This story revolves around Duke Hunter who's one of our protagonists in this story. A few things before you should be readin'.

1. I don't mean any racism whatsoever. This is what our protagonist thinks

2. This is my first Fanfic, don't be too harsh. Positive reviews will help for future uploads or whatever.

3. I don't mean anything offense whatsoever so don't send me hate stuff please.

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The White Kitten Girl

The screech of that fucking animal filled the air of uneasy tension and fear. It scared the living hell outta me as I kept running, trying to escape it's awful grasp. I knew if it caught me, I'm fucking done for. Even so, I still fucking continued to ran non stop down the cold dark forest floor in a forest of black leaves under the red moon in the same evil sky. My breathing turned into pants of fear as I felt the beast's hot breath breathing down my neck. That right there was enough to make my heart sink in my chest and probably skipped a beat. Eh, I wouldn't know because I was literally scared enough to piss my pants. I yelled "save me" or "help me" at the top of my lungs over and fucking over again as I sprinted for it, my body shaking like hell, and this monster following me. Then, I run into a dead end where the cliff was at the edge of the forest. Shit, you couldn't even see the damn bottom of the chasm or any otherside and when you look across, it was black... Just like the sky. I turned around and noticed trees being tumbled over as heavy footsteps came closer to me.

Augh! Screw it! If I'm gonna die, I won't die a fucking pussy! Bring it on! All you could heard was booming heavy footsteps coming closer until, it reaches it's jaws down on you, sinking it's teeth inside of your flesh. It pulled me in with it's tongue and shut it's mouth, blocking the final beam of light as knew my flesh was being torn and washed away with spit.

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So then the alarm on my phone went off next to me. The drop in Clouds Connected from In Flames pretty much saved me from the horrific nightmare. I dropped to the floor out of my bed, grabbed my throbbing chest out of cold sweat. I panted lightly from the nightmare as I let one of my favorite songs slowly calming me, lifting away the stress. I slowly reached my arm to the phone, and pounded on in until it stopped playing.

Yep, that's me. Seventeen year old Duke Hunter. Having the same nightmare for about three months now since my sophomore year. Now, let me explain for a sec, I started school late and my birthday was like, two months ago. Anyways, I live in a small blue house in Lima, Ohio. The town was pretty peaceful expect for the nearby gang activities and stuff. It's a really stupid ghetto place until you meet the right people, and the right places. I rose up from the floor with my almost broken phone in my hand. Well, at least the heart throbbing stopped! Wait a second... Fuck! My alarm went off! That mean's it's fucking seven! Now, I really wasted no time. I grabbed my clothes for school off of my old, creaky table next to my bed and dashed out my room. I ran across the old oak wooden floor with my bare feet right down the tight, narrow hallway towards the bathroom (little do I know that I was half naked, only in my boxers for some damn reason). I took a sharp right and made it to the old bathroom. Small sink, cabinet, bath plus shower combo, you know. The usual old house in Lima.

I set my clothes on top of the toilet seat and got the shower ready. This should really help ease up on things. Oh right, as I was saying before, that dream I had get's more realistic every time and might just give me a heart attack one day. Honestly, I am just glad to know that I still have my damn head on my shoulders and the rest of my body in one piece. Off with the boxers and into the shower!

I took my sweet ass time getting into that over sized piece of acrylic and fiberglass bowl. Oh yeah... This... This right here is what I live for... A nice hot shower that's not too hot or cold. Steam filled the air and immediately fogged the bathroom mirror and window. It really did help set that oh-so-perfect atmosphere that washes away all of your troubles. Just simply pouring peaceful and placid thoughts into you mind and soul as the hot water runs down your body in a elegant sorta way. Oh how I love hot showers! It even makes you forget all stressful things in a way. All except that damn Algebra test that's worth a final grade that I need to do today... Dammit!

Out of frustration, I banged my forehead against the wall. A single tear of sadness and rage escape my eye, rolling down my cheek.

"Ah, fuck!" This test will kill me... Oh right, mom and dad aren't home today. They work early so I frickin' forgot that I have to frickin' watch the house til' I have to go. So I finished my shower fifteen minutes later – fuck off, I like my long length of showering even though I usually stand there and think or piss in the drain – and got out. I dried myself with my favorite blue towel on the warped bathroom tile floor. My clothes on the toilet seat appeared to be dry still.

Then, I got dressed in the steaming bathroom. Putting on my usual which was the dark blue skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt with a white t-shirt over it with a Sonic the Hedgehog golden ring on it, blue socks, black beanie that never covers all of my head (duh), and don't worry, I got a new pair of boxers on. Those really comfy ones that you get from somewhere like JC Pennys or some shit.

So yeah, like I said, I'm seventeen and I'm in my sophomore year in high school where anything and everything happens. I'm about 5'11" with nice caramel skin and flat-spiky black hair and deep blue eyes. I'm a unique mixed guy with blue eyes. Heck, I even weigh in about 148 pounds! Got a six pack and style! And yet, Sometimes I wonder how the sagging fucks in my school get all the p*ssy... Not that it mattered, I'm not into fat sluts named La'Keesha or that bull.

Time was ticking so a scarfed down a piece of toast and a tall glass of milk and hurried outside to my car out front. It's just a Toyota Camry, nothing special really. The special thing is that it was black. Not that tint or light black shit, black black. You get it? Whatever. I guess for a straight B to A student, I got a way with words huh? I locked the house door behind me and quickly ran towards my car. The morning sky was a peaceful blue with nor clouds in sight and the morning sun was rising over the horizon. A few dogs were barking in the bathroom as the air was pretty fresh today.

The strange thing was this, a U-Haul truck right across the street where this huge, giant, expensive looking house sits at where me and the neighbors could only stare and wish that we lived in it. It looked new and sturdy with no problems at all! It was twice the size at all the other houses and has twice the yard space with a tall brown fence surrounding the place. The house also had a large garage next to it. Could it be that someone's moving in the neighborhood? Well no fucking duh! This should be interesting. And lucky for them too, they got nice people next door. And I get a fucking group of white trash hillbillies on my left, and a bunch of wannabe rapper drug dealers on my right. I manage to catch a good view of some other details too. Such as the 1997 white Chevy Corvette in front of the truck and two large, muscular dudes carrying an expensive flat screen television inside the large house. Which looks a lot better than my box TV where it becomes a pain in the ass trying to make Black Ops II Emblems in Call of Duty.

These people must be loaded with cash! I saw a surround sound stereo thingy, a large marble dresser with black and white swirly designs with a few gem encrusted details and the MEGA AWESOME HUGE REFRIGERATOR! Like, the ones with the ice and soda dispensers and stuff! But why are they here?

So far, it's a two muscly guys in their mid thirties carrying a lot of heavy stuff from the U-haul truck, two busty chicks on the front porch and another chick carrying a few bags inside. Two of them are adults and the other is probably... Twenty? To me, that's still a teen. You never really act like an adult when your twenty.

But then, I saw her. This beautiful petite girl probably around 15 years old with pure white hair – that's like, not gray at all – that was white as the snow, light tan skin that was almost pale, and hazel eyes. At the front of her, her hair had two long bangs going past her shoulders and several loose bangs hanging over her forehead, while the back has a short bob cut. She also wears a black cat-shaped hair clip on both sides of her hair. This girl wore a pair of light blue jeans, white sneakers, and a pink turtle neck sweater that... Seemed to have a kitten on it. Now hold up, I have some really kick-ass render sight so, of course I can see that well. Even those people have that pure white hair, hazel eyes and light skin too. It's so cool! But, probably a bunch cosplayers.

Then that cute young girl, she looked at my. Right into my eyes. Almost through me like, into my soul or something. I just felt completely overwhelm with this warm feeling inside of me that made me froze up. Like as if she's somehow... Somehow just touching my heart with her pure hands or something, making all of my problems vanish, and covering the blackness with white. Everything was worthless compared to her. It had to be. Damn, I really didn't like this. How can one stranger do this to me already? Worst of all, she must be a fuckin' middle schooler or something! Augh! I'm a pedophile now!

The beautiful snow hair girl looked away from me and towards the corvette. She then took a suitcase from the corvette and casually and yet polity walked towards the house. Even though we only glanced for like, a few seconds, it felt like hours! Wow! That girl was stunning! She was beautiful... I found myself standing next to my car like an idiot, looking at those people. Fuck... I bet they saw me thinking I was getting a good look at their stuff. I sighed depressingly as I opened the door to my car. Phone, check. Mp3, check. And my bag should be at school. Well, I entered my car and started it up. My foot slowly pressed against the gas pedal and I was on my way to school.

Like I said before, my neighborhood isn't all that bad. The lawns I passed and stuff were totally green with colors and the trees remained healthy. I guess for a ghetto neighborhood it wasn't too bad. Squirrels, birds and rabbits were all over the place like usual, no litter somehow, and the gang activity was pretty lower than usual. I was thinking, with that crap going on, why would these wealthy people move here? Don't tell me it was for that house was it? Nah, that's bullshit. I would pick a motel in the town over than that- no wait, I'm lying. Perhaps it was job issues. I don't know.

So, my school's about ten minutes away so getting there could be a huge pain if traffic wasn't such a bitch. Going through my neighborhood is fine. There's never anyone around here really.

Approaching a stoplight, I stopped the car in front of it while it was red. That gave me enough time to plug up my Mp3 to the adapter to my radio so I could play my music instead of this crud on the radio. Besides my rock, I gotta have my hip-hop. Not this Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift shit. No offense, I just can't stand that. Don't worry, I don't listen to the crud with bad music, lyrics and artists. Like Jay-Z.

Good ol' Gang Starr's Moment of Truth played on the shuffle list. This really brought up my mood. This song... Pretty much speaks out to me in a way. It's what brought me into the hip hop/rap genre in the first place. Pulling up next to me was a white 2011 Hyundai Sontana. The windows were tinted black for some reason so I couldn't see who was inside. But I did hear this which all driver know what it was.

A taunting revving from that car. I smirked in delight then grip more tightly on the wheel and stick on the gearbox. A street race. A straight shot towards the next stoplight that was waaaaay down. Like, almost a mile down the road. This wasn't a very busy street so I begun to think that this light was worthless being here. I revving up my car and waited...

The light turned green and we were gone! I should feel grateful for the two lanes on each side or there might have been some trouble. Whoever the hell this was, really knew what the hell they were doing. I may not that big on cars and stuff, but I LOVE to drive fast! The speedometer began to increase along with my will to win and I continued to switched the gear on the gearbox! Damn! We sounded like race cars! Zooming pass house, buildings and throughout the neighborhood like some Fast and the Furious stuff! Well, that was over exaggeration. Up ahead was the stop light. Almost there, in plain sight. I griped the steering wheel then almost floored it! But this dude here was still right next to me! But then, I got ahead of him, and crossed that imaginary finish line that was the stoplight. I slowed my car down along with the other driver. Whoever it was, made a right turn towards my school, making the tires screech.

Ha, that person obviously didn't realize that the power of Duke, was not meant to be fucked with! Looks like whoever it was went to my school at Omega High. I made a quick you turn than turned left towards my school. Hahaha! That felt amazing! On the rest of the way to school, I was in a great mood.

I made it to school not to long after then realized... That same car that I raced was there in my parking space. Son of a bitch! Well, I'll let that pass. I handed his ass to him so, whatever. I parked at the nearby gas station lot and locked up my car tightly. I threw my bag over my shoulder and started my way inside school.

-Not much later-

So there we go, I'm in class where the tables suck, chairs suck, equipment suck, and oh... The teachers suck. The room sucks too, don't forget. How the hell does a school that looks like a university on the outside has a classroom like this one the inside?! Oh, this is my homeroom class by the way... That probably explains it. All my other classes are much better than this shit. Even the classmates I have in here are seriously ghetto as fuck. Duct tape on their shoes, holes in their back packs, and chick's dying their hair multiple colors. Pisses me off. Luckily for me, I sit near the one window of the class, just staring outside as the rest of the skanks and thugs were chatting about someone getting a new gun or something.

That girl... I want to see her again. Well, now I know something's wrong with me. Thinking about little girls and shit. Ugh... Not long after, the teacher finally arrived. Not just any teacher, my personal favorite. Mr. Louis Lancer. He's huge, no, famous boxer huge! He had dark skin, bald, brown eyes, and always wore jeans and a tank top. Even during winters. He literally says that "jackets are for weaklings". That guy had muscles, on his muscles. That explains why all the wannabe gangsters don't start anything here because they'll feel that guy's wrath.

Mr. Lancer walked in front of the classroom and looked over the large group of students including myself. There were about, twenty of us? Plus the open desk in front of me. That belonged to one of my only friends here who was actually sane. But, he went to an art school and left me behind...

"Alright alright, quiet down!" boomed Mr. Lancer as his voice reached across the small classroom, "today's a special today for us. We have a new student in Lima High. She'll be arriving soon so I expect respect from all over you. Especially you all in the back."

Mr. Lancer nudged towards the loud mouth thugs in the back. They were always snickering or snorting about something with their red eyes from doing too much coke or weed. There were three of them. One of them had dark skin, short black hair and brown eyes. He was taller than me by a long shot and was the head of the basket ball team. He wore a red Chicago Bulls hat and a white t-shirt with his sagging black pants and red and white Jordans. That was that famous senior, Davonte Lee. Like I said, school's basket ball star, and not to mention, thug leader in my book. The other dude sitting next to his left was short and had darker skin. He had an afro that was twice the size of his small head with a red pick in it. He had on this wore gray sweatshirt and gray sweatpants with white Nikes that had duct tape all over the front of the left one. This was the sophomore, Zaboy Thomas. A.K.A. Boy-Boy. The last on was a scrawny white guy with curly brown hair and had a small beard goin' on. He wore a red and black hoodie and of course, sagged his blue cargo jeans and wore checkered skating shoes. That my friend, was a disgrace to us skaters! That was the junior, Tariq Johnson.

I had a run in with these guys a lot in my freshman year. I knew they were always picking on me or trying to torment me because of something. I only moved here from California last year and I got hell from them. I was no pushover and always got in fights with those punks. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. Unless they team up, then I was fucked. I lost a lot of phones last year and everything ended when you have a body builder dad who almost went to jail for almost breaking these guys' skulls.

The door open with a creaking sound. It was... Her. That beautiful snowy, white hair girl with her beautiful light skin and yellow eyes... N-no way. I gulped quietly as I examined her with my eyes once more. I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. I really didn't like this, I just... Only seen her twice... I wonder if it's because she's different then everyone else here in school...

"Class, this here is Koneko Toujou. I don't want you to give her a hard time because she's new here." said Mr. Lancer, "there is an open seat back there," he pointed to the open desk in front of me.

Koneko nodded her head and started walking towards me- erm... The desk. Davonte and his little buddies were already whispering to each other and snickering about something. That was starting to piss me off until, Koneko looked at me. Our eyes simply connected to each other for a second then she sat down and faced the front, leaving her bag next to her desk. Wow... She's stunning and... She smells so great. Smelling like vanilla with... something else that I don't particularly remember... What I did know was this, my life was seriously about to turn around after this.

How's that for a first time? Like our character's attitude and positive language :D Chapter Two will be posted sometime this weekend. Leave a review or whatever and I'll see you around -Drake