Blue eyes
Sky eyes, cloudy eyes
Deep, and perfect, proud eyes
Model eyes, real eyes
Full of true emotion eyes
Gentle eyes, ice eyes
Pierce into your heart eyes
Clear eyes, shallow eyes
Reading your emotions eyes
Soft eyes, cold eyes
Gorgeous, lovely, blue eyes

I, Melanie Chavez, d 8th grade. That's why I was delighted to leave Woodendale junior high school and go to Rivermill high. Even if it was halfway across the country.

I looked out of the plane window, one last time and shuddered at the height. I would miss the greenness of Seattle. I gulped and looked away. Then I reached into my bag and pulled out my ipod. I turned it on and decided to listen to it until it ran out of battery. I looked through my playlist and chose "Bring me to Life" by Evanescence. I hummed along and not soon after I fell asleep. I woke up about two hours later and saw that we were landing. I quickly packed up my stuff and pulled on my thin sweater. We landed in Los Angeles about five minutes later. Groggily, I left the plane and as I walked out of the terminal, I saw my parents running towards me. They embraced me and my dad carried my luggage to the car. I slept the whole way home.

I woke up in my bed but my room was all wrong. Why was my dresser in the corner? And why was the mirror hanging on the door instead of in the closet? I groaned as I remembered the grueling flight and the big move. My mom entered a few minutes later. She looked tired but happy. She offered a feeble smile. "Melanie" she said "Melanie, wake up. It's time for your first day at Rivermill high. And we wouldn't want to be late." After my mom left, I got out of bed and walked to my new closet. It was bigger, I was impressed. I chose a black hoodie with a white splatter paint pattern, black skinny jeans, and a pair of high top, all black converse. I walked over to her floor length mirror and looked over my outfit. Then I combed my super curly, shoulder length, brown-black hair, and I straightened my glasses (that were jet black) on my heart-shaped face. I looked over myself yet again, then, pleased with my look, slumped down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Once there I grabbed the pot of coffee, poured a cup, and drank it black. I quickly finished it and ran back upstairs to brush my teeth and put on my makeup. I put on mascara and black and grey eye shadow. I was finally ready for Rivermill high. I grimaced then thought to myself; let's see what L.A. has to offer. Then I walked out the door and into the 8:00 sunlight, on her way to my new life.

The second I walked through the door, the hallways went almost entirely silent. I eyed them all silently then made my way to the principal's office. Mr. Harrison's office was larger than it looked in the pictures, and I tilted my head to stare at pictures that covered the ceiling and the walls.

"Do you enjoy art?" A kind voice asked quietly.
I jumped at the sound of a voice in the seemingly empty room. "Um, no I don't, not really." I stuttered, sort of mumbling near the end.

"That's okay. I just thought you looked like an artist by the way you were eyeing the paintings. You must be Ms. Chavez. Glad to know you found your way here alright."

I nodded and took my schedule from his outstretched hand. Turning on my heel I left the room at a quick pace, mulling silently over the stupid piece of paper that held my schedule for hell.

I strode into the hallway not watching where I was going and slammed into a solid body going fast down the hallway. "Crap. Sorry."I muttered to the person, not looking up, gathering my books. "It's fine." The body responded, helping me scoop up all my papers.

I stood up and saw the body for the very first time.

A tall, brown haired boy, with silvery blue eyes and a kind look on his face. As he handed me my stuff he grinned, showing perfectly straight teeth. "I'm Dimitri." He said softly. "I held out my free hand and took his, "Melanie." "You want me to help you get to your locker?"

Did I want an insanely hot guy helping me find my locker on the very first day of high school?

Let me rephrase that; did I want an insanely hot guy helping me find my locker on the very first day of high school so he could find out my secret?

I think it'd be okay.

"Sure. As long as you don't mind hanging around a freshman."

"I think I can handle it." He replied, his grin widening.

Oh. My. God.

He had freaking dimples!

He gently lifted my backpack off my back and onto his shoulder, took my hand and led me through the crowd.

"What's your number?" he asked

I looked up confused.

He saw my expression and laughed. "No. Your locker number, Melanie." "2473 and you can call me Mel, Dimitri."

He turned on me in the hallway, looking into my eyes. I shivered. "What are you looking at?" I snapped.

He seemed to realize he was staring at me and blushed a little and took my upper arm, "nothing, nothing, nothing." He murmured.

"Cut the crap Dimitri. I'm old enough to know when I'm being lied to." And with that I stopped in the middle of the crowded hallway.

He came up close to me and he looked into my eyes, serious. "I'm just remembering how I saw the very same eyes staring out at me from a cage in an illegal testing facility in Germany 3 years ago." He whispered almost inaudibly in my ear then his arms slipped my backpack over my shoulders and left me standing alone n a crowded hallway and hearing nothing in the noisy room.

My mind only thought one word as I felt numbness overtake my senses; Omega.