Chapter 1
A/N: Hey guys, its your ever faithful Nevah here. Honestly, before I start this story, I feel compelled to tell you guys I wont post as often as you want me to. I know how it feels to have your favorite author drop off the planet for a few months, but I feel that you should know I start school in four days and my life is a little crazy. Expect a new chapter once every week, but if its not up, I'm sorry. Sometimes I'll write three in one day. Sometimes there will just be nothing to write about. If you cant handle it, I'm sorry. I'm not perfect, so accept it now or click onto a different story. (Spiel over :D)
My Gucci Heel Gets Covered in Eye Gunk and Lost Forever
Hey, I haven't formally introduced myself. Forgive me. My name is Genevieve Morgan and I'm fairly certain within the next 10 minutes I'll be dead. Let me back up. I live in Aspen, Colorado, but I take a two hour bus every day to my school, in the heart of Denver. Surprisingly enough, Midtown is actually a great school. That's where I am right now. I'm about to turn 15, I have a belly button piercing, and I am the most normal person I know. Or at least until 15 minutes ago. Here I am, last period of a normal school day. It's a Friday, so I can't wait to be free. History is boring as ever, so I lean my head toward the window open to my left. All of a sudden, I can hear my father's voice from below screaming my name. I straighten up, and run out the door, grabbing the bathroom pass on the way.
As I exit the building, his screaming gets louder. Its like there are more then one of my dad. Turn the corner, and it turns out my dad hasn't been the one yelling. Instead, three extremely tall men stand, blocking my way. The last one's mouth opens and he says in my mom's perfect tone "Stay still. The more you move the more it hurts." I back into a wall, and I know I'm screwed. And how much better can this day get? Peter's calling my name. The three men-nope not men-I think as I look up and meet a single eye in place of two-turn and look for the source pf the sounds. This gives me the chance to wedge my heel into one thing's eye and run like hell.
I reach out and grab onto Peter's hand, dragging him along with me as I run, we run, away from whatever that was back there. "We need two plane tickets." He says once we're waiting at the bus stop. "Aren't you over reacting Peter? We haven't seen those guys since school. Its not like they were following us." "They weren't following us." Peter says with a sigh, still not making eye contact with me. "That's the spirit, we-" He cuts me off "They were following you."