Alright People! I tried a story awhile back but was not dedicated to it and I even lost interest in it.. So yea.. I, no kid, thought of this at 2 am and immediately started typing. This is completely original and if you see anything from wherever it is pure coincidence. If you see any errors, please tell! R&R

Prologue.

I'm not your usual, abnormal, cliché, lonesome, high school outsider. At least those kids can name a friend and sometimes they have a bad grade. Me? Never had even a D. Ever. As far as friends go, my last one I had to flush down a toilet. I don't drink blood or turn hairy on a full moon. Instead, I stare at stars for my future. I can't explain it except by saying that they tell me things; mostly warnings. I am Stella Cecidit and have the weirdest last name in school. (Except for this kid named Stanley Watchabit)

Chapter 1

My story begins as being raised at an orphanage. Ms. Knawl, the head of Home for the Abandoned, claimed to have found me in the front yard swaddled in a silver cloth at the age of two. It looked as if a crater landed, but only me as evidence. This was 15 years ago. Since then I have been at eight homes, three that intended on a permanent adoption. Something always happened. Son trying moves, school complaining about "unnecessary behavior," or even "complications." I don't even understand. On the outside I've been told I look intimidating but only by my eyes. They don't glow… not that I know of anyway... but it'd be pretty cool. They are a serious looking gray with blue and silver streaks. My hair, silver blonde, but not the old lady silver blonde. I've grown my hair to my waist and have kept it as soft as possible. I pride myself in following the wives' tales of brushing your hair 100 times before you sleep. However, I still put my hair up; whether pinned, in a ponytail, or even a hat. Some days I compare myself to Snow White. "White as snow, lips as red as blood..." Both of us lacked a true family, but I have yet to find my prince charming.

"Miss Cecidit!" The class giggles at Mr. Conner saying my name. It sounds as though he is saying "She-she-bit."

"Lee Harvey Oswald, Mr. Conner." I answer clearly, unmoved from the class even as they immediately stop snickering. As I mentioned, I've never received even a D and I hope to keep that up. I'm so close to finishing high school I can almost taste the college campus air.

"Very good. Mr. Watchabit," again the class bursts in giggles and this time, whispers, "JFK was the blank president."

Again, I zone out. Iiiinnnggg! Saved by the bell! I picked up my already collected books and walked to gym. A kid from one of my previous foster homes, not from here, said that you usually don't take gym in junior year. Let alone in senior year. I suppose our school system just doesn't want obese kids. While changing, I caught a whispers that sound more elated than usual.

"…New boy…"

"….Cute…"

"…New York…"

"…Rich..."

".. Sunglasses…"

"…Gentleman…"

"…No zits…"

I chuckled at that last whisper and continued to lock my books in my locker. With my hair in a ponytail and socks out from under my feet, I walk to Coach Armstrong for further instructions. Walking outside the track proved to be a hard feat. At that second a girl discovered that the boys were outside too. In effect, there was an unwarned stampede to meet the new boy. After helping a girl up from falling, I again attempted to go outside. And again, I was stopped by running into a body. I know I'm pretty short, but this guy had to be 6'2 at least! I looked up to a devilish smirk and intrigued amber eyes. His features sculpted with smooth olive skin. Then I noticed his hand on my waist, probably meant to steady me, but I stepped back anyway and kept my face emotionless.

"Sorry 'bout that, madam." He said theatrically and bowed.

"No problem. Now if you'll excuse I need to go." Then tried walking around him to meet with Coach Armstrong and the girls, who were all glaring at me…

"Wait." His deep commanding voice somehow convinced me to turn around. "My name is Damon Cupiditas. May I know yours?"

"Stella Cecidit." His smirk is the last thing I saw before I turned around.

"I hope to see you in one of my classes, Stella Cecidit! I'm new here!" I waved him off while still walking away.

Damon Cupiditas, you are now ranked in the weirdest of last names. Welcome to Durango, Colorado. Home to Aliqua High. But glad to know one rumor is true. You really have no zits.

Hoped you liked the first chapter! I'm going to try to update at least weekly and depending on reactions maybe sooner.. so please review! I need criticism to be better and praise to keep moving along!

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