Hey, this is my second fic, I thought I would give a modern day one a try. I'm sorry this chapter is short, but I am writing this at 1 am. hehe. Reviews are VERY welcome!

First day

Casie scrunched her hand into a fist ready to strike her alarm clock that went off at 7.00am, it was 6.59am. She lay there in her soft, inviting bed trying to keep her heavy, green eyes from closing.

Suddenly that familiar, dreadful noise filled the room. Casie frowned with frustration and practically punched her hated alarm clock. She lifted her feet out of bed and placed them in her warm, fluffy slippers that she always kept near her bed so her toes wouldn't have to experience the harsh, cold temperature that always seemed to linger in her room. She trampled over to her shiny, oval mirror, as she peered at her reflection she ran to the bathroom to relieve her eyes of the panda-ness splotched around them. Whilst in there she jumped in the shower to make herself feel fresher and cleaner.

Casie traipsed back into her spacious room; the walls were painted a light lilac colour, the carpet matched. Against the wall where a large window was situated was her bed, the soft-looking sheets were dark purple, a fluffy cream throw was slung over the middle of it. Multiple stuffed bears were carefully placed leaning against the wall at the end of her bed. She looked at it dreamily wishing she could be snuggled in it right then, but she knew she had to get ready for her first day at her new school, she had moved house on the Friday, today was Monday. She was in 10th grade and wanted to make a good impression. Casie gazed at herself in the mirror, wondering what make-up to apply. She had short, straight dark brown her with natural tones of a dark gingery colour sprinkled here and there. Her eyes were big and a vibrant emerald colour, but looking carefully you could see slits of amber and brown.

First she put on some much needed black mascara, followed by some brown eyeliner and light cream eye shadow. After being completely satisfied at her make-up applying skills, she wondered over to her wardrobe, quickly she pulled out a small black, pleated skirt and a plain, white, long-sleeved top. Only then she felt she could go downstairs for breakfast.

Casie's mother had died of cancer two years earlier from smoking, from saying that you might think she was just a mum who traipsed around all day doing the housework with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, but that would be wrong, she was someone who cared about nothing more than her daughter, she drove her to friends houses, helped her with homework, she put 100 in to everything that mum's generally do. Now Casie lived with her father, who was equally generous. He worked at an office for a company that sold computers, so it was a quite a well-paid job, they had transferred him to a different set of offices, that is why Casie, her dad and her pet dog Oscar had no choice but to move. He wouldn't have to be at his workplace for another hour.

Casie slung her bag over her shoulder and strode out of her front door. Her school was only five minutes away so it didn't take her long to walk. Once actually there, the surroundings were quite pleasant, the corridors were all painted a light peach colour and the teachers smiled at her whenever they walked past, soon Casie learned that her first lesson of the day was… Chemistry – Oh the fun of it!

She walked to where her science room was located – all the while trying to be positive. She must have been late because when the door opened a class full of students turned to face her, Casie scanned the room trying to find a spare seat she could make hers. She skimmed each row, then an interesting looking boy caught her eye, he had jet black hair, glowing beige skin and...He had a mask on, it was flesh coloured, probably so it looked natural, but it stood out like a sore thumb. His eyes were big pools of blue and were quizzically looking at her. There was a spare seat next to him. Casie cautiously made her way over to the masked boy and sat next to him. "Sorry I'm late" Casie said almost inaudibly.

"That's fine, you must be Casie Hamilton?" said an old man at the front; he had big circular glasses on and a white lab coat on.

Nervously, she nodded in reply. "Well, welcome to Silent Shore High." The teacher smiled. Casie just thanked him with another nod.

Casie reached down to get her bag when she noticed the paper in front of the boy next to her; it was covered in black biro drawings of birds, people and random patterns that looked like something that you would see in a tattoo design book. Casie glanced at his Science folder, his name was Erik Dubois.