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Chapter One



You know life sucks, but school sucks more. My P.E teacher Mrs. Summer loves to make us run to death. Though I can run faster and longer than most students. I can run all day with no rest. While deep in my thoughts about today’s world, I heard Mrs. Summer call out,

“Raven, come join the rest of the class. I have an announcement”

I stopped running and started to walk to the bleachers. I wasn’t as sweaty as the other student’s. Only one little bead of sweat slid down my cheek and fell off my chin onto the gym floor. When I reached the bleachers the bottom three rows were filled with girls, so I went all the way to the top row and sat alone. I took my ear buds out of my ears and turned off my iPod. IPod’s aren’t allowed in the school, but I have special permission from all the teachers and the principal. All the teachers are between twenty and forty, but Mrs. Summer is the youngest gym teacher at the age of twenty-four. She’s eight years older than me.

I’m sixteen and a sophomore in high school. I’m pure blooded Irish, but instead of having the red hair I have short; jet black hair that’s spiked a bit in the back. I’m one of the skinniest people in the school; medium chest and the Irish green eyes.

My grandparents on both sides came to America sixty years ago. My parents were both born and married here. Their marriage was arranged, but they didn’t mind it at all. They loved each other anyway.

My mother was going to give birth to twins, but I was the only one who made it. The other one died in my mother’s womb. After seventeen years, my parents moved back to Ireland, leaving me behind with my grandparents, but that was my decision.

I live with my grandparents on my mother’s side. My dad’s parents died four years ago. Then two years later, my only living grandparents died. My parents came back for the funereal and stayed for a week after; I was fourteen then. During that week my parents didn’t want to take me out of school so they gave me my own house and millions of dollars to my name. They helped pick out the house and the furniture then left for Ireland again.

Apparently, my uncle died and it’s my mother’s turn on the throne. My family is bluebloods. Bluebloods are members of a royal family. I turned sixteen last week and the only ones who celebrated it were my roommate John and me.

John moved in about a month ago. He’s cute and all. He’s tall; slender, but muscular, and he has medium dark brown hair that’s pretty straight. The only thing is, he’s not into girls. So I don’t try to do anything to upset him.

My flash back of those times ended when I heard Mrs. Summer say, “Tomorrow I’m leaving to teach Elementary gym. So my replacement is Mr. Shade.” as she said the name a male about the age of twenty-two or twenty-three came into the gym. His long; black hair was straight, but waves a bit where touches his mid shoulders. He was also wearing all black, just like me.

“Thank you, Mrs. Summer. As she said, my name is Mr. Shade and I’ll treat you the same way she does. I’ll be fair to a limit.” When he finished the A.C came to life, blowing his hair back in the breeze.

The breeze revealed more than I thought to expect. It showed more of his face and shoulders. His face was like a model mixed with an angel. No facial hair or side burns which made him look perfect. The outline of his jaw shows that he’d be a great kisser. His eyes, from this distance, look like an ocean blue with a hint of diamond. His eyes show many things; pain, loneliness, suffering, and fear. His shoulders and arms looked very muscular and strong. His shoulders and arms show that if he was going to hold someone in them, the person would feel safe forever. It also looks like he might have a tattoo.

He looked at all the student’s faces, studying and learning about them though their eyes it seems. He suddenly stopped at me, like he couldn’t read a thing from me. I’ll admit that I was shocked, but I prefer not to let any of my emotions show.

His gaze met mine; it was like he was putting me in a trance. I couldn’t look away if my life depended on it.

The trance broke when he looked away to continue his study of the other students. I had to blink a few times to think straight again. I’m not used to being looked at like that.

When I was back to normal I noticed Sarah glaring at me with so much hatred that if looks can kill, I’d be dead.

Sarah is the leader of the popular girls. She hates outcasts like me and tries to make their lives miserable. She has long; curvy blond hair, skinny, small chest, brown eyes with long eye lashes. She always gets manicures and pedicures, and always wears pink. Every guy likes her, but says that she’s a self-centered slut. I also noticed something when I was blinking and having flash backs of every guy dissing Sarah. Mr. Shade was smirking when he was turning his head to look away from me.

“OK everyone, come down and introduce yourself then go change.” Mrs. Summer yelled as she headed to get her water bottle from the stairs. I lay down to relax a bit while everyone else got up and headed to Mr. Shade. I stayed where I was for quite a while then I sat up. A sigh escaped between my lips as I put my ear buds back in and turned my iPod on again. I don’t really want Mr. Shade to know my name, let alone anything about me. I got up and walked down the stairs of the bleachers. Once off I walked right past Mr. Shade, ignoring him, but I could feel his gaze on me, looking me up and down. Next thing I knew someone was tapping my shoulder. I turned around while taking out my ear buds. It was Mrs. Summer with her arms crossed under her breasts to make them pop out and seem bigger than they actually are. I looked in her eyes and saw what she was felling. Love, lust, sadness, loneliness, and danger. She was trying to get Mr. Shade to notice her, but failed epically. I put the cord of my ear buds behind my neck while sighing again. I don’t like what’s going on here. I know what she’s going to ask, that’s why I don’t like it.

“Yes, Mr. Summer?” “I need you to show Mr. Shade around the school. He requested you pacifically.” There was sadness in her tone of voice. My guess was that she was rejected.

“But Mrs. Summer, I have to pick up my roommate John from work. His car is in the shop, but I know Sarah would love to.”

“No, Sarah isn’t doing it. You are.”

I sighed knowing that I was defeated, “Fine I’ll do it.”

I headed to the locker room to change into my normal clothing. My gym clothing was bugging me anyway. As I walked in, my best friend Kat was waiting for me. She was only half way done from changing. Kat isn’t Irish, but she is Scottish and she too is a pure blood and a blue blood.

She’s the only member of her family that’s still alive. Her parent died in a car crash about three years ago and was left in my parents care until they left. I gave her enough money so she could have a place to live since she left my place thinking that she was a burden. She never was or is a burden to me; in fact she’s like a sister. She moved out last year and is happily dating a young women; no older than nineteen. I met Kat’s girlfriend once, but that was it. I like her because she was nice to me. She bought me clothing that I really loved. She didn’t care about the style, size, color, or price.

“What took you so long? Staring at Mr. Shade?” She asked in her happy; curious tone.

Kat’s just like me in every way. So I don’t mind how she acts. She likes to know every detail about my life, but she knows when to back off when I don’t want to talk about it.

“No, I was asked to give him a tour of the school”

“You go girl! I’d grab him before Sarah does.”

I just had to laugh at her comment about Sarah. Everyone knows that Sarah would spread her legs for anyone she wants, and then leave them the next day. I heard that she had about ten abortions in three months. Kat and I walked to our lockers in the back of the room. I really wanted to change and I could tell that Kat wanted to finish changing. She was starting to bite her lower lip. We reached our lockers when I heard high heels behind us which meant that Sarah was looking for a fight like normal.

“You stank! How dare you accept to give Mr. Shade a tour of the school?” Sarah was furious. Her face looked red and looked like it was going to pop off at any minute.

“Look I didn't want to, but he requested me and me only. I don't know why. So you’re going to have to deal with it. Or do I have to punch your face in like last time?” I asked while zipping up my black baggy pants. They have chains that wrap around the pants. A muscle in Sarah's jaw jumped. I knew that she remembered kindergarten when I punched her and she was sent to the hospital for a broken nose. I smirked when I saw her back off just a little. I grabbed my black; tank top and slide it on and down my upper body. Next was my black fishnet shirt to go over the tank top.

No one really messed with me that much. They knew my strength, and even feared it at times. Most people treat us like Sarah does. I put on my black combat boots that I bought. I pulled the hair barrette out of my hair and let it flow down my back to my waist.

“Kat can I use your brush?”

“Yeah always”

Kat handed me a black brush with skulls. It’s always like her to have something cool. I brushed my hair as fast as I could so I can leave class and probably skip the tour. I gave Kat her brush back; grabbed my things and ran out of the locker room, but stopped when I saw what I thought was Mr. Shade. He was standing there waiting. He was in normal clothing, like teenagers. Pants just like mine. They were black with chains, a black Disturbed band shirt. He seemed a bit familiar just then like I’ve seen him at a concert, but I don’t remember where. I grabbed my cloth choker with the Wiccan pentacle in front and put it on. I've been dressing like this since I was a baby. Never any other colors unless they passed my standards. My mother tried to get me to wear pink, but I always refused. So knowing that she can't force me, my mother gave up and let me wear what I wanted. So I always dressed like this.

“Ready?” I heard a male’s voice say next to my ear. I came back to the present and saw Mr. Shade standing next to me. I was right about the color of his eyes and how much emotion they show. I was also right about one thing they do show danger.

“Yeah, but I have to stop at my locker first to drop off some things.”

“That's fine”. His voice sounded sweet to me. His voice was deep, but not as deep as other guys that I’ve meet. We started to walk towards the exit when I noticed something out the corner of my eye. On the back on Mr. Shade's neck is a pitch black dragon head with jade green eyes. Though it was only the head, it still looked like there was more.

I have the exact same tattoo, but with dark purple eyes. I saw Mr. Shade start to turn his head and I looked away as fast as I could, though it wasn't fast enough. I knew that he saw me gaping at his tattoo and I didn't really feel comfortable with him knowing that.