The lights lowered their glow onto me, as I walk onto the stage. The audience, once loud and proud, now a silent as a sudden 'hush' falls softly throughout the crowd. I turned to face the silent crowd, tightly clutching the microphone in between my shaking fingers. The lights dimmed down, as the kick drum began to find it's beat, the bass started to fill the room with its low notes. I could feel the rhythm seep into my mind and heart, I took a breath and began to sing, " I remember what you wore on that first day,
You came into my life And I thought hey You know this could be something, " I took a deep breath as I did this, a small silvery-white feather floated down into my sight. It ever so gently, brushed my finger tips as I extended my hand to it. Thats when I heard silky, smooth voice come from behind me.
"'Cause everything you do and words you say You know that it all takes my breath away And now I'm left with nothing. " I turned around and saw the black silhouette of a person. Before I could see their face, a swirl of wind, lights and feathers clouded my vision, only to be awaken by the screech of my alarm clock.

I had only attended Sweet Amoris High for a few short months. That was long enough for everyone to judge the new girl and scatter. That was also long enough for me to know who was who. Nathaniel, the first person I met and also student council president, blonde haired and gold eyed, he was nice, even showed me around the school, but after a week I didn t hear from him too often. Castiel, a red headed boy whose attitude matched his dyed locks, definitely wanted nothing to do with the boring new girl. Amber, a blonde brat and Nathaniel s twin sister, was as spoiled and mean as they came. Especially after her Don t touch Castiel or Nathaniel speech, something about Castiel being her future boyfriend, Ha. I hadn t been here that long and even I knew that wasn t going to happen. I had spoke to him once, to ask directions to the gymnasium, there was literally a zero percentile of that on his mind. He was more interested in if I had a lighter for him. Interestingly enough, I had matches on me.

Now, don t get me wrong, I don t interact with them because of her threat . One, I try to fly under the radar and confrontation with a blonde wad of gum is definitely one-way to get noticed. Two, there was no need for me to interact with them again. Ken, a boy with glasses and short brown hair, disappeared after only a few months of enduring Amber s Bullying , I wonder how he s doing. There s one other person that I almost forgot.

Lysander was Castiel s best friend, he was usually quiet, reserved and his wandering mind gave him the, quite frequent, ability to forget things. His notebook in particular, he s always writing in the notebook. I ve wondered what he s written on the tattered pages of the notebook. His notebook always found itself missing, and somehow, I always end up finding it. No matter if he asked me to help or not. Maybe I'm just a notebook magnet, hehe. But, alas, out of all people I had met, he was the one who I had spoken with the most, but our conversations only consisted of "Have you seen my notebook?" and my usual response of yes or no. with the following "Found it" and "Thank you." I remember walking down the hallway with it tucked under my arm and realizing that I may just be his errand girl. That was until I couldn't find my sketchbook and Lysander was the one who had found it.
This peaked my interest, as our regular conversation had changed, "You left this in math." he informed me, I had not taken the sketchbook out of my backpack. I took the doodle-covered sketchbook from his gentle hands, "It must have fallen out when you took out your textbook." he suggested, "Maybe. Thank you for returning it," I smiled at him, "Your a good artist." he added, "You looked in it?" I asked curiously, it wasn't like him to look through someone else's item. "My apologies, it fell open and it caught my eye." he looked down, "No need to be sorry, I don't mind." I told him, not wanting to make him feel bad, "No harm, no foul. Was there one in particular that you were fond of?" "Yes there was, actually." he said, looking through the pages, "This one." he pointed to. It was a drawing of a sphere wrapped in angel wings. "Where did you see this?" he asked, his amber and jade eyes were burning with wonder.

This happened to be one of my favorites. "I saw it in a dream," I sighed, remembering the blissful dream. "Will you tell me about this dream?" he asked, "Sure, if you'd like to hear it." I smiled, he took my hand and lead me to the courtyard, where we sat under a beautiful cherry tree. I leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes, I wanted to recall as much of the dream as I could remember.

~Angel of Jaded Harmony~ The Dream "I was standing in a field of soft, green grass and white daisies, the wind was gently blowing, the sky was blue and calming. I breathed in the sunshine, then a soft voice called to me, "Over here, just reach out your hand and you'll find me." it said, when I reached out my hand, someone else's took ahold of my own." I told him, he handed me and pencil and paper, "Sketch who you see." he said gently, I nodded and began to sketch while I continued telling him the dream, "He disappeared and in my hand was the emblem of the wings, and before I woke up I heard 'Don't worry, I will find you.' then a feather touched my forehead. And I woke up." I finished, my heart felt sad and hopeful then I looked at Lysander, "Thank you for listening." "No, thank you for sharing with me." he said a soft smile was on his face, his eyes were filled with an unexplainable content. I handed the sketch to him, and he stood with his hand extended to me.

I took his hand, and he helped me up, "Let me know if you have anymore of these dreams." he requested, ever so kindly, "I will, its nice having someone listen." I told him, "Will you do the same? I love drawing beautiful dreams." I showed him a sketch of a handsome male angel writing something with one of the beautiful feathers from his silvery-white wings. Lysander examined the sketch, "Marvelous, I will definitely share my dreams with you, Miss..." he trailed off, "I apologize, I don't recall asking for your name." "Luna." I replied, "Thats mean, I know your name." I poked him teasingly, I was used to being asked for my name. He gave me a beautifully genuine smile, "Shall I see you tomorrow?" he asked, "Of course." I answered, "Until then, my good sir." I curtseyed and turned to leave, making a mental note to draw that smile of his for my private collection.

Halfway home, I had begun to let my mind wander a bit. My thoughts had led me to think about Lysander. Lysander kind of looks like the angel in the picture, I had thought, Maybe thats why he dresses like that, he could definitely pull it off, he is handsome enough . I shook my head to clear my thoughts. How could I think of that about someone I barely know?
~End of Chapter one~