Dark Night –Chapter 1
Nobody knows how alone I feel. These past few weeks have been really tough on me with the whole moving from orphanage every year jumping from family to family. There's nothing constant in my life so than why should I even exist. I continued rambling on in my journal for what seemed like hours on end. Tomorrow I was going to have a "fresh start" as my new foster parents tell me in my new school Westchester field High School. I knew that everything was still going to remain the same; I was going to be the girl with the fiery looking eyes that have been changing color ever since I could remember. In my last school they didn't even bother to call me by my name just "the new girl who lost her parents". It seems like just yesterday I hugged my mom for the last time inhaling her sweet lilac fragrance or my dad's powerful cologne and wool sweater. Oh god I miss them so much, not a day goes by that I don't think of them or write about them in my diary. Oh god Cassie pull yourself together you can't let anyone see you like this if they did what would they think? As I finished my last ramble I shut my desk light off and snuggled into bed. After a while I let myself drift off into sleep, hoping that my dreams would be better than this Hell on Earth I was living in.
"Cassie come downstairs it's your first day of school and you wouldn't want to be late!" screamed my foster mother (for the time being) Alisha. "Uhhhh. Wh-hat time is it?" I muttered to myself. Just then I looked over to my shoulder and saw the alarm clock read 7:00 A.M. As I stripped the covers off of myself and dragged myself off the comfort of my cozy bed I was dreading what the school was going to be like. Like any other school I guess I thought to myself, as I sauntered into my new private bathroom. I finished up in the shower and I was brushing my teeth when my own reflection in the mirror startled me. I was never one of those girls that had a high confidence in myself I mean, I wasn't bad looking but let's just say I never stood out in a crowd. My hair was golden brown with curling ringlets rolling down my back and when the sun hit it at the perfect angle it showed auburn streaks. My face was pretty average straight nose, full lips, changing eye color which today happened to be amethyst, long eyelashes, and ivory skin. I guess you could say that I'm average height at 5'5 and was never overweight. All of my mom's friends used to tell me that I was the spitting image of my mother, which used to be a compliment because my mother was so beautiful, but now is an everyday reminder of what could've been. Well this is the best it's going to get I thought to myself as I walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Hello Cassie and how are we this morning?" "Oh good thanks Mrs. Everson." I said. "Oh please don't call me Mrs. Everson, call me Alisha." "Alright." I said quickly wanting to end the conversation. She took one look at me and turned around gesturing for me to help myself to the cereal in the cabinets. I did so, pulled up a chair and scarfed down my food as fast as I could. When I was done I threw on my shoes, grabbed my book bag, and yelled goodbye as I walked out the door. Westerton Washington seemed so gloomy, which made me even more depressed as I ambled down the steps. Since the school was only a few blocks away I walked there through the drizzling rain, watching as the curious eyes of my classmates no doubt eyed me. When I finally got to the building, it looked just the same as my other school except this school was a lot smaller. I guess everyone around here knows everyone in this town because they were all looking at me as if I were a shiny new toy on Christmas morning.
But the people outside weren't what sparked my interest; it was the boy who was walking down the corridor that I was entering that caught my attention. He was unlike anything I had ever seen, beautiful lithe lazy tall body, with wheat hair that hung just above his eyes, and the cheekbones that looked like they could be an architecture's dream. That wasn't what caught me the most though, it was his eyes. His eyes were an icy green that if looked at properly had depths of unknown emotions. I had to know this boy's name, I just did and for some reason I felt a weird pull to this stranger. When I looked from the floor I saw that he was staring at me and I accidentally tripped due to the intensity that came with his stare.