Chapter 3: The Transfer Student

              Gathering my stuff I shuffled out of the class room still in a daze about whether or not it was a dream.  Third period was art so without needing any other books I headed straight there. Opening the door I walked in letting the familiar scent of paint and clay wash over me.  Sitting down I realized we had a sub and that instructions were on the black board. “ Today you will be working on a picture it may anything you like as long as you use water colors to make it and the size is 11x14. It will be due by the end of the week  please also clean up before you leave class. Thanks - Mrs. Web” I read silently to myself.  Grabbing my supplies I returned to my seat. Was it a dream? Is Zane real or did I just imagine him? What was that song I heard? Why did it feel so real….especially my attraction to him? Questions clouded my mind as I drew aimlessly and as I began to think of him my heart raced again.  This is soo confusing how can I feel so strongly towards a guy that I more than likely made up? Turning my attention back to what I was drawing I realized that I had drawn a meadow with red shimmering flowers and just like in my dream I had also drawn a five year old  presumably Zane playing his flute. I wanted to rip it up in frustration, why couldn’t I get the dream off my mind! I picked up the drawing and was about to rip it apart when a familiar deep seductive voice spoke with mocked pain. “ Oww how painful my own lovely night flower thinking of tearing apart a drawing of me.” ZANE! I screamed to myself that’s Zane’s voice wait what how am I hearing things?! More importantly what the h***does he mean by his own! I belong to no one that guy is to d*** cocky he drives nuts! “Tsch tsch touché touché my love I know you can feel the pull to me the urge to be with me forever. I crave you just as must as you crave me we are meant to be together and you know it. I will not let anyone else take you, for you are mine and mine alone my sweet lovely night flower.” It was true I felt like I was made to be with him. It made no sense but I loved him even though I knew nothing about him, yet at the same time everything about him. Wait he just said he loved me too?! What is this about it has to be real unless I am seriously messed up and need to be hauled off to mental hospital. I was about to try and contact him to get answers when the bell rang and the sub collected the drawings. Getting up I left class I will just have to wait till later when I can concentrate fully on finding answers from him.
At my locker I saw Oadira waiting for me like usual. “ Hey what took you I’ve been waiting here for awhile now you better hurry up and grab you books for math.” Oadira said as I neared my locker and began opening it. “Sorry we had a sub in art took longer then normal to leave since someone forgot to clean up making us all stay behind.” I replied pulling out my notebook and putting away by chemistry stuff. Turning to Oadira I smiled an apology and we headed off towards math. “ So Scarlet did you study for the test today? I’m so nervous I think I might fail it.” C*** that’s right there is a test today d*** it I thought as I face palmed myself. “ I totally forgot we even had a test I’m so screwed.” I said as we took are seats next to each other. “Well hate to break it to you but this just means we can’t copy off each other.” Oadira said sarcastically “What do you mean we still can I mean either way were going to fail you will fair better I’m sure though.” I replied only half joking, just then the teacher walked in and passed out the test. “ This is not a timed test but it must be completed during class or you will have to stay after school to finish. You may begin.” The teacher instructed taking a deep breath I flipped the test over and began.
The test took me the whole class period and I just barley finished in time handing in my test at the door me and Oadira made are way towards the Cafeteria for lunch. Passing the hot lunch line where the special was meat loaf surprise me and Oadira grabbed a pre made salad and went to go eat it outside under a cherry tree. “ Ohh Ohh Scarlet did you hear we have a new student. Best part he’s super gorgeous!” Oadira  squealed with excitement. “He is in my third period god I practically melted when he introduced himself.” She continued at the mention of this I couldn’t help but wonder if the new student was the guy from my dream Zane. “Really what does he look?” I asked needing to know if it was him. “I thought you didn’t care if a guy was hot?” Oadira teased “Of coarse I take notice of a guys hotness I am a girl after all. I just think you shouldn’t fall for a guy just based on looks I mean the guy could end up being a real d***.” I explained to Oadira “ besides as long as I am stuck under my aunt’s control any chance of a love life is slim.” I added hopping Oadira would understand. “Alright well if your just curious then I will tell you I mean either way you would learn eventually. So his name is Peter he has dirty blonde hair and grey eyes and when he smiles he gets the cutest dimples.” Oadira Squealed the last part leaving my ears ringing. Dirty blonde hair I guess it isn’t Zane… For some strange reason my heart hurt with disappointment. I should have known it couldn’t have been him after all he isn’t real. I made him up in my dream and only thought I heard his voice so in the end I’m just crazy. Finishing my lunch I said my to Oadira and headed off towards English class.
In English I took my seat I had gotten here early so I decided to take out my note book and begin to write song lyrics. Since I try to spend as little time possible with my aunt I am by myself a lot so drawing and writing and some of my favorite pass times. I even will sing if I am home alone with out my aunt to yell at me about the noise. Looking down I re-read what I had written.

The sky is grey but it will clear up,
For it can’t always be this tough .
If there’s a calm before a storm,
Can’t there be a calm once more?

Satisfied with my new lyrics I closed my book as the late bell rang. In walked Miss. Winter and following behind her a boy with dirty blond hair and grey eyes. “That must be the new student he looks just like Oadira described.” I thought “Starting today I am sure some of you are already aware we will be having a new student join are class. Would you like to introduce yourself to everyone?” Miss winter said, nodding the new student walked forward and spoke. “Hello nice to meet you I’m Peter Casselle.” He finished with a smile and yup he had dimples just like Oadira said. “ Thank you Mr. Casselle please take a seat next to Scarlet.” She said and pointed to the empty seat next to me. “Alright now that we are all seated I am going to assign everyone a partner for the semester. You and your partner will work together on all essays and papers but both must contribute. Alright so everyone look to your right the person sitting there is your partner please try and get along.” Miss Winter instructed as everyone began to chat with there partner. Turning to my right I looked over at Peter to see him already looking at me. Reaching out my hand I introduced myself. “Hi I’m Scarlet nice to meet you. I hope we can get along.” I said smiling, grasping my hand Peter smiled “Thanks I hope so too. I don’t really have anyone I know so I hope we can be friends.” The rest of class we spent talking getting to know each other and discussing are essay due next Tuesday.  I learned that Peter also use to live in Chicago but moved here with his dad after his mom died. I felt at ease around Peter his personality was friendly, funny , and smart I felt as though he could become a close friend. The bell rang and I got up to leave. “Hey Scarlet wait up a second.” Peter called after me turning around I waited for him. “I don’t know what I’m suppose to do for my next class it just says free period.” I rarely got an opportunity to tease anyone so I was gonna take it. “That is when everyone goes on a freedom march demanding that we should be allowed to freely leave school grounds as we please.” I said sarcastically “What really! I knew home schooling was different but you really go on freedom marches. I think I read somewhere about them.” Peter rambled, I couldn’t help but laugh “Peter I’m kidding it’s just a study period you go to the library and study or do homework. I have it next too.” I told Peter “ What gesh man I can’t believe I fell for that. That’s it now it’s pay back time you better start running.” He teased with a smile as I took off running down the halls laughing as he chased after me. Bursting through the doors into the court yard I looked behind me to see I had time to hide. Running behind a tree I hide as I heard Peter open the doors and come outside “Scarlet come out come out where ever you are.” Peter called holding my breath as to not make a sound I waited. That’s odd I don’t hear him anymore poking my head around the tree I scanned the court yard. Suddenly I let out a scream as hands grabbed my waist “Got you now.” Peter whispered in my ear as he began to tickle me. I fell on the floor in a fit of giggles as he continued to tickle me “Mercy… mercy.. I give ..I give.” I managed to say in between my uncontrollably giggles. Stopping Peter laid down  in the grass next to me and began to watch the clouds. Catching my breath I did the same, after a few minutes of silence I looked over at Peter to find him staring at me. When he noticed I was looking he smiled a slow easy going smile one that made my stomach do a summersault. I gave him a bright smile back glad to have become friends with him. As we lay there Peter reached for my hand and we held hands and watched the clouds. Alright I thought maybe he is more then a friend.

Chapter 2: The Dream

                Taking my seat in the back of the class I began to feel the pull of sleep. An automatic reaction that comes with class especially in first period. Mr. tanner is my favorite teacher so I can normally shrug off the drowsiness that threatens to suppress me. The late bell rang and Mr. Tanner began “ Good morning students I hope you all have been studying for the exam on Friday. To begin  class today lets see who’s awake with a little review. Alright everyone stand up move around a little get ready…and.. MISS OADIRA!” Everyone in class turned to look at Oadira who had a look oh totally surprise and worry plastered on her face. “What was the urban capital of the ancient Han dynasty?” Mr. Tanner prompted “ The urban capital of the ancient Han dynasty is Chang'an.” Oadira replied with conviction a small smirk of pride played on her lips. “Very good Miss Oadira. Now on to the next question.” Oadira loves history and is very intelligent so she never has to worry about getting picked on at random for these sort of things. Even though she likes to pretend that she doesn’t know the answer.  Mr. Tanner continued pick one student after another applauding  those who answered correctly and over dramatically acting out the pain he felt when a question was answered wrong. The whole class began to crack up as he threw his hand dramatically  across his forehead and imitated a southern bell fainting. “Ohh my my how could you not know the answer after all my hard work in teaching ya’ll. I do declare I feel faint with the shivers now. Can anyone help me how about you Miss Scarlet?”  History is my best subject how hard can it be I thought to myself  “ Sure Mr. Tanner I’ll give it a shot.” Jumping back into a up right position he began to rub his hands together while an evil grin crept across his face. “ Since this will be the last question I think I’ll spice it up a bit. Depending on whether you answer correctly or not will decide what we will do the rest of class. Miss Scarlet are you ready for your question?” Mr. Tanner asked as if he was a game show host. I nodded in response and tried to remember all of what  we have been taught. “ Alright is there any agreement between scholars on why the Han and Roman dynasties were so flourishing?” Shot I thought to myself he might be tricking me what if there is a recent agreement! Ok lets think I believe the history book said there wasn’t one but who knows when those text books were last updated. I guess I’m winging it , taking a deep breath I looked at my classmates everyone’s eyes seemed to say the same thing don’t mess this up or your dead. I swallowed in hopes it would moisten my dry throat. “ Well this is a tricky question for there have been theories made yet so far no theory has won the support of the scholars.” I answered hoping that by explaining a bit it might help. Mr. Tanner stood at the front of the room thinking while pretending to smooth out a goatee. “Hmmm interestingly put now what shall I do should I say it’s right or wrong?” Oh god no I messed up I know it great just great nice going Scarlet now your classmates will hate you, ugh what’s wrong with you I  silently screamed at myself . Smirking Mr. Tanner spoke “ Miss Scarlet I am terrible sorry….. But I agree with your answer.” Heaving a sigh of relief I felt the tension melt away. “Since Miss Scarlet answered correctly for the rest of class instead of taking a pop quiz you all will take notes on chapters 14-16. It is homework if not finished in class also be sure and thank your classmate.” Having given the instructions Mr. Tanner sat down and began to read while my class said thanks to me. Rest of class passed quickly and when the bell rang I meet Oadira at the door and walked to are lockers where I exchanged history for chemistry my worst subject.  Saying by to Oadira and promising to meet back up after third period I went on my way towards chemistry. Mr. Bayer  was the strict type of teacher who thought education is meant to boring and put you to sleep.  Today’s lesson was to take notes on a video reviewing acids/bases, periodic table, minerals and ect. As the video drowned on I began to slip into sleep as drowsiness took hold. The sounds of the video along with every thing else faded until completely gone. Instead the sweat songs of mockingbirds filled my ears along with the sound of flowing water in the distance.  I ran barefooted through giant trees in the forest behind my families cabin. No longer was I sixteen but four in my favorite  yellow sun dress.  I began to twirl letting the scenery blur into a lush green and my dress twirl out around me.  the trees seemed to dance around me in celebration of my joy . Up ahead I could see a glistening blue lake with a waterfall that reflected the moons glow. I laid down  next to the lake and began watching the stars when a nostalgic tune began to play. Unable to figure out where it was coming from I got up and began to follow the notes that floated through the air. The notes led to a meadow covered in beautiful red flowers that shimmered  in the moon light. There sitting on a rock was a boy around the age of five playing a wooden flute. As if sensing me the boy opened his eyes and looked into mine. My breath caught as my pulse sped up I couldn’t look away as his dark green eyes meet my blue eyes. I felt like I had known him forever that I was meant to be by his side forever and always. My heart gave a squeeze as I noticed that my age was once again sixteen. Looking down I saw that I was now in a deep dark red dress that matched the gem of my necklace perfectly. Returning my gaze to the boy I realized that he had also changed. Where once a five year old was a muscular seventeen year old guy stood. He had the same green eyes but his black hair now seemed to match the color or the night. Also he was no longer on his rock but right in front of me! The mysterious guy reached out and cupped my cheek with his hand. What am I doing I thought this isn’t right I don’t know him I shouldn’t let him touch me like this. Even though I thought this my heart craved for him more. Using all my willpower I was able to take a step back.  “ I’m not going to hurt you my lovely night flower.” He said in a voice that was deep and seductive. Ohh god I could feel myself melt with every word, what’s wrong with me I don’t fall for random guys. “Who are you?” I asked struggling to calm my racing heart and hoping that he couldn’t tell how attracted to him I was. “ I believe you already know after all I feel like I’ve known you forever so don’t you think it would be mutual?” He asked a smirk playing on his lips. Dang why am I so attracted to him I can’t think straight all that’s on my mind is wanting kiss him. UGGG I am so not like this why does he make he have all these perverted thoughts? Why do I feel like I’ve known him forever? Why is it that I can sense something dark about him? “Alright so if you are feeling the same way as me then maybe you know why I can’t think straight around you. Also even if I feel connected to you a name is always nice.” I said with my best seductive smile, two can play this game big guy. “Okay scarlet my dear night flower but you better remember for I shall only say it once.” He said with seductive smile back God it annoys me how cocky this guy is. Stepping closer to me he leaned close and whispered “Zane” and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. “W-Wait what was tha-….” RIIINNNG jumping out of my seat I looked around to see that I was back in my chemistry class room, does that mean it was all just a dream I wondered?

Chapter 1: The Gift

As the soft warm  glow of the morning sunlight slipped through the torn dusty faded blue curtains in the attic my small dated alarm clock went off. BEPBEP BEPBEP BEPBEPBEP "Ugggg Shut up you evil piece of junk!" I reached out and fumbled with turning the annoying alarm off. The endless morning battle between me and my alarm clock is just another part of my unchanging routine. I know no one likes mornings but I especially hate them, for it means the night is over and reality sets in. "SITA!" My aunts shrill and sharp voice called, "Hurry up and get down here my breakfast isn't going to make itself!" Yup just like every other day reality sets in and reminds me that my parents are dead and I am nothing but a slave to my horrible aunt. Putting on my navy blue school uniform I brushed my long wavy red hair that framed my freckled face. Leaving my room/attic I carefully made my way down the steep old creaky stairs. I wouldn't be surprised if these stairs gave way causing me to crash to the ground I thought to myself. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs I found myself face to face with  a very pissed off aunt Shirley. "What is taking you so long with my breakfast! You worthless piece of trash hurry it up already." After my parents died in a car crash Aunt Shirley took me in being as I was only 5 years old, and since then I have been her slave. Quickly as I could I made breakfast of eggs with toast and poured her a glass OJ. "Finally I nearly died of hunger waiting for you to make me my meal. Now get out of my sight and go to school before I lose my appetite." Aunt Shirley said as she began to butter her toast. Relief flooded over me as I grabbed my bag to leave; school  isn't my favorite thing in the world but anywhere is better then being stuck in a house with my aunt. As I made my way to the front door trying not to appear to  anxious for the freedom that was just beyond it aunt Shirley called for me to come here. This can not be good I thought as my feet carried me back towards her and away from freedom. "Yes aunt Shirley?" I asked politely; being polite to my aunt was something I was taught to use when addressing her for any other tone or attitude met a strict and painful punishment. Just thinking about it made scares from past punishments sting." Sita I almost forgot being that you are now sixteen I have something I must give you."  In all the years I have lived with my aunt not once has she ever given me something. The utter shock I was feeling must have shown on my face, for she glared at me as if it sickened her to see my emotions.  "Aunt Shirley " I began nervously "why do you suddenly wish to give me something?" At this she snapped obviously not liking the question I asked "Why you disrespectful piece of trash! Out of the kindness of my heart I took you in after my careless sister got herself killed and now you have the gall to question me when I am giving you a gift!" This is not the first time my aunt has snapped at me it has happened many times before and when I was small I would cry in fear but doing so only makes it worse. Looking down at my feet I said my apology "I'm sorry aunt Shirley I don't know what I was thinking." I hate the control she has on me all I want is to leave this house so I can be rid of this evil woman. As her face shifted into a smirk I had to fight the urge to punch her. I could picture her surprise when I would punch her so hard that her nasty little smirk would be wiped clean off her face. Aunt Shirley's voice brought me back to what was happening "here take it!" She flung a small wooden box at me; thankfully my quick reflexes allowed me to catch the box.  Inside was a necklace it had a deep dark red gem attached to a gold chain it had to be the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. " I'm sure you don't remember but that was your mothers she always said that it was going to be yours when you turned sixteen." Aunt Shirley's voice was softer now as if remembering. It was odd to see my aunt show any sign that she cares but the expression on her face right now obviously meant she loved her sister. Noticing me looking at her she quickly turned back to normal "What are you doing just gawking like an idiot you ungrateful brat when someone gives you something then they expect a thank you."  Gripping tightly onto my mothers necklace I thanked my aunt and hurried off to school.
              Outside I was able to finally breath; taking a huge gulp of fresh cool air I felt my self relax. Walking along the pathway towards my school I began to think of life before my parents death and how different it was. Before their death me my mom and dad all lived in Chicago in a apartment near our family run deli. Often I would help out or at least help as much as a kid younger then the age of five can. Yet after their death I was sent to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to live with a aunt I never met." Now I can see why I never met her." I said aloud to no one in particular, great now i'm talking to my self I though as I continued on my way to school. Not everything is bad here I mean after all I met my best friend Oadira here. I don't know how but even when I am having my worst day ever she is able to make me feel better. Having been lost in though I didn't even realize that I had made it to Taylor Allerdice High where students were everywhere chatting with their groups of friends. Every group is different, there are the jocks and cheerleaders, the studious group which is different from the nerds, and you have the emo and druggy groups. All which as any high school student would know are categorized into social hierarchy which is more complicated then the U.N security system. I my self don't really belong to a group I only have Oadira as a friend and I don't participate in any after school activities so I don't know where I fit in. While grabbing my books for world history I spotted a familiar blond head bobbing though the crowd. "Hey Oadira" I said as I closed my locker and turned to my best friend." OMG!! scarlet you will never guess what happened last night it was super amazing!" I laughed "Oadira you think everything that happens is super amazing, you could see a leaf fall and think it was the coolest think in the world." I pointed out "Ohh shut up." Oadira said jokingly and stuck her tongue out at me. On our way to world history Oadira told me about her amazing story, about thinking she woke up at noon and was late to school when it was actually midnight. Just as Oadira was finishing the first bell rang. Moving faster now towards class Oadira began to ask me a question. “  So how’s your aunt is she still treating you like a slave?” I laughed and replied  sarcastically ,“ of coarse why if she wasn’t then it would mean either two things one that she was deadly ill or two all hell has frozen over” Laughing Oadira punched my arm " No really I'm worried I mean you go by a separate name because of how she treats you, and if that doesn’t show how badly you are treated I don’t know what would. Seriously now I just want to make sure my best friend is alright." It is true my aunt calls my name like it is a slave name, for she says it with such spite and hatred that it tormented me to the point of needing a new name. That's why I prefer to go by Scarlet a name of my own. “OMG something is wrong what happened what did your aunt do to you this time!?”  A  angry and worried Oadira shrieked taking my silence as a bad sign, as  she continued to bombard me with questions. “ Did she hurt you? Where are you hurt? Did she threaten you not to tell?! You can’t let her stop you from telling what she did is illegal it has to be!” Putting my hand up to stop the assault of questions I began to explain. “Oadira it’s ok calm down she didn’t hurt me or threaten me nothing like that; in fact she gave me a gift.” At first Oadira looked confused but soon lit up with understanding. “Oh I get it your sick! You must be really ill to be hallucinating about getting a gift from your aunt come on ill take you to the nurse.”  Digging my heels into the ground in protest I stopped Oadira from dragging me. “ I’m not ill it’s true look.” Pulling out the small box that held my mothers necklace I continued, “ This is a necklace my mom left for me when I turned sixteen. Only my dumb aunt forgot and gave it to me now five months after I became sixteen.” Handing Oadira the box she picked up the necklace and began to study it. “ Well your mother has good taste that’s for sure the simplicity of the necklace makes it just all the more beautiful.” Coming closer Oadira put the necklace around my neck  “ And since it is now yours I think you should wear it. Plus it looks really good on you red is certainly your color.” Oadira said smiling ; as we made are way over to world history I couldn’t help but  clasp my hand over the red gem after all I felt more complete, if that is even possible with it on. When I asked Oadira if it was odd to feel more whole with it on she simply turned to me and said. “ Of coarse it’s normal silly that was your mothers wearing it connects you to her.” Could it be true was this necklace connected to my mother? Either way I was glad to have it and I never wanted to take it off.

Prologue

          This is a story just like any other story with a beginning and end. Yet this can not be like other stories for it doesn’t have a happy ending. The girl doesn’t get the guy, and there is no happy family. If this story did have all of these things and had a happy ending then you wouldn’t know the truth. Something that only occurs when you open your eyes and accept that this is real and not a dream. Opening your eyes is not as easy as it sounds as you will learn;  I will  tell you a story that will open you up to the truth that has been kept secret. Yet it is up to you whether you will open your eyes.

What this blog is.

Hi this blog is just a story I am writing ( I'm no pro so it may stink) Please do try and give feedback be nice though :) that's all. I hope you enjoy and also i will post in chapters.