MyStory Book 1: A Cursed Destiny

Chapter 2: How I met them

DarkWing/FlyCraft
I walked into the kindergarten room, slightly tensing as I felt all eyes turn on me. Great. I had just been accepted into this school, and now everyone was going to hate me, just like always.
"Class, this is FlyCraft. I'm your teacher, Ms. Tiffany. FlyCraft, say hello to your class." She said with fake sweetness in her voice. I stiffened my upper lip and hesitantly waved. I allowed my best at a cold, untrusting glare to appear on my face as my eyes swept across the room. My glare turned real as I realized most of my fellow females were wearing short fancy pink dresses and makeup with flats, very different from my purple t-shirt with black jeans, red shoes, a white headband, and a black hoodie. Parents these days sure like to doll up their children.
Only two people caught my eye. Both girls, one blond and one brunette. The long-haired blond had a white sundress that went down to her ankles and had sky blue stripes running up and down it, with light green sandals and no makeup. The shoulder-length brunette had a dark brown t-shirt with grey jeans, black shoes, and no makeup.
"You'll be sitting by..." Ms. Tiffany said as she looked around the class. Eventually her eyes lit up and she concluded, "Between Nikki and Angel." She said, pointing to two girls that were wearing loads of makeup. I huffed internally, and walked over, stepping over a guy's ankle who wanted to trip me, plopped my backpack on the back of my chair, and sat down. I knew this year wasn't gonna be fun.
I walked around the cafeteria at lunch, when I saw the two girls that had caught my attention earlier. You know the ones not wearing makeup?
Sitting down alone, I noticed that Nikki and Angel were walking up to them with some people behind them.
"What. Are you doing. At our table, freaks?" Nikki asked with menace.
"Yeah, I mean, you don't even deserve to sit here. It's only for the people who should be living." The brunette sighed, and got up, holding a hand out to the blond, who had tears in her eyes.
"Come on, DarkWing. Let's go." She murmured (I was pretending they were mouthing to each other). "They aren't worth our time."
As DarkWing got up, Angel shrieked, "What did you just say?!" And slapped the brunette. My eyes widened and I got up and marched over to them, anger stirring inside me.
"Excuse me, but really? What are you exactly trying to accomplish here? I bet you just claim every table they sit at just to get on their nerves." I declared. I swear, almost everyone's jaws dropped excpet for Nikki and Angel's (my thoughts: if this was anime...) They looked at me, and Angel slapped me too. My reaction: let my head snap to the side, spit on the ground, look at Angel, and nail her straight in the face. I quickly learned that I have a great right cross. Then walk away with DarkWing and the brunette, who I later found out to be Endersight, and have a good year.

Blaze
I was sitting alone in the library, alone as usual. A pair of seven year old eyes swept lazily across the room as I tapped my pencil on the table, thinking about what to draw. My pencil unconciously went lead down and sketched across the paper. As I finished, I looked down. It was a drawing of myself, though all of my teeth looked like canines, and I had an insane glint in my supposedly black eyes. I shrugged after a moment, looking at the pens lying next to me. My hand went to them and started coloring. Once I finished that, I looked down again. The girl had red hair with orange streaks, blood was dripping from her clawed hands and teeth, and a scythe was in one hand. A message was written in blood in the background.
'I'm here...'
...
What did that mean? I pondered the words for a while, but then,
"You're a pretty good drawer."
I jumped and turned around, and was met with a blond haired blue eyed girl wearing the colors of fire in a way that she looked like a flame herself.
She snickered. "Sorry. I'm Blaze. Nice to meetcha." She didn't act sorry in the slightest. I felt slightly wary of her, but shook her hand nonetheless.