffed animal, Climm, and cried myself to sleep.

            "Wake up Laliah, it's time for you to finally realize," whispered a reassuring voice, but it wasn't familiar.  I felt a cold hand wipe my hair from my face.  I looked up to see the cold eyes of none other than... my mother.

            I sat up screaming so loud, I'm shock glass didn't shatter.  I heard feet running up the stairs and my door flying open.  Arms grasped my shoulders and I hugged the slender body back.  A light flickered on and I looked up at my aunt.  "Did you have that dream again?" she asked softly.  I nodded my head and she hugged my harder.  What did that dream mean?

            "Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough.  I'm sorry to bombard you with this, but your plane is going to leave at 5 o'clock tomorrow evening.  You should land roughly around 6 o'clock in Maine.  You'll be attending Blair Academy.  I'm sorry about all of this, we really do want you but you need to go to this school," she hugged my tighter.  I took in a deep breath.

            "Okay, just as long as I DON'T have to go to school tomorrow," I said trying to make her happy.  She laughed, gave me a kiss, and bid me a good night before closing the door softly behind her.  Tomorrow, I get on a plane, travel to a new school, and leave the only home I've ever known.  Oh, and did I mention I'm terrified of heights?  Great, just great!