chapter one. Lillaine woke up on the deck. She checked her watch, 5:52 am. She got up, her back hurt like hell. She brushed herself off. She knew she'd end up falling asleep out her, the moon was the only thing that could get her to sleep. So she slept with her backpack by her side. She grabbed it and started walking to school. she ran her fingers through her hair quickly and picked the spider webs off her backpack. She was use to this, she spent as little time as possible in the house. I she did one thing wrong her aunt would beat her senseless. No point in telling anyone since no one cares about her.
About an hour and a half later Lillaine arrived at school. She slowly walked into her math class. The preps starred, she just starred back. She took a seat in the back, alone. The teacher walked in and hushed the class. Following him was a tall boy, abercrombie model looking, with dark brown and brown eyes. The kind of guy Lillaine couldn't even look at. The teacher announced the boys arrival while Lillaine starred out the window. She felt someone sit down next to her. It was the Abercrombie boy. He smiled at her. "Hi, I'm Oliver Oken." He said. She looked at him with her emerald eyes. "Lillaine Truscott" She said emotionless. He smilled. "Lillaine. That's cute. But I kinda like Lilly." he said. Lillaine looked down at her books. Oliver starred. "Lillaine" she said. "Is that English?" He asked in a quiet voice. "No, it's French." She answered. She hadn't talked this much to anyone in a long time. "Are you French?" He asked. "No" She said quietly. Oliver laughed and Lillaine smiled. It was the first time she really smiled in a long time. "I like Lilly, too."
When class ended, Lillaine noticed Oliver was walking with her... on purpose. This hasn't happened either. For the rest of the day she talked to Oliver. She barley knew anything about him, he barley knew anything about her, but for the first time in five years, she felt like she had a friend.
When school ended Lillaine slowly opened the front door to her house. She peeped inside, all the lights were off. She sighed of relief, and walked inside. She ran up to her room and threw her bookbag into the closet. She turned on her Killhannah CD and lay on her bed. She couldn't get this Oliver fellow off her mind. She didn't know why, it wasn't love. But it was something. She took out her notebook and started to write.