Misty: 7:30am
I stared out the window of the small Taxi Cab window as the driver, Robert, drove down the deserted streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma. My eye caught a boy, sitting on a big suitcase outside a house. He looked torn and deflated, and I instantly felt sympathy towards him. He was average looking, he looked about 16, same age as me. He had fairly long chestnut hair that fell over his light blue eyes. I realized how easy it was for me to see him and inspect him. With a jolt I realized the Cab had stopped in front of the house.
The boy got up, kicking the luggage bag over roughly onto the neatly trimmed lawn. He stormed over to the Cab and threw open the door opposite me. He sat down in the seat next to me and glared right through my skin.
"Josh," Robert began in his Scottish accent. "You need to learn to control your emotions. Your mother and father make me take you to school for a reason, you know." Josh just glared daggers at him, shifting in his seat and closing the door.
The trip to my new school was slow, long, and literally painful. I was sitting in a tight position, not daring to move because of Josh and his, quite frankly, frightening attitude. We were headed to some random school in Tulsa, called Broken Arrow, where I would attend it for goddess knows how long. Oh, right, I think I forgot to tell you about myself. My name is Misty Harrington, and I just moved to Tulsa three days ago, after being born and growing up all$ of my life so far in Sydney, Australia.
Don't get me wrong, Tulsa's great, but it's just so different! My father transferred me here after someone framed me for vandalizing my old school. My mother died when I was only two, and I never really got to know her. Father refuses to speak of her much, so I don't even know what her middle name was.
Robert had volunteered to drive me to school every day, and drive me every afternoon to where I would be staying for the rest of my schooling years. My Auntie's house. Aunt Sophia was, as I liked to call her, a horrible old witch. She hated everything that had to do with children, including me. I can't even remember why she agreed to let me come. Maybe so she could purposefully ruin my life.
Robert pulled up at the kerb of the school car park, and motioned for me to get out.
"Josh, this is Misty, she's new at this school so make her feel welcome. Do you understand?" Robert's voice was harsh. Josh shrugged and got out, stalking into the school. I followed him meekly. When he reached the doors, he whirled around and faced me, I stopped in my place, about eight metres away from him.
"Well?" He demanded. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah, I am." I replied before running up the stairs and walking into the busy school with Josh.
Immediately eyes turned towards us, but Josh just pushed through everyone, gesturing for me to follow him. I saw one girl eye me, looking at my hair, my legs, then, finally, my eyes. She nodded and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Kayla. Nice to meet you, this is Heath." She motioned towards the handsome boy standing next to her, who was looking as if he'd rather be with the devil than that girl named Kayla.
"Likewise, I'm Misty. As you can probably tell, I'm new here." I forced a smile to Kayla, and I gave a respectful nod towards Heath. I wonder if I'll fit in here, if anyone's nice… Kayla seems nice enough, but I don't really know her at all, and that Heath guy looks depressed. My inner babbling was interrupted by an annoyed Josh.
"Come on!" He insisted, coming up, ignoring Kayla and Heath and dragging me away by my arm. I followed him down the corridor to a large set of double doors. He knocked on them quickly three times, before they were opened abruptly, to reveal a large, and I mean large man, with chubby pink cheeks and wearing a black suit.
"Mr. Loddard, this is Misty. She's new here and I was told by Patrick to look after her." Josh explained.
"And in your head looking after her is by bringing her straight to me, huh?" Mr. Loddard demanded. His voice was rusty, as if he'd just woken up from a two-year long sleep. His bald head shone from the light glowing through the open window.
"Well, you are a very caring man, Mr. Loddard." Josh said, with a wave of dismissal from his hand.
"Yes well, I'm afraid I'm in the middle of something important right now, so I won't be able to take Misty from you, Josh. You'll actually have to get up and do something for a change!" Mr. Loddard paused, relaxing and giving an exasperated sigh. "Well, for today, I'll change all of your classes to the same ones as Misty's, so you can look after her the whole day. I expect a lot from you, Josh."
Josh gave a deep growl, low in his throat, before glaring daggers at me and stalking out of the room, towards goddess-knows-where.
"Uh, Josh, I don't mean to be rude, but where are we going?" I asked him carefully.
"I'm going to go give you to one of the girls." He spat at me.
Before I knew it, we were approaching Kayla and Heath. Kayla had her back facing us, and was playing with something on Heath's shirt. Gag.
"Kayla!" Josh barked. She whirled around and faced him, and upon realizing who it was and flicking her hair, she gave a harsh scowl towards Josh. When she saw me behind him, she immediately smiled and pushed Josh out of the way.
"Hey there, Misty, right?" She asked, checking my name.
"Yeah, Misty's my name. Kayla?" I asked.
"Yep, and Heath," she said, motioning to Heath again.
"Look Kayla, Misty doesn't know anyone here, so look after her. Got it?" Josh demanded.
"Yeah, whatever." She turned to face him as if she had thought he had left. "You're still here?!"
"Not anymore." Josh said before turning on his heels and walking down the narrow corridor. Kayla beamed at me.
"Welcome to Broken Arrow!"
Misty: 12:40pm
Classes went by quickly and painlessly. First up I had Math, with a teacher named Ms. Taylor. Being the new girl who started school in the middle of the school year, meant that she didn't have any books or sheets for me, so I ended up having to share with the chubby, red haired boy sitting next to me, named Quincin. Poor kid.
After that, English went by in a flash with Miss. Sanders, and then French, with Madame Louise. Finally lunch comes around, and I met up with Kayla and Heath before walking into the crowded lunch room. I'm serious, I swear on anything that the whole school was there.
That's what makes what happened next like a living nightmare.
After we collected our food, we went and sat at one of the tables. Suddenly my eye caught on someone, standing at the back of the room with piercing eyes, looking straight at me. He was wearing a black robe that covered his pale skin, and most of his frightening face. He stalked over to where we were sitting. Who the hell did this guy think he was?! He can't just walk up to a bunch of high school kids at school!
Immediately all conversation in the lunch room cut off, and I found the whole school staring at me, the new kid. The man lifted a finger and pointed it straight at me. I dropped the sandwich that was in my hand and tried hard to swallow the rest of down that was already in my mouth. What did he want?
"Misty Harrington, night has chosen thee; thy death will be their birth. Night calls to thee; Hearken to her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night!" He said calmly, and suddenly pain erupted in my forehead, and the mysterious man was gone as quickly as he had come.
It was silent in the lunch room, everyone's faces turned to me. Josh was staring at me, horrified, and I noticed Kayla's gawking face opposite me. Heath just looked amused, and I suddenly heard a distant voice at the back of the cafeteria, talking about me.
"Yep, you sure choose great friends, Kayla." Kayla turned her face to glare daggers to the girl, and the speaker quickly sunk away into the crowd.
"W-what happened?" I asked nervously. To my surprise, Heath was the one who answered.
"You've been marked by the tracker." He stated simply, as if it should be obvious.
"W-w-what? What does that mean?"
Everyone's eyes widened, and I knew I was missing something important. My thinking was interrupted by a gurgling cough and I suddenly realized it was coming from me.
"We need to get you to the House of Night." Heath said softly before getting up, pulling me to my feet and leading me out of the school into the car park.
I wasn't aware I was crying until my voice caught. "What's going to happen? Why does my head hurt?" I sobbed onto Heath's leather seat in his grey car.
Suddenly Heath launched into an explanation, about Vampyres and stuff like that.
When he had finished, he sat there, waiting for a response. Which I had no idea how to give.