Becoming Immortal

Chapter 1

"Nicole, are you coming or not? Because we're already late as it is." Danni, my best friend, called from the inside of her convertable. It was the first day back at school and even though it hardly even took ten minutes to step into some jeans, a hoodie, scrape my hair into a pony-tail and plug my headphones into my ears I still ended up being late every day.

"Yeah, just hold on a sec," I said, looking in the mirror. Even though I barely cared what I looked like, I couldn't help myself stopping and looking at what I had become. Before, I used to let my curly black hair bounce just shy of my shoulders and I used to dress in black jeggings and designer dress tops. I lived with my Mom and my Dad in this huge house in the city and I drove myself to school. Although by the time I turned sixteen, I completely changed. And I don't know why. It was like, as soon as I moved into the apartment Mom and Dad got me for my birthday, I suddenly became a different person. I stopped dressing the way I did and suddenly started looking like a pain-stricken vampire. I'm not goth, not emo, I just dress like this and listen to some awesome bands. Well, most people don't consider screamo and metal awesome, but I do. I think.

"So, what happened over the holidays? What did I miss?" Whitney asked. She was also my best friend, although she was more like my twin sister. Danni dressed like a Barbie, and as a matter of fact, I don't actually know why I hang out with her.

"N-Nothing..." I stammered. Well, as far as I was concerned nothing had happened, but I knew as soon as I told her me and Josh were over she would literally crap herself. Well, not really but you know what I mean.

"Oh, well that's a shame, because I had a wonderful time in Disney Land." she said sarcastically. "But I mean, I'm glad I didn't miss out on anything good."

I gave her a slight smile and turned my iPod up, while Danni texted constantly.

"...What about you, Barbie? What happened with you over the hols?" Whitney asked. Danni just shrugged. "Aww, come on, nothing's happened over the vacation? I mean, you never miss anything, Danni. You're always getting texts from people you barely know telling you that so-and-so has just decided to go emo or whatever, and some guy is hosting this huge party at this awesome night-club. Honestly, nothing?"

"Sssh! Texting!" Danni hissed. I swear, if anyone ever had a thumb-war against Danni, they'd have to spend the rest of the day in A&E with a broken thumb.

"...Whatever," Whitney sighed, jumping off of the table she was sat on. "I'll just tell you about my time in Disney Land."

"I thought you said nothing happened?" I asked.

"I did, but I can still tell you all the crap details like what film I watched on the plane, blah blah... blah blah...." she began. I immediately turned up my music to full. It was obvious I wasn't listening, but Whitney kept talking. It wasn't as if she couldn't hear Slipknot playing - In fact, I think everyone near us could - but she was an orphan and didn't have many people to talk to besides us. I felt a bit bad when I realised that, but it didn't make me turn my iPod down. She lived with her Foster-Mum, Natalie, and Natalie mostly adopted little tots. In fact, Whitney was the only over-5 in Natalie's house besides Natalie herself. It was kind of an emergancy that Whitney got fostered, because she was kind of in a suicidal-state when her parents died and the place she lived in while she had no foster-family had too many other kids to notice that she had often slit her wrists. Lovely, I know. So when Whitney had to talk, we were the ones who had to suffer.

Suddenly, Mr. Barnes walked past and stopped right infront of us. Mr. Barnes is our hopelessly confused tutor. He's about 20, and god knows why he's working in our school. God knows why he got the job here. Although I don't know why I'm saying God knows. Unlike most Americans, I'm Pagan. That means that you think the world just grew, along with all the other planets and stuff. I mean, if God is real and if he did create the world, who created him? He couldn't just be there. Anyway, Mr. Barnes glanced at his watch and saw that it was already half eight. That was the time first lesson started.

"W-What are you still doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class?" He stammered. I looked at Whitney, she looked at me, and Danni looked at her phone.

"Well...? Are you gonna go to lesson or not?" Mr. Barnes continued.

"This is our lesson, Sir," Danni lied, putting her phone in her purse and standing up. "You see, this is a Science test. To see how long you can stay here doing completely nothing until you become so mind-numbingly bored you go crazy and end up in a Nuthouse."

"Yeah, like he's gonna believe that load of bull," Whitney whispered. "Way-to-go, Barbie." Mr. Barnes looked around nervously, looked as if he was going to say something and then suddenly walked away quickly.

"Point-one to Danni!" Danni exclaimed as me and Whitney laughed hysterically as we realised someone had stapled a sign saying 'Don't Touch Me - You'll Be the First' on his back.