Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers.
Author's Note: I rewrote New school and decided to go in an all new direction. Please Review. Thank you for reading –J.
Prolog
Hello. I am Chloe Saunders and I am a Necromancer along with my twin brother, Michael. In more ways in one Michael and I are alike. With the way we act to dress, personality, and life. Though Michael usually goes to a different school than I do, because we wanted separate lives from each other because of those reasons we were always lumped together. It really wasn't our fault, dad was always gone and we were all the other had really. No other family but the other sibling and our father.
Michael, taller than I was as he got our dead uncles height standing at 6' while I was barely even reached 5'. While my hair was blonde his was colored black, we both had blue eyes and had a familiar built. Both of us were skinny and I was toned from years of gymnastics and he was muscular due to he plays sports all the time. Michael's black hair barely reached his eyebrows from weeks of not cutting it, though I am pretty sure he doesn't care dad always made him get one if he saw him with slightly long hair. Michael has expected, really, his necro part of him more than I have. I try to hide it and pretend it's not there but Michael he dresses in every black and tight has few piercings and he typically screams BAD ASS and DEATH.
While I TRY to act simi-normal and not like I was constantly surrounded by death. It seemed everywhere we looked there was a ghost or a dead body. Which we both realized we could raise and basically build an army let's just say we try to stay away from dead people. We learned to control our powers with nightly/ weekly visit to the woods behind each of our house we get. Michael and I had always convinced dad to get a house with wood as our back yard. I wanted to play the Necromancer roll, slightly, so I wear black with hints of color almost everyday.
Which you can't blame on me or Michael with the type of lives we had. Mother dying we were at the age of four, dad becoming a work-a-lholic, and our only living aunt dying a few years back. Plus we were always moving and we couldn't make much friends, but Michael was always good at it. Most of the populars of the school glued themselves to his side because of his 'bad boy imagine' and the fact he played sports brought points from the guys. Then there was me, always at his side just in case we saw a ghost either one of us would go take care of it. But that was before we decided to take our own courses in life.
Dad was moving us again and we hoped for the best this time around. Michael had to stay about another week in this school because the school was giving him a hard time on his transfer papers. But this move would be different because unlike the past six years he was actually going to be in the same school I was. THANK GOD! I got tired of going through that- Necromancer- abilities by myself. Even if I had to wait a week for him to get here, it'll be totally worth the wait. He even let me take the only other bedroom with the shower, without putting up much of a fight.
You could say Michael and I were closer than regular sibilings. We RARELY faught and when we did we couldn't stay mad at each other longer than an hour. We weren't just family we were best friends, but of all the moving we wouldn't be friends longer enough with someones before moving. Michael told me everything and I told him everything- even when I started my monthly gift. I was FREAKED! But Michael being a guy and understand more of what exactly I needed at the moment went to the store at brought my tampons and pads. After I calmed down and stopped being dumbstruck at the little blood spot on my underwear I knew what happened and was embrassesed that I screamed for my older brother- by 2 mintues- for help.
But he doesn't hold it against me at all. He actually said once if he saw blood on his underwear –if he was a girl- he would be a little too shock at the moment to understand too. I told him thank you of course, and we pretended it hadn't happened. Though even if Michael told me everything, I was pretty sure he kept most of the girls that trailed him a secrete but it was no secrete that he wasn't a virgin. At least not since he turned 14, he got drunk at a party and I had found him naked with a girl getting dressed.
He thinks that I don't know about that, but it was hard NOT to notice all the moans coming from your brother's room especially when you knew he brought home a girl. I ignored it most of the time, and always wondered how he didn't let his powers get in his way of how 'normal' relationships with people. I was always nervous and worried that the person was a ghost that I was walking too, but he… he nevered questioned it he just talked. I think he learned a trick that he hadn't taught me. But I didn't want to bring it up, because he was also that over protective brother and would question everything to get the meaning behind the unspoken question behind it.
I couldn't wait till next week when Michael comes and help make it easier for me to make friends. We were both 16, but being that young didn't stop him from basically being a man-whore. For me? Guys never gave me a second look. I was basically flat chested and had little to no curves and I think Michael liked it that way. That no guys were 'trailing' after me like girls were him. I would have to admit, my brother was hot and some past friends said I looked kinda of like a girl version of him but with softer features. I didn't want to go into what that could possibly could have meant.
I was unpacking everything as I started school tomorrow and I have been in the new house for about three days. Un-packing had never crossed my mind and it was what I spent the rest of the day doing and blasting my music so loud I was pretty sure the neighbor across the street could hear the words being said even with the windows and doors locked and shut.