A/N: No PoO characters. HA. Please read. I'm Korean. Don't judge. Okay? I might not be able to upload much. I'm just going to see you guys reaction and if you guys don't like it, I'll just stop with a broken heart. Just please like it.

Alana

That day I cried.

I saw my mom packing when Dad was out of the house.

"Mommy, what are you doing?" I asked.

My mother looked up with glassy eyes. "Honey, I'm so sorry. I have to leave."

"Why?!" I cried.

"You'll find out soon. Okay? Promise me you will stay strong and happy." She cupped my chin and kissed my forehead gently. "I love you no matter what. I give you my blessing."

"Don't go!" I cried once more.

"I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry," tears were running incessantly down her ivory cheeks. "Honey, you'll find out soon. Okay? I love you." She cried.

The next thing I know is that I'm passed out in bed, without Mom. I cry and cry. When dad arrived, he looked sad, but definitely not surprised. I didn't understand.

I don't think I ever will.

….o0O0o….

That time, I was three. Now, thirteen years have passed and I still tear up at the memory of my mom's traumatic disappearance. Diana Roswood. That was her name. I'm Alana Roswood. The best memory of my mom is her smiling at me saying, "Whatever anyone says, you're the most special child in this world. Always remember that." She had flowing, ebony hair that framed her iridescent features and eyes the color of the silver autumn moon. Her average attire consisted of silver shirts, jet-black leggings and silver-hooped earrings. Mother wasn't home much, but whenever she did come, she would carry me to the mystifying forest and… this part does not make sense: when she whistled, huge white wolves and a deer with golden antlers came out. Then came their masters, a dozen or so girls with one of them had a silver tiara on her head. The girl with the tiara would laugh and try placing it on my head. It would always slip and everybody laughed clear and happily. Weird memories, but pleasant. I always thought they were dreams. I had no idea how wrong I was.

….o0O0o….

"Alana! Come and eat breakfast, your going to be late!" My dad, John Roswood, shouts.

I groan and tumble out of bed with the blanket still wrapped around me. I don't move.

"Alana Diane Roswood, you'd better come here right now!" He shouts.

I really have to go now, or he'll come with the ice. I shudder at the thought and I jump down the dozen stairs. Dad is waiting for me downstairs and clucks at me disappointedly.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not jump down the-" He starts.

"I love you daddy!" I squeal to stop from ranting on about jumping down the stairs, of getting hurt and blah blah blah. I fling my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. He blinks and chuckles and I run for my breakfast: pancakes with chocolate syrup and milk. It's my turn to blink. It's the breakfast mother made for me in the weekends. I blink the tears away and sit down and stare at the plate. Dad looks at me strangely and I hesitantly take a bite. I scarf the rest down and race upstairs to wash and change. I stand in the bathroom and I look at the reflection. I have auburn hair that comes the the middle of my waist. I got grey eyes and I've got a long nose and thin lips with light shade of red. I have pale skin and I'm tall with athletic figure. I look almost nothing like dad. Dad has muscular body and has a dark skin. He has military cut hair and his hair is blonde. He has identical grey eyes like me. He's tall like mom.

I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth. I slip out of my pajamas and I throw on a silver tank top and black jeans. I grab my school bag and lace my grey converse.

"See you later dad!" I shout and I run out.

I run to school, 'Academy for Talented Youth'(yeah, I'm talented) and I walk to my locker. Good, I still got ten minutes until form starts. I take out my sketch book and I sketch a maiden with a bow shooting towards the moon. When I finish, I realize that I drew mom. Because of good memories, I draw some wolves and a deer with huge antlers around mom. I smile, pleased with my work and I put it away. I walk towards my form class and I wait until the classroom door opens.

The school door bangs open and I see a gaggle of girls with thick makeup, curled hair, overdose of makeup, wearing totally inappropriate clothes for school, clacking in with their meter-high high heels. I roll my eyes when I see them and I gag from their perfume. They are what boys would call 'hot', but to my eyes, they're just a bunch of idiots.

I wait for two of my best friends to come–Zia and Zoe. They are twins, but I can always tell them apart; they both have golden brown eyes, blonde hair and they are athletic like me.

I double check my schedule and my bag. English, check. Math, check. History, check. Music, check. Greek, check. PE, check. Then suddenly a pair of hands cover my eyes. I panic and flip the person over. I pant and I see a face with a crazy grin on. It's Zoe. I sigh.

"Zoe, how many times did I tell you not to do that?" I sigh and help her up.

"Maybe once." She replies.

"Maybe twice." Zia chants.

"Or maybe everyday!" They say at the same time. I laugh with them. The form room door opens and we walk in joking with each other.

"Everybody quiet please!" The teacher shouts, but it's no use. I put two fingers in my lips and the twins block their ears. I blow hard and everyone quietens. Everyone glares at me and I glare back. They shrink away to their seats. I smile sweetly and plop down at the back row.

"Thank you, Alana." The teacher sighs.

"No problemo, Ms. Mcgowen." I chirp.

Everyone laughs and I grin. Another start of a good day. A good new school day. Ms. Mcgowen drones on and I sit back and relax. The bell rings and me and the twins rush to the english classroom as we shove each other.

Mr. Terra quiets everyone without needing my help.

"This term project will be about 'Mid summer's night dream'." Everybody groans, but I'm secretly excited because there are lots of scenes involving the moon. For some reason, I like the moon and the night. I can actually make the night's weather as calm as I want. Though, I think it's just a coincidence.

"Emily with John." Mr. Terra says. The two people look at each other and blush. Mr. Terra continues down the list.

"Alana with…Jackson." Now, I groan. He's is one of the most annoying boy I've ever met. He uses annoying sarcasm and he is one of the really annoying flirts in the school. I roll my eyes when the boys whistle at Jackson and Jackson himself goes red. Zoe and Zia stifle their laughter. I'm annoyed at Mr. Terra.

"I want you guys to make a presentation of the section I give you. Sit with your partners, please." Mr. Devil Terra says. I put my feet on the table to prove that I'm not moving. So Jackson comes to my table.

"Um…hi?" He squeaks.

"Really? Hi? That was a complete irrelevant sentence ever. Anyways, how are we going to present this?" I say really fast.

"I was thinking maybe a video, trailer or a powerpoint." He suggest.

"Video" I say immediately.

"Okay, but what's our part?" He asked.

"Wait…the 'lover's problem they encounter'." I say, holding the paper up. I make a face. "Ewwww…"

The hour flew as we discuss what parts to put in.

"See you later!" Jackson shouts.

"Unlikely." I mutter.