Lunar Shadow

Post Breaking Dawn: POV Jason

1: Start of the beginning

I awoke to the sound of pattering on my window. Rain. So expectable. So unavoidable. So inconvenient. I had to walk to school everyday, and rain didn't make it any easier. Of course whenever I used to complain, Gramps would always say, "Jason Storm, in my day, I had to walk to school, in sandals, in the snow, uphill both ways!" Of course that was before he died, when he slipped in the rain when walking and fell down granite steps, giving himself a concussion that he never recovered from. He doesn't say anything about it anymore.

But I sure as hell do. I'm not taking a walk down humility lane because my parents can't afford to send me on the bus to school.

"Jason, I have to use the money to get to work," my mom would tell me. My mom's name is Monica. She has deep brunette hair that runs down to the top of her shoulders, and she always smells like the kind of smell that soothes you, no matter what. It's a pretty good motherly trait. But it obviously wasn't enough to keep my dad around. He split the moment my mom was pregnant. Last year my mom tried to find him. He actually found her on the street walking towards our apartment building in San Diego, California. He was in his car drunk, and asked if she was interested in a little ride around town. At least she's happy now. She knows that he turned out worse than her.

So, guess what? Yeah, I'm walking to school. And I'm pretty sure that there's enough water in my shoes to hold off any sort of drought world wide. At least when I get to school, Nico was there. Nico is my best friend, and my only friend.

"Sup bro?" Nico asked as I sloshed into the school hall.

"Rain clouds." I muttered as I walked past him.

"Oh good one. I haven't heard that one in a while." He rolled his eyes. "You coming down to the shops today? Heard something big is going down."

This time I rolled my eyes. He always thought something was going to happen. It's why he carries around a camera in his backpack. The worst part is though, when he calls it like this, something usually does happen, so I can't really complain. "Sure I guess. What's happening?"

"Well there's a new kid down at Stonehill High that looked pretty tough, so Mac says he's gonna show him a thing or two. The new kid is probably just going to back down anyway so it's not that big."

Oh yeah. We have a gang at our school. The kid who leads it is Mac. The rest of the members are basically just his followers. If you ever met Mac, you wouldn't be surprised he has followers. He's a sophomore, but he's pretty much bigger than all the seniors. He's six foot seven, and is all muscle. The only week point about him is his ego. He'd probably try to kill the president if you told him the president gave him a funny look.

"All right I'm in." I told him.

"Sweet meet up after school. Front lot."

"Alright." I said as Nico and I walked into our separate classes. He had Algebra, and I had English. As I sat down into my seat for 2 hours of Mr. McCollin's speech on some English thing, I looked out the window and was surprised to see a guy staring through the window at me. A chill ran down my spine, as I looked around, hoping that he would be gone when I looked back. I let my gaze fall upon the clock and counted to 30 seconds. When I turned back to the window, however, he was still there. That's when I noticed his eyes. They were darker than the rain clouds behind him. In fact, they were pitch black. I shivered again, and kept my eyes on the teacher and the white board, not really paying attention.

When a vibration occurred in my pocket, I nearly jumped up and ran. It was Nico sending me a text. Meet me outside. Just had a vision. It read.

Oh, one more thing. Nico has visions. They happen at the most random times, and they started about two months ago when we were getting out of our plane at the airport. Nico bumped some chic, and he just collapsed. It was kind of funny, until I noticed that Nico looked like he was in pain. But I wasn't the only one who noticed. One of the guys she was traveling with immediately looked at Nico, and seemed as though he saw a ghost or something. I mean this guy was pale as cream cheese, and sort of had bronze hair. But it wasn't that part that disturbed me. He whispered to his blonde friend something about the vision that Nico was having, even though he was still having it. It was like he was reading Nico's mind or something. Pretty Freaky, huh? Nowadays though, Nico just kinda stares at you until he snaps out of the sight and tells you.

After Mr. McCollin told me I could go to the bathroom, I walked outside to find Nico on the bench. "What's up?" I asked.

" Ok, so I was doing the class work for Ms. Garner, when all of a sudden I saw a hazy looking field, and there was this guy in the middle of it." I didn't know what to say. A guy in a field. How scary. "Uh, ok. That's cool." I started to get up.

"No wait!" He grabbed my arm. "The guy had bronze hair."

I froze. Sure it could have been a different guy, but still, bad coincidence. "Ok that's a little weirder." And that guy from the window! Geez what the heck is happening around here?

"Yeah, that's basically it." He said, after I had been deep in my own thoughts for a while.

"Alright bro. see you after school," I told him. I wonder if anything else could get weirder right now. I had no idea.