Prologue: Beginnings

She yells as she pushes the mysterious, tall male away from her, stumbling backwards as if he did the pushing.

'Weak. . .so weak.' She thinks as she losses her balance and lands against the wall on her rear. She sits shivering from fear, not looking up until a large, pale hand appears in her line of vision. She gasps, eyes widening as she finally looks up at the mysterious, tall male.

'His face', she thinks as she tries to osmosis herself through the wall, 'I can't see his face. . .it's. . .it's blocked out!' She turns her head to the side and closes her eyes tighty trying to block out everything that was happening.

"Khalil, please?" He asks with much sorrow in his voice.

Grabbing her chin and turning it towards him he says, "Look at me. . .please?"

"No," she shouts at the top of her lungs, pushing his hand away with all her might leaving her breathless, "What are you!" Tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

'Why am I crying?'

'Because. . .you love him.' Ghosts through her head a split second later.

The mysterious, tall male eyes begin to glow a dark blue. She screams and tries to run away but he traps her further and both her hands balled into fist are pulled into his chest.

"Please. . .let me go," she whimpers, "I don't understand. I don't understand." She repeats over and over eyes still tightly closed.

Her eyes open slowly in surprise as she feels soft lips on her tensed fist. She looks up and sees that the block on his face has lifted.

'Beautiful.' She thinks as stray tears escape the comfort of her tear ducts.

"Gomenasai." He whispers as he raises his head.

'Japanese?'

Two long fingers reach out to pull her eye lids down. "For what?" She whispers mesmorized.

"For lov. . .GOT ME LIKE OH MY GOD I'M SO IN LOVE! I'VE FOUND YOU FINALLY YOU MAKE ME WANNA SAY O O OOO O O. . ."

"Huh." Her face scrunches up in confusion. She opens her eyes only to see her bedroom ceiling covered in glow in the dark stars.

Khalil Dawson layed that way until her cell phone alarm ringtone stopped playing.

"What a cool dream. " She mumbled as mysterious boy's face faded from her mind.

"Maybe I should have wrote that down." She sat up and scratched her head.

She grabbed her phone to check the time. 6:15 glowed back at her. She growled as she thought about going back to that hell-hole they called a school after two weeks of a a fabulous winter break (even if all she did was laze around and watch five dollar movies with friends).

"Well, at least I only have fivemore months of this left." Didn't excite her in the least. Her bones popped as she walked towards her body length mirror. A girl with chocolate skin and black and dark purple highlighted hair that reached the middle of her back stared back at her. She looked at herself from head to toe and sighed. Not that she had a problem with herself. . .wholly. She loved her body! It was the average african american female body type, well, minus the big bubble booty. She just wished she was more attractive facially. . .or whatever. She viewed herself as average with full lips, large, almond, dark brown eyes, slighty discolored smooth skin, and a broad nose.

She closed her eyes and murmed, "Whatever" before she walked away. Picking up the things she needed for her shower.

"Time to get ready for this hell hole."

THANKS FOR READING!

Sorry it wasn't longer or more interesting but I promise to bring that in the future. This is my first time trying to write and COMPLETE a multi-chaptered story so bear with me. If anyone likes what they read and would like to help out with the story, please contact me. Yhu, that is you in ghetto text talk, can e-mail me at . I could really use another mind on this story. thnks.