Chapter 1
As Finished my song I bowed and listened to the aplose, this was my last chance to get into England's finest music school. i've been playing the flute sintce i was 7and i am presently 14 so around 7 years , my foster parents decided that in returne for taking care of me they would get to use whatever gifts i had to there advantage. So here i am living out there dream, there wish is my comand so I am trying to get a scolarship to a school halfway around the world in london so they can boast about , and get rid of me all in one shot. i don't mind it too much becouse origanaly i'm from london but was sent to new york in america when my adoptive parents died, long story short they died when a bolt of lightning made contact with there plane. I blamed Zeus, o and they were Greek so they taught me to believe in the gods and to speak Greek and Latin, not your average parents but i loved them none the less. Anyway the school will keep me all year so they wouldn't have to worry about having me home on the holidays.
After listening to my foster parents, mrs. and Mr. Andrews tell me how i should have done better i headed to school. I grabbed my black and blue messenger bag and stuffed all my incompleat homework into it. I slammed the door on the way out and heded down the street to my school, Goode high School for troubled students, was i a trubled kid? Yes i suppose you could say that, kids with adhd and dyslexia aren't exactly the teachers pets, well that and i seem to be able to pick a fight with almost enyone but they allways start it. And this morning was no difrent as i ran into someone.
"O my-"
"eeeeeeeeek!" i looked up to see Ashally the most popular girl in school, she has blond hair blue eyes and the latest fashion putting her at the top of the soichal pyramid. I'm somewhere UNDER the pyramid last I checked. I could sense her eyes upon me taking in my red streaked black hair, pail complexion and violet/black eyes then moving on to my outfit choice; a plain black shirt with a red mini jacket, black skinny jeans, and combat boots and a skull necklace and belt. Then uttered my most hated word.
"Goth. You're not worth my time." I had had enough of her so I did what any responsible person would do, I punched her in the nose rely hard. Much to my disappointment I didn't break it. She clutched it for a time then sprang on me but I was ready. I flipped her over then scrambled onto her stomach and started to punch the life out of her.
"Avalon." I turned around to see Mr. Brunner in his wheel chair looking disappointed.
"Getting into fights a little early now are we."
"She deserved it. Anyways I'm going to be transferred to an English boarding school this week. So it doesn't matter."
He seemed startled at this but then lead me to the principal's office for my daily scolding.