I was running. But I didn't know what from. Just away. Faster, faster I went as the world around me flew by in a sea of colors. Wind whistled in my ears as my feet hit the hard pavement of the road I was fleeing. But what was I running from? I didn't even know myself, but I knew I had to keep running. My lungs were desperate for air and my feet were screaming in pain. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop myself from running, and now I was scared. The world flew by faster. I was gaining speed. My thighs were burning from the uphill climb. I was climbing a mountain. A mountain that was covered in hard cement. Why was there is mountain covered in cement? I tried to channel my limbs, but it seemed my brain had been taken over; blocking the electrical currents from my brain to my muscles so I had to keep running. A scream awoke in my chest and I was awake.

"Dude! What's your problem?!"

A voice I heard so many times before in the same ticked off tone sounded from the opposite side of the large wall between my bed and my twin brother's room.

"Sorry." I yelled, not apologetically.

"Jeez…"

I got up from my four-poster bed and pulled the chiffon curtains away as I stepped down and slipped on my silk sky blue slippers. I pulled on the matching robe that came up to my knees and walked to my brother's room. I leaned on the open door of his room with my arms crossed. He was standing in his attached master bathroom combing through his messy blonde-highlighted hair with a red tooth-comb brush.

"Did I mess up your hair again, Adonis?"

"Oh shut up, Agailia! And I wouldn't talk…"

I looked over to my waist-length hazelnut colored hair. It was a complete mess. I had pulled it in a messy pony-tail the night before bed, but this looked like a bird's nest. I gave him one last death stare and walked back into my room shutting the door probably louder then I should have. Men.

After brushing through my pin-straight hair a few times and tying it in a tight braid, I brushed my teeth and walked out back into my room. Like Adonis, we both had a master bathroom attached to our very large bedrooms. I trudged to the other end of the room to get to my antique dresser and find suitable clothes to wear for the day. Loud music began blasting from the other side of the wall. Adonis has always been an early riser and the loud music was just signaling that his hair was done and he was ready to start jamming on his guitar. Just a typical day in the Wood household.

I found a pair of denim blue-jeans, a dark blue camisole, and one of those white cardigan things that come down to mid-thigh and flow in the wind. I slipped on some black Converse, and after making my bed, flew out the door. The smell of hot pancakes and eggs hit me in the face as I raced down the large wooden staircase. I placed my purse/backpack at the bottom of the stairs and opened the door the lead into our very large kitchen.

"Hello, dear!" said my father with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Dad!" I smiled and took a stool to sit at the counter, where on the other side, my father was preparing breakfast.

Adonis walked through the door with a smug smile on his face and his cell phone in his hands.

"Yes!" he yelled with glee.

He was typing fast; his fingers moved along the keypad of the cell phone as fast a lightning and his smile was getting wider and wider with each word and *beep!* that emitted from his phone. He pulled up a stool next to me, never taking his eyes from the phone.

"Let me guess," I said to Adonis, "You're band got yet another gig at the coffee shop on Main Street?"

He finally looked up from his cell phone. He looked me right in the eyes, holding my stare my a few seconds before finally saying "Freak."

"Jerk." I replied.

"Guys…" said my father.

"Sorry." We both said in unison and without any expression like second grade kids saying the national anthem everyday at school.

Adonis's bright blue eyes looked down again to his cell phone; typed a few more letters and then slid it shut and stuffed it in his pant's pocket.

"So," said Adonis looking excited as ever, "What's for breakfast?"

My father laughed and his brown eyes shined like hot chocolate; if hot chocolate could shine.

"The usual, Ad."

That was my father's nickname for Adonis, but I preferred his full name. After finishing off our pancakes and eggs, Adonis and I grabbed our bags and headed out the front door to catch the bus. We always had perfect timing, so right as we walked out of the front door, the yellow school bus pulled to a stop in the front of the gates of our house. I reached in my pocket and pressed the little button on my keychain that made the gates open so we could get out. Adonis climbed on first and I waited so I could shut the gates again. Once they were closed, I climbed on after Adonis up the filthy, grimy stairs of the public school bus. I saw an open seat in the middle and sat down by the window. I plugged in the plastic iPod headphones in my ears and turned on my iPod Touch. It was on shuffle so the first song that popped up was Gravity by Sara Bareilles.

Something always brings me back to you,

It never takes to long.

No matter what I say or do,

I still feel you here,

Till the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch,

You keep me without chains.

I've never wanted anything so much,

Then to drown in your love,

And not feel your rain.

Just then, the bus doors opened again and in walked a tall boy that looked about fourteen or fifteen. He had dark brown hair, much like mine, and bright blue eyes like Adonis's. He was wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt under a black vest. All of the other seats seemed to be taken so he was forced to sit with me.

I tried to pay him no attention but as he sat down and turned to look at me he said "Hello."

I turned to look at him while pulling the headphones from my ears.

"Hello," I said. "Is this your first day?"

He smiled back at me with pearly-white teeth and a smile that would make an Italian super-model jealous.

"Yeah, it is. Do you like here? I mean, I haven't really talked to anyone who goes to Crescent High and I'd like to hear it from someone who goes there."

"Yeah, its okay I guess." I tried to match his smile but it was pretty much hopeless. It was like trying to compare the Sun to the Moon. Completely impossible.

"Oh, well that's good." He smiled again and then put his backpack on the floor by his feet.

"So," I asked trying to make conversation. "Where did you go before?"

"Oh," he seemed to take a little longer then really needed to answer a simple question like this. "I was home-schooled."

"Oh, well that's cool." I smiled again then looked down to my iPod. I wasn't the best person to keep up a conversation.

Once I looked back up we had stopped in front of the school. As I was shoving my iPod into my pocket, I felt as if someone who blowing on my hair. I looked up to see the guy who had never told me his name holding what looked like a scrunched up paper ball inches from my head.

"Umm… What is that?" was all I could think of to say.

"Oh, sorry, some rude blonde guy through this at your head."

I looked up to see my brother laughing with a few of his car-crazy friends.

"Oh, don't mind him, or them, they're just being themselves." I said and grabbed my bag ready to stand up.

The only problem was is that guy who had never told me his name, let's call him Dean for now, wasn't moving. He was just standing there, frozen, staring at something. He didn't look frightened, but more like he was concentrating really hard on something. Then just as he finally looked away and began to move out of the seat, it started pouring down rain. It had been a cloudless day and it was raining?

I grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled away as our hands touched. He electrocuted me. He electrocuted me? What, was this guy full of static shock or something?

"Umm..." I said feeling embarrassed now. I looked out the window and it was still storming madly. "How did you…" I realized how stupid this sounded. "Did you make it rain?"

His eyes seemed to double in size as shock spread over his face. It calmed just as quickly as it started and then the rain stopped abruptly.

"Dean" started laughing at me, but it seemed forced and worried. "Of course I didn't make it rain. Not even a meteorologist can make it rain." He smiled again. "By the way, my name is Aristotle, but you can call me Ares."

"Oh," I said smiling up at him. "Like the Greek God of war, right?"

Those eyes came and went again.

"Yeah, sure."

We walked out of the bus and into the cold winter day of January. The wind swept up my white cardigan-thing in the wind and my braid was throne to the opposite side it had been sitting on.

"Whoa," I said. "It's freezing!"

He laughed again.

"Yeah it is." But he didn't seem to be bothered by it all.

"So, what's your first class?" I asked him as he opened the door for me into the warm building.

"Hmm…" He pulled out a sheet of white paper that had been folded multiple times from his pocket and being to open it. "I have Biology first. Mr. Brooks?"

"Yep. That's my first class too. I'll show you the way." I smiled at him again.

Why did he keep making me smile? I guess he kind of reminded me of my father; personality wise at least.

As we walked through the school, it really felt like I had known this guy for my whole life. He opened the door again for me into our Biology class. He walked up to Mr. Brooks, who was a pretty young teacher and looked like he could be the older twin brother of Adonis: blonde hair and bright blue eyes, always texting, and a car obsessie.

I took my seat which was next to the window in the front and looked out at the street filled with cars of student getting dropped off. Then I saw it. We'll I'm not really sure what I saw; my mind could have been fooling me again. That wouldn't have been the first time. What I saw was a boy, about my age, carrying a sword. The sunlight sparkled off of it and it cast a rainbow on the sidewalk. He looked up and I guess saw my face looking through the window. His green eyes went from mine to his sword. My face must've been worried because he ran after that.

Aristotle sat down next to me.

"What were you looking at?" he asked me.

"Uhh… I think there is an axe-murderer on campus."