The dream first occurred when I was 12 the night before my 13th birthday, it happened for the next 4 years. It was always the same. I was standing in a giant ballroom in the center of a masquerade ball. Everyone was wearing the same mask, it covered the full face, half was black, half was white. All I saw was white and black. Everywhere. The walls, the people, the food, the lights. Everything besides me. My dress is the color of fresh blood. My hair is the same as always, fire red. The thing I always remembered when I woke up was the wings growing out of my back. One is black as night while the other is as white as fresh fallen snow. I'm just standing in the middle of the ballroom when a fireball shots from my chest and the room is engulfed in flames.
I fall right out of bed covered in a sheer sweat, and tangled in my sheets. I look around and all I see are boxes. We got in so late last night I didn't have time to unpack yet again. This is my 5th school in 2 years. No matter how much we like a place we always have to leave because of me. I try so hard to control it but it's to strong. I roll my neck and shoulders when my wings sprout out. This is what I mean when I say it's my fault we always have to move. Someone eventually sees my wings or my powers spin out of control. I can do so many things. I can read minds, control fire, water, wind, I have wings, I can move things with my mind and I'm really strong. One time we hade to leave a town because I punched straight through the ground.
I go to the closet and grab some leggings, a panic at the disco shirt, my combat boots and my leather jacket. I hop in the shower then get dressed. Today is my first day at Lincoln Memorial school in some ridiculously small town in Nevada. I walk down stairs, grab my back and walk out the door. My mom already left for work and my dad is still sleeping. I open the garage and go to my precious motorcycle. It is a standard 2007 Harley Davidson model. I throw on my helmet and reeve the engine. I pull out the driveway and maneuver through the suburb we live in.
When I pull up in the school parking lot everyone is looking at me. I take of my helmet and shake out my curly red hair.i see all the standard clicks in the parking lot. The jocks and cheerleaders, the drama club, geeks and nerds. It's always the same no matter what school you go to. I walk in and go to the administration office. I get my schedule and see that I have history first hour. I really should have gotten more sleep last night. When I get there I am the only one there. The teacher tells me to sit anywhere I like then goes back to reading the newspaper. I trudge to the back seat closest to the window and put in my headphones. I put my feet up and lean back. No more then 30 seconds someone is poking me. I pull out my head phones and say harshly "What".
A blonde cheerleader is standing in front of me with a glare on her face. " You're in my seat " she says with so much sweetness it's sickening. I laugh and she looks at me like I'm crazy. " Let me guess you're the head cheerleader? "
" How'd you guess? Was it my beauty? " She replies snidely.
" No it's just you have that 'I'm better then all of you' attitude going on. "
" Get out of my seat goth girl. "
" Nah, I don't see a name on it, so it's not yours. "
" Britney just come sit up here " yells a pretty girl sitting in the front.
" This isn't over goth girl. "
" Is that the best you got? I'm so scared " I say while shaking in fear sarcastically.
Britney stomps her foot and sulks to the front. That's when I hear a deep laugh next to me. I turn and see a handsome boy sitting next to me. He is wearing dark jeans with a faded band shirt and a leather jacket. He has black hair hanging messily around his ears. He has high cheek bones and full lips turned up is a smirk. His eyes are the same as mine. Blue so deep it looks purple.
