Welcome to My World

Chapter 1 Rayla's POV {No!}

"No!" I scream.

Viren laughs. He's got both of us trapped now, me and Callum. He stands over us, Dark Magic making his eyes black and his hands purple with the smoking magic. I shudder.

He crushes purple dust and throws it over the two of us, chanting a spell. "On era seiromem rieht, og meht tel Htrae ot!"

There's a blinding purple flash, then I don't remember anything.

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I wake up, the area around me unfamiliar. But I somehow know what to do. Soon, I'm heading out the door across the street to a pale yellow house. There's a panel with a button, and I push it. Part of me warns me that I don't know what it is, but mostly I ignore it.

The door swings open, and a brown-haired boy steps out. He looks confused for a second but then his expression clears. "Hey, Rayla."

His voice triggers something, and I remember his name. "Hey, Callum. Ready for first day of school?" I ask.

"Sure am. Wonder if Ezran will be there?" He replies.

Ezran. The name sounds familiar, but I can't put a face to it. A vision flashes through my mind, a young brown-haired boy with fluffy hair and blue eyes twinkling in his brown skin playing with a little girl, her long black hair braided over her shoulder while her dark eyes sparkled mischievously. They're looking at a small blue dragon, laughing with delight. Then it's gone.

"Rayla, you ok?" Callum asks, his eyes worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. "Let's just get to school. Wouldn't want to be late for the first day, right?"

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The doors open, and we step into school. Everyone immediately stares at us. We make for an odd sight, the two of us. Callum in his black jeans, purple shirt, red hoodie and blue jacket don't look so strange, but I know with my white hair, violet eyes, black leggings and sneakers, and my green jacket thrown over my white shirt with a purple stripe and black stripe I look strange.

A gaggle of girls immediately strut up to Callum and I, eyes flashing beneath buckets of makeup. "Hey, babe." One says to Callum in a flirty tone. Callum flinches away and I step in front of him. "Hey, back off." I snarl.

The one in front, a tall, blond, blue-eyed girl, states down at me. "Out of the way, what he want with a freak like you?" She asked snootily, eyeing my hair and my clothes in disgust.

I give her the same once-over, my eyebrows raising at her hot pink miniskirt. Her pastel pink tank top is so tight I bet if she bent over it would snap. "Before you call me freak, you might want to take a look in the mirror." I growl as she takes a step closer to Callum. He takes a step back.

"Oh, having a fight now are we?" She purrs. I analyze her quickly. She's in heels, so in my sneakers I'll be faster. I've been training, so probably skill advantage, but I don't know if I have mental advantage.

My hands go to my back by instinct, but there isn't anything there. A vague memory pops up, of me grabbing something and flipping it into blades and then hooks. Then it's gone. That's crazy. When would I ever do that? It doesn't matter now. I ball my fists.

She takes a swing, wobbling in those ridiculous kitten heels of hers. I easily duck it and retaliate. She manages to dodge, but I'm not even trying hard. She swings her purse at me, but I sweep her feet out from under her and the purse smacks me in the face. I wipe the blood from my nose as she stands up, her arm bruised.

"Girls! Stop this, right now!" A man yells.

I turn to look. It's the principal, Mr. Hingsworth. He looks very, very, very displeased.

Oops. I think I'm in trouble.