APOV

Darkness surrounded me as I ran down the forest path. I came to a graceful dead halt. The bright light up ahead was slowly fading. The wind blew and then the light was gone. Just like a candle blown out. Snap! I turned slowly to face this handsome stranger that I couldn't ever see except in my dreams.

I bolted up in bed. It was just another dream. I never even meet the stranger yet I knew I was his and he was mine. That we belonged together no matter what. Seeing my soulmate was amazing bliss, yet only seeing his face. One thing I always remember, that sends shivers of pleasure down my spine. His eyes. Butterscotch and a river of gold flowing behind his dark past. I looked at my alarm clock and saw six in the morning. Time for my first day at high school.

I had never been to a regular high school, considering I have been in an asylum since my first vision when I was seven. But that was ten years ago. I am now seventeen at a whopping ninety-seven pounds and at the hight of four feet eleven and three quarter inches. I have black hair that spikes out in a stylish kind of way. My light crystal blue eyes, flashing green every time I get a vision. I rolled out of bed and danced in to my closet. I picked out my dark skinny jeans, a blue Gucci blouse and a gray cardigan. I added black ballet flats to compliment the rest of the outfit.

"Mary Alice Brandon. Get down here now." yelled my father. I quickly grabbed my school bags and made a mad dash down stairs. I skidded to a stop around the corner and walked to face my father.

"Mary, I want you to drive your sister to school for this year. If you don't it's back in the asylum for good." he threatened.

"Yes sir." I said. One thing I was sure of was that my father hated me. He was raised a good christian man and very faithful. He liked me until I was seven. He said that only good christian people could please the lord. The he must have done something wrong to displease god to have him curse his family with this demon spawn. I walked back up stairs.

"Cynthia, get up we're going to be late." I said shaking her shoulders. She rolled out of bed and walked into her closet door. Then into her closet. I left her alone to get dressed. Ten minutes later we were speeding down the road at one hundred miles per hour. Cynthia was holding on for dear life with and expression on her face the clearly said help I am riding with a maniac. I slammed on the brakes and listened to my baby screech to a stop. I parked next to a silver Volvo and got out. Cynthia got out, shaking and trembling. Next to us five people got out of the Volvo. Three brunettes and two blondes. The blonde boy had the same floppy hair as the stranger in my dream. The five all looked over with gold eyes. Gold eyes! They then turned and walked away. I looked around. No one else was around. I ran up behind my stranger.

"You've kept me waiting" I said. My stranger turned around. I gasped.