Magic surged through my veins flowing outward through my hands. Murderous rage and hatred filled my head. I let out a blood-curdling scream, hurling all my power at the one person in all the worlds I wanted dead the most. Everything went white. Darkness crept into my vision and slowly took over, I started falling, but I never felt myself hit the ground and all went numb.
Los Angeles, California 2020
The alarm clock on my dresser continuously beeps, getting louder each time, jarring me out of my peaceful sleep. I turned to shut it off, almost falling off my bed. As I slammed my hand on the top of it to shut it off. I slipped off my bed and landed in a heap on the floor, ow. I groaned and blinked tiredly, the red numbers on the clock read six thirty. In about an hour it would be the first day of my last year of high school. I was really excited for this year to be over, which was probaly odd to say since most people loved the last year of highschool, but next year I was attending the Hungarian Institute Of Art. I couldn’t wait to get away from my foster parents, sure I they were nice and all, but it was pretty clear they didn’t really care about me, neither did I so, whatever. I just wanted a normal life, well as normal as possible. Ever since I was eight I had been thrown all around foster homes, they were basically all the same. They all wanted the perfect child, not me. Gingerly, I pulled myself off the floor and stood. I yawned and stretched my back, making a loud crack then made my way to the bathroom to get ready, almost tripping on some clothes that were scattered on the ground. I was so graceful. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my violet eyes stared back at me. I examined my waist long light brown hair, admiring the natural blonde highlights. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out my makeup. I didn’t wear too much, just a tad to look somewhat decent. I rummaged through my closet, throwing clothes everywhere in the process, but eventually decided to wear a dark blue striped top, tight blue skinny jeans, and worn black flip-flops. It was comfortable and looked appropriate. Quickly, I threw my hair into a ponytail. I walked past my foster parents room, I could hear them snoozing away. I jumped down the stairs and grabbed my backpack from the kitchen, throwing some folders and notebooks in and swinging it over my shoulder. I opened the door, a warm breeze greeted my face, the bright yellow sun was peeking up from the horizon, the rays of light sparkling on the ocean. I smiled, I loved living here, it was almost as if the ocean called for me. It would be sad to leave it behind, but necessary. I skipped down the steps and looked out, the waves rolled into the sand and were madly crashing against the rocks, spraying a salty mist into the air. I stepped into the white dunes that surrounded the house and started walking in the direction of my school. The sand dunes were a shortcut. I always got sand all over my feet, but it was worth it. It cut the walking time in half, since my foster parents refused to get me a car. What seventeen year old didn’t have a car? Like come on! Once at school, I maneuvered through the crowded hall and found my locker and then checked my schedule, glancing down at the pink sheet in my hand. First hour was English with Mrs. Gretchen, fun. Last year many people said she was strict and demented, which was just stupid, how would you be strict and demented? Well, I guess you could be, but. Suddenly, I felt arms snake around my shoulders, surprising the heck out of me. “Hello there gorgeous, you miss me?” A voice purred in my ear. I whipped around scowling, to find a certain blonde haired blue eyed nuisance. “Enzo!” I said irritatedly, and rolling my eyes. But then a smile crept through my lips. I had missed him, I didn’t see him all summer. I had known Enzo since like, forever and we grew up together since I moved here, he was such a pest. He’d always been annoying, but it had become worse or maybe I just got irritated easier. But either way I was seriously questioning my choice in friends, or at least this friend. I slammed my locker shut and grabbed his schedule. As I glanced it over I saw that we had no classes together. I groaned, we usually had at least one class together, this was strange, now I would have no one to take notes for me so I could sleep in class. Just kidding, I totally didn’t do that. “What’s wrong.” He said smirking. “We have no classes together, what will I do without you?” I said mockingly and poking his stomach, it was rock hard. Whoa, when did Enzo start working out? I looked over him. Same ridiculous smirk, golden blonde hair, icy blue eyes, but he had gotten taller and more muscular. He looked good, really good. “You’ll have to survive Boo.” He said making a sad face and poking the tip of my nose. “But don’t fret I’ll find you at the end of the day.” Ugh, Boo was his nickname for me, it was really irritating and he was calling me it more frequently. “First off don’t call me Boo, and secondly who said I was sad I might just be overjoyed.” I said grinning. Then I turned to walk away. But Enzo snatched my wrist and pulled me back. “I’ll know you’ll miss me.” He said, then with a wink he walked away. I huffed, jerk, he always had to have the last word. I got to first hour and took a seat in the very back, trying to avoid everyone. I took out a yellow folder, laying it on the desk, a few minutes later the bell rang, and Mrs. Gretchen, a small woman with gray hair walked to the front of the room. “Good morning class, welcome to senior year.” She said not bothering to hide her lack of enthusiasm. “Today we will go over the itinerary and get to know one another.” I laid my head down, what were we, five. I knew like almost everyone in the school and had no intentions to talk to most of them. English was always my favorite class, well other than art of course, but this lady was going to ruin that. I heard the door loudly creak open. Everyone began chattering in hushed whispers. I didn’t bother to look, it was probably just some dufus jock who was late. “Who’s that?” I heard Emily Park, who was sitting in front of me, ask. She was one of the “popular” students, she used to be my friend way back in 9th grade, but now she hated my guts, I really don’t know what I personally did wrong, but my guess was that she wanted to be more popular and I wasn’t enough. I moved on, but she’s always so pouty about it and made sure to let me know she ditched me, so I generally try to avoid her. Her new ”popular” friend Jenna, her lackey, whispered back. “That’s the new guy, I heard he’s from Australia.” “Wow, he’s hot.” Emily said. “I know right.” Jenna said dreamily. Interested, I looked up. We usually didn’t get new students. My mouth fell open. At the front of the classroom was a tall muscular boy, most definitely hot. He had jet black hair, his bangs fallen between his eyes, flawless golden olive tan skin, and the most beautiful sparkling ocean blue eyes I’d ever seen, he was dressed in almost all black, the only hint of color was a small red gem on a silver chain on his wrist, and had a scowl on his face. Oh so badass. I suddenly had the urge to jump across the room and kiss him. Whoa, Sofya, where did those thoughts come from. I had never felt like this before. His gaze caught mine and it was like he was looking into my soul. Heat rose to my cheeks, as he caught me staring. I blinked, he looked familiar. Then it clicked, I had seen him briefly sometimes when my parents and I had gone to Australia on business trips before they had died, what a coinsidense. It had been long ago and he had looked a little different and less menacing a few years ago, but I never forgot those eyes, mmm how could I. Keeping my gaze, he started walking down the aisle and towards me and pulled out the chair next to mine. “Mind if I sit here?” He asked in an angelic voice, his accent creeping through. I shook my head, words refusing to come out of my mouth. He took a seat, still looking at me. A slight pulse flitted threw me, I shivered. “I’m Ash.” He said, introducing himself and keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Sofya.” I replied. I also recognized Ash’s name, my parents told me about a boy named Ash about a year before they died, I didn’t remember much about them, but I remember they had said to be careful. I wondered why, he didn’t look dangerous, scratch that, he did look dangerous and menacing, but also like a greek adonis and the hottest person alive. As I pried my eyes away from him and back to the front of the room, I noticed Emily had glanced back, shooting daggers at me with her eyes, god what’s her problem, jealous much. I shot her a glare back then looked back to the front of the room, ignoring her. Mrs Gretchen was going over the itinerary, when I actually focused on what she was saying. Constantly throughout class I fought the urge to stare at Ash, he was sitting right next to me, I didn’t want to seem like a creep. Jeez, what was wrong with me, no guy has ever made me feel like this. Pull it together Sofya, I chided myself. After Mrs.Gretchen was done with the itinerary she gave us the rest of the hour to socialize, hmm, maybe she wasn’t so bad. The class erupted into chatter, except for me and Ash. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, to be polite I turned to face Ash. “So you’re from Australia?” I asked starting a conversation, even though I already knew he was. “Yeah, moved here a few days ago.” He replied, his gaze still racking over me. My cheeks reddened. Pull it together! I screamed in my head. Suddenly the bell rang. That was quick. As I processed my distracted thoughts, by the time I got my things Ash had left. Oh thank god, I don’t think I could take any more of that, I hope he wasn’t in any of my other classes, or this was going to be a long year. I stood up and exited the classroom and walked into the hall.
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