So thisis my first story ever published. WARNING: There will be some violence, swearing, some self harm and age gap relationships in this. This first chapter is just an introduction to my OC Mathilda and in the next chapter the real deal will start ;) Hope you enjoy!

A new start. That was all I needed, I thought as I let my hands fall to my sides. A stream of sunshine shone though the window as I looked myself over in the mirror. Tomorrow is a new school, a new chance to be great. I forced a smile as I looked into my forest green eyes.

Many people find it hard to separate, to move away, but not me. This would be my fifth school and god knows what number this house is. Somewhere along the way of the thirteenth house I had lost count. Transfering schools was always a relief to me. It just sucked to be around the same type of people for years. I couldn't do it. It would take a few years then I'd let my dad know that I didn't like the school. He'd rarely question why, because he usually knew why.

Somewhere inside of me I heard a voice slipping away the truth.

"You're afraid they know to much."

I liked to remain a mystery. I did not wan't them to know about my past, my family issues, my love for music or the emptiness inside that I'd grown used to since a young age. They would'nt understand anyway. I didn't need nor did I want their pity, it was disgusting.

I made the mistake once, telling a teacher about my mothers drinking problem. The look in her eyes made my stomach twist. The look that I only translated as weird. I don't wan't people to think of me as the girl with the sick mother, I just want to be thought of as.. me. Mathilda. A pretty average girl with a weird interest for zombies.

I have probaly resarched all there is on the creatures and watched every movie, and tv-series with a connection. If I had to bet I would probably do pretty fine in a zombie apocalypse. I mean, I'm pretty badass. I don't let people play me or push me around, yet I'm almost always the silent girl with her nose in a book. It's like a cover I put up, acting weak so people underestimate my strength.

Sighing once again I started brushing my wavy hair and got ready for bed. Lying down I decided that tomorrow will be a better day.

So what did you think? Hate it? Loath it? Let me know ;) Also, I know it's not an excuse but english is not my first language so feel free to correct me for grammar mistakes!

Have a nice daaay... or morning.. or noon or night or whatever!