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Chapter 1: day is coming near.

"Come on Lucas!" I yelled and we raced out the door.

"I'm coming!" He yelled back.

Me, virgina, and my little brother Lucas, are going to school.

It's the last day of school and we made it without anyone being suspicious.

You see, I'm 15, Lucas is 13. But we have no parents.

My dad died and my mother ran away and if someone found out then we would have to tell them what happened.

That would be way too hard.

We ran down the driveway and onto the bus just in time.

I went to the back and sat with my friend Chloe.

Lucas sat alone as usual.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hola amigo," Chloe said. She likes talking in Spanish.

"I can't believe it's the last day of summer!" I exclaimed.

"Well you better believe it babe, because it is," Chloe said.

Then we burst out laughing.

We arrived at the local high school a few minutes later.

The school had 4 floors, and black walls.

It remained me of prison.

Not that I've been there or anything.

Me and Chloe got off the bus and I made sure Lucas got inside ok before we walked in the older kids building.

"OK well I got to get to homeroom, see you later," Chloe said and ran to her locker.

I sighed and walked as slow as a sloth to my own locker.

I came up to the end of the hallway where all the ugly green lockers where, to find Ryan standing next to mine.

I rolled my eyes but forced myself to move my two feet.

"Hi Ryan," I groaned.

"You should be happy to see me," he laughed.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"I don't know, you just should be," he said.

I said nothing and opened my locker.

Inside was my mirror. And in the mirror I saw a girl.

With long wavy blonde hair and sapphire-like eyes. And a very ugly nose in the middle of her face.

I got out my books and shut my locker so I wouldn't have to look at my reflection any longer.

"Bye Ryan," I said before entering homeroom.

(Lucas's POV)

I made sure I went into the school before Virgina did, so she wouldn't see me.

I have a secret. I started to cut myself...and if virgina found out then she would probably kill me.

Not that I'm doing anything better.

It also doesn't help that I have black hair and sort of black eyes.

So, naturally, people think I'm emo.

Anyway, the only reason I do cut myself is because I like this girl named Rachael.

She has dirty blonde hair that always seems to look thick and lovely. And her eyes, don't even get me started. They are better than playing call of duty all day.

They are as blue as the cool sea. As bright as the summer sky.

She was 5 foot 6. And she wasn't too fat, or to skinny. I guess that is because she is a dancer.

She is perfect. And I want her to be mine.

And yeah maybe she could be.

She's single and not the most popular person.

But there is one problem.

I can't get the words out of my mouth.

(Virginas POV)

School. The worst invention ever.

Literally. Especially since I am about to fail math and English.

But of course no one cares!

I mean I try my hardest, but no one seems to think so!

If today was not the last day of summer then I would have probably dropped out anyway.

No one but Chloe would notice.

Well maybe Ryan...but thats different.

Anyway school was over and I was waiting for Lucas near the bike racks.

Then I saw him.

He was talking with a girl.

She was smiling at him. And was sure as hell smiling back.

She wrote something down on a piece of paper and walked off.

Lucas started to walk towards me in a daze.

"So you have a crush?" I smirked ad we started to walk home.

"Uh what?" he said.

"Oh...yeah I guess I do," he whispered.

"You'll do fine. She is totally into you," I laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh nothing, I'll tell you when you older."

He shrugged and we walked in silence for a few minutes.

Here in Miami almost every day feels like summer.

It's amazing.

But today something was off. The wind wasn't as calm and the clouds looked dark.

Like a storm was approaching.

We rounded the corner to our street, but something was defiantly off.

"Something's wrong," Lucas said.

"Yeah. Let's just go home," I said as me and Lucas started to run.

Who knew that going home would be a mistake.