A/N Hey, I'm making this like the next generation of Luce and Daniel and so… Please don't hate me and please review. This is my first Fallen Story and I would love some feed back. Thanks.

Luce POV

I stared into the mirror. I hate myself. I'm so . . . Ugly. I can't see how guys could have wanted to be my boyfriend and ever wanted to make out with me in my life. I'm so skinny, and I can't put on weight.
It's so hard to get fat when you're always jumpy and full of life . . . Well, I used to be. I'm so dark now. I'm like . . . Lifeless. Everything about me wasn't normal. Shadows come around now and then but mainly to take away a life from me. I've lost my whole family except my mum and dad. It's scary.

I brushed my long black hair into a pony tail like normal, put on really dark make-up and made sure that nothing was showing. I wore skinny dark grey jeans, a white shirt with a girl and Spanish words on it and my leather jacket. I've got nothing else to wear nowadays since I hate all the bright colours.

I literally ran out my house and started my bike; revving it up and onto the road. I rode to school in the cold, toasty warm. My boots were heavy and lifted me down, which made me want to go further. My fringe kept coming in front of my eye sight. It's annoying because my side fringe is long and thin.

I walked to my locker, took my jacket off and made sure I was cold. My face was still quite sticky from the lemons juice I applied on yesterday to make my skin paler. My arms and legs were covered with goose bumps. It was freezing in the school.

I threw my jacket in my bag and got my books from my locker from my lesson. History.

I groaned and slammed my locker door shut. I walked up two flights of stars and sat outside of my class. Time went by quickly. About ten to fifteen minutes after lesson started, I decided to go into class.

Two eyes fell on me. Other students knew me well enough to turn up twenty minutes late for each class. My teacher –Mr Cole– Hated me and my personality.

"Hey, Marcus." I called Mr Cole. I didn't actually know his name but I liked the name Marcus when I first meet him, and it stuck to him.

"It's 'Mr Cole' Miss Pearce. Now, we're having a test so get working." Mr Cole gave me the test. I got out my matches and started to light fires instead of doing my test about WWII. "Luce." Mr Cole said not looking at me. "Put the matches back in your bag and put your jacket on or I'll send you down to Student Services and they will call your parents and tell them what's happening at school. And believe me; you don't want that to happen."

"Why wouldn't I want that?" I asked lighting another match. Mr Cole rose from his desk, laid his hands on my desk and snatched my matches away from my gasp. Then he took my bag, threw my jacket at me and found my dagger. "I better get that back at the end of the lesson." I warned Mr Cole.

Mr Cole smiled. "Maybe at the end of the month," Mr Cole smiled and went back to his desk. "Now, do the test and the month may go quick."

I quickly randomly answered the questions and gave it to Mr Cole. "Done." Mr Cole took the test, marked it and gave me two more sheets.

"Do it probably." I leaned down and answered the questions correctly and quickly. "Thank you."

"My knife." I said raising one of my eye brows. "Now."

"At the end of the month." Mr Cole smile. I went into my bag and took out my other dagger and pinned it into his desk. "Thank you. Now go away."

""I liked it when I didn't know you."

"We all did." The bell rang and I quickly walked out of the class, cursing Mr Cole in my head.

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