chapter one
Usually I don't stress out about what I wear, but today was my first day at my new school and I felt obligated to make a good first impression considering that I have ruined every other chance at the last few schools I attended. Wherever I go people always make me out to be some sort of freak by the things I do. I would always, by accident, let my magic slip in school like the time I made my pencil float to me.
I was in class at one of my old schools taking a nap on my desk. When I woke up I knocked my pencil off of my desk and it was just out of my reach so stupid me decides to use my powers to get it. The pencil floated to my hand and I turned and put it back in the little slot in my desk. Little did I know I was being watched. Jason Smith was sitting right beside me staring at me with a shocked look on his face. I tried to play it off by giving him a fake smile, but he didn't buy it. I was thinking to myself oh crap, oh crap, oh crap over and over again as I turned and acted like nothing happened. I always knew that that was the reason the rumor started going around school that I was a witch. They had no idea.
I'm the only one in my family that is a witch except for my Grandma Marie. She's the one who told me what I was after I accidentley set my next door neighbors hair on fire. She was my age and she would come over to my house just to mess with me. I hated her. One day she pushed me into the wall and I got so mad thaat her hair bursted into flames. She was ok but after that she had to wear a wig for a few months until her hair grew out again. That was when I was ten. Now I'm seventeen and I can control my powers way better than I could then.
Every weekend for six years I would go to Grandma Marie's house so she could teach me how to control my powers. I'm an expert at it now but I don't yet have my full powers. When a witch turns eighteen they become stronger than they have ever been and can do more impressing things with their magic. I was about to turn eighteen in a month and I was looking forward to it.
I finally decided on wearing my favorite dark grey jeans with a black fitted shirt over a white tank-top. I have almost every color and design of converse you could imagine, but I chose my plain black and white low-tops and to top everything off my diamond cross necklace. It was a gift from my mother who died when I was eight. I didn't go anywhere without it around my neck.
Even worse than deciding what clothes to wear was how to wear my hair. My long hair was a mess from rolling around all night in my sleep, so I had to brush through the mass of tangled blond and black hairs first. I ended up just letting it stay down, because everyone says that I look better with my hair down. I guess I'll have to push my bangs out of my face every minute, but I was used to it.
I grabbed my iPhone and bookbag then headed downstairs. Luckily everybody had left already so I didn't have to make small talk before leaving like I dreadfully do every morning. My hoodie was on one of the little hooks by the front door. I grabbed it and got my keys out of its pocket and rushed to my car. I was already late to school when I pulled out of the driveway, but maybe they'll let it slide since it's my first day. Hopefully.
chapter two
They all stared at me like they hadn't eaten in days and I was a full course meal just pulled out of the oven. Which really I was a meal to them. Every eye was on me as I made my way to the teacher, who was also staring at me like a starving animal. I almost turned around to go ask for my old classes back but the animals would have probably jumped me while my back was facing them. So I kept my pace and made it to the teachers desk without any fatalities.
The teacher must have realized that I hadn't made a mistake when I came into the room by the time I reached his desk. He found out for a fact when he read my schedule.
His strained facial expression turned into a welcoming smile.
"Well it looks as if we have a new student," he said a little to joyous as he waved his hands at me as if I were a piece of art in a museum. "Welcome to Norton Darcule High miss..."
"Roxy. Roxy Hannon."
"Miss Roxy Hannon!" he exclaimed like I hadn't said it first. "Sorry for all the stares earlier, we just aren't used to having a normal in our class!"
I almost said that I wasn't a normal but held it in.
Now that most of the students had stopped staring at me I had a chance to take in the room. The walls were blue, just a shade lighter than dark blue. There were three rows of four desks and lucky me, there was an empty one at the back right corner near the windows. Right beside the desk which would most likely be mine sat a boy, well vampire, with shoulder length dirty blond hair. Luckily he wasn't paying any attention to me because all of it was on a book he held. He was the only one who didn't look at me abnormal.
I couldn't help but stare at him.
"Miss Hannon?" the teacher asked leaning slightly so I could see his face.
"Hmm?" I mumbled resurfacing from my thoughts. Two girls were giggling at me in the last row.
"Your seat is right there Miss Hannon," he pointed to the only available seat.
I looked at the floor as I made my way to my desk. Everyone else, except the boy, looked at me.
When I sat down I read my schedule over and over again trying to forget the fact that I was in a room full of vampires. The teacher's name was Mr. Folley and he taught English Literature. My other classes were: Spanish 3, Biology, and Calculus. I wasn't to excited about Calculus since I suck at math but all of the other classes were going to be easy.
I put my schedule down and looked out the window. There was a couple in the parking lot kissing against a car as if they would never see each other again. The girl had blond hair with numorous black streaks throughout it. She had on a black corsette, even though it was almost 100 degrees outside, with what looked like purple strings, a black skirt that hit her at mid-thigh, black fishnet tights, and fishnet arm warmers. Her male friend looked like her twin, which obviousley he wasn't, by the way he dressed. She pushed away from him and ran towards the building at lightning fast speed while her friends got into a car and speeded away. I turned my attention back to what was happening in class and felt that feeling I get when someone is looking at me. I turned my head towards the boy next to me and sure enough he was looking straight at me.
His eyes were the prettiest blue I had ever seen. The were somewhere between teal and aquamarine. He kept staring at me as if I weren't looking back at him. I felt my blood rush to my face and I knew he could see my cheeks turn red. He gave me a drop-dead gorgeous smile that made me blush even more, which made him laugh a quick, quiet laugh and turn to look back at his book.
I layed my head down and closed my eyes. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I did for the rest of the class period. I was startled when the bell ring and snapped up quick to find almost everyone out of the room except for a girl on the other side of the room and the boy beside me. The boy was still reading his book and didn't even make an effort to get up. I gathered what little stuff I had and managed to see what book he was reading. It was The Count of Monte Cristo, one of my all-time favorite novels. He glanced up at me with those striking eyes. I looked away and walked as fast as I could out the door so he wouldn't see me blush again.
Usually I don't stress out about what I wear, but today was my first day at my new school and I felt obligated to make a good first impression considering that I have ruined every other chance at the last few schools I attended. Wherever I go people always make me out to be some sort of freak by the things I do. I would always, by accident, let my magic slip in school like the time I made my pencil float to me.
I was in class at one of my old schools taking a nap on my desk. When I woke up I knocked my pencil off of my desk and it was just out of my reach so stupid me decides to use my powers to get it. The pencil floated to my hand and I turned and put it back in the little slot in my desk. Little did I know I was being watched. Jason Smith was sitting right beside me staring at me with a shocked look on his face. I tried to play it off by giving him a fake smile, but he didn't buy it. I was thinking to myself oh crap, oh crap, oh crap over and over again as I turned and acted like nothing happened. I always knew that that was the reason the rumor started going around school that I was a witch. They had no idea.
I'm the only one in my family that is a witch except for my Grandma Marie. She's the one who told me what I was after I accidentley set my next door neighbors hair on fire. She was my age and she would come over to my house just to mess with me. I hated her. One day she pushed me into the wall and I got so mad thaat her hair bursted into flames. She was ok but after that she had to wear a wig for a few months until her hair grew out again. That was when I was ten. Now I'm seventeen and I can control my powers way better than I could then.
Every weekend for six years I would go to Grandma Marie's house so she could teach me how to control my powers. I'm an expert at it now but I don't yet have my full powers. When a witch turns eighteen they become stronger than they have ever been and can do more impressing things with their magic. I was about to turn eighteen in a month and I was looking forward to it.
I finally decided on wearing my favorite dark grey jeans with a black fitted shirt over a white tank-top. I have almost every color and design of converse you could imagine, but I chose my plain black and white low-tops and to top everything off my diamond cross necklace. It was a gift from my mother who died when I was eight. I didn't go anywhere without it around my neck.
Even worse than deciding what clothes to wear was how to wear my hair. My long hair was a mess from rolling around all night in my sleep, so I had to brush through the mass of tangled blond and black hairs first. I ended up just letting it stay down, because everyone says that I look better with my hair down. I guess I'll have to push my bangs out of my face every minute, but I was used to it.
I grabbed my iPhone and bookbag then headed downstairs. Luckily everybody had left already so I didn't have to make small talk before leaving like I dreadfully do every morning. My hoodie was on one of the little hooks by the front door. I grabbed it and got my keys out of its pocket and rushed to my car. I was already late to school when I pulled out of the driveway, but maybe they'll let it slide since it's my first day. Hopefully.
chapter two
They all stared at me like they hadn't eaten in days and I was a full course meal just pulled out of the oven. Which really I was a meal to them. Every eye was on me as I made my way to the teacher, who was also staring at me like a starving animal. I almost turned around to go ask for my old classes back but the animals would have probably jumped me while my back was facing them. So I kept my pace and made it to the teachers desk without any fatalities.
The teacher must have realized that I hadn't made a mistake when I came into the room by the time I reached his desk. He found out for a fact when he read my schedule.
His strained facial expression turned into a welcoming smile.
"Well it looks as if we have a new student," he said a little to joyous as he waved his hands at me as if I were a piece of art in a museum. "Welcome to Norton Darcule High miss..."
"Roxy. Roxy Hannon."
"Miss Roxy Hannon!" he exclaimed like I hadn't said it first. "Sorry for all the stares earlier, we just aren't used to having a normal in our class!"
I almost said that I wasn't a normal but held it in.
Now that most of the students had stopped staring at me I had a chance to take in the room. The walls were blue, just a shade lighter than dark blue. There were three rows of four desks and lucky me, there was an empty one at the back right corner near the windows. Right beside the desk which would most likely be mine sat a boy, well vampire, with shoulder length dirty blond hair. Luckily he wasn't paying any attention to me because all of it was on a book he held. He was the only one who didn't look at me abnormal.
I couldn't help but stare at him.
"Miss Hannon?" the teacher asked leaning slightly so I could see his face.
"Hmm?" I mumbled resurfacing from my thoughts. Two girls were giggling at me in the last row.
"Your seat is right there Miss Hannon," he pointed to the only available seat.
I looked at the floor as I made my way to my desk. Everyone else, except the boy, looked at me.
When I sat down I read my schedule over and over again trying to forget the fact that I was in a room full of vampires. The teacher's name was Mr. Folley and he taught English Literature. My other classes were: Spanish 3, Biology, and Calculus. I wasn't to excited about Calculus since I suck at math but all of the other classes were going to be easy.
I put my schedule down and looked out the window. There was a couple in the parking lot kissing against a car as if they would never see each other again. The girl had blond hair with numorous black streaks throughout it. She had on a black corsette, even though it was almost 100 degrees outside, with what looked like purple strings, a black skirt that hit her at mid-thigh, black fishnet tights, and fishnet arm warmers. Her male friend looked like her twin, which obviousley he wasn't, by the way he dressed. She pushed away from him and ran towards the building at lightning fast speed while her friends got into a car and speeded away. I turned my attention back to what was happening in class and felt that feeling I get when someone is looking at me. I turned my head towards the boy next to me and sure enough he was looking straight at me.
His eyes were the prettiest blue I had ever seen. The were somewhere between teal and aquamarine. He kept staring at me as if I weren't looking back at him. I felt my blood rush to my face and I knew he could see my cheeks turn red. He gave me a drop-dead gorgeous smile that made me blush even more, which made him laugh a quick, quiet laugh and turn to look back at his book.
I layed my head down and closed my eyes. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I did for the rest of the class period. I was startled when the bell ring and snapped up quick to find almost everyone out of the room except for a girl on the other side of the room and the boy beside me. The boy was still reading his book and didn't even make an effort to get up. I gathered what little stuff I had and managed to see what book he was reading. It was The Count of Monte Cristo, one of my all-time favorite novels. He glanced up at me with those striking eyes. I looked away and walked as fast as I could out the door so he wouldn't see me blush again.
