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I was surrounded in darkness, the air was still and stale. I could feel the coolness made my body shiver as I looked around the area. Where was I? How did I get here? I asked as I looked around slowly. It was then I noticed a light on my left with out thinking I moved towards the light slowly at first, but picked up speed as the light seemed to move further away from me. "No" I cried as I rushed towards it wishing to feel the light on my skin.

It was as I moved that I noticed a figure standing off to the side. I stopped and turned to ask him for help. The words seemed to tumble from my mouth and a plea. I was never afraid of the dark, but at this moment it was the most terrifying thing I had ever known. The figure that seemed to be covered in the darkness, smiled. His teeth gleamed and then the smile turned wicked. I ripped my eyes from his mouth and that was when I noticed his eyes.

Is eyes were a color, I had never seen. They were a gold honey color and they were tinged with blood red. Stumbling back as he moved towards me, the wicked smile still on his face. It was then that his musical voice spoke to me.

"Don't worry." He said.

"No!" I cried as I continued to back away, it was then I tripped and fell backwards to the ground. At the moment of weakness the figure descended on me. I screamed again, throwing my hands up as if they would protect me from the figure.

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The screaming was what woke me up, I sat up quickly looked around my room that was feeling with the light of the early morning. I shook my head muttering it was only a dream. I sat there a moment, letting the fog of sleep clear my mind as I looked at the boxes that scattered my room. I was not looking forward to unpacking the boxes. Moving from my bed, I looked towards the window. It looked like rain, wonderful. I thought just how I wanted to spend my first day of my Senior year in high school. I moved out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom.

My mind going back to my friends across the country. Senior year was suppose to be the best year of High School. My friends and I had plans for the year and it looked like they were never going to be. My father got a new job and the whole family had to move. I tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle. My younger brother Liam was very excited he was going to be starting Junior High and excited to see what it would bring him.

I knew I had awoke to early and though I was still tired I did not feel like I could sleep. So I stood in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I was pretty, I guess. My eyes were a clear blue, though they looked a little dull in the light. My hair was a tangled mess of auburn red locks, that fell below my shoulders. I always loved having long hair, but it was a pain. My skin was decorated with a few freckles that seemed stand out more as my skin looked paler then usual. It was the Irish in me.

I splashed water on my face and then moved around the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. I had time so I was thinking about tackling one of the boxes. I was looking for my favorite sweater and I was hoping I could find it. The shower relaxed me, the hot water seemed to burn my flesh, but I did not mind. I dressed in a pair of blue jeans. They were plain and hung on my body. My shirt was a tank top of black which I was hoping with be covered with the light sweater I was searching for. Brushing out my hair I tossed it up in a ponytail and moved back into my room quietly. The house was still sound asleep.

I looked around the small room, that was to be mine for at least one year of my life. The walls were a soft blue color and my mother hung white lace curtains up. I shook my head at the sight of the bare walls. I could not wait to hang up the posters and the photos of my friends. I moved over to one of the boxes at random and opened it. Inside I smiled and pulled out my favorite book. It was old and tattered since my mother used to read it to me when I was younger. I laughed a little and placed it on the bookshelf next to my desk. I thought about asking my father to set the computer for me. I had promised my best friend, Parker I would email him. We had known one another since we were in diapers and it had been in school together for as long as I remembered, it was going to be hard not seeing him everyday in school. I continued putting things away for the next hour getting thought at least two boxes, which where journals and books mostly and a few photos. I had given up the look for the sweater and ended up grabbing a button up the hung open. It was a dark blue color and had no design. It was simple like me.

I moved down the stairs and looked in the kitchen to see my parents there. My mother (Ciara)standing by the toaster waiting impatiently for the toast to come up. Her hair was short and blonde, she liked it that way in her mind if was easier to handle and she liked the easy dry and brush. No fuss, no muss. That was my mother, she like organization and was the head the family. She wore a pair of simple jeans and a t-shirt. It seemed she was going to spend the day getting the house unpacked. Though that was hard to tell since she worked from home. My mother illustrated children books, she was never good at writing them, but she was an amazing artist, I skill from her I did not pick up. I could not draw my way out of a paper bag, though I had mastered the art of the 3-D box. She had fair skin which is where I seemed to get it and my frame. We were both tall and lanky, it seemed to work for her more then it did me.

"Hey Mom, Hey Dad!" I greeted cheerfully.

My father's (Bradan) cool blue eyes peered at me from above the news paper suspiciously. I was usually cranky and a mess in the morning. So, this was usual. He mumbled a greeting and then closed his paper as I moved to gather the things for a bowl of cereal and then slipped into the chair next to him. He was not a morning person either. His hair was a salt and pepper I was the only one with the auburn hair and I often stood out with them. It always made me feel a little awkward. I noticed the wrinkles by his eyes and the glasses on face, sliding down his nose. He was dressed in a suit, going off for his first day or work. He was going to be the principle of the Elementary School. I smiled inwardly thanking the heavens that he was not going to be my principle that would be mortifying.

I had just finished my cereal when the devil himself entered the room. My brother Liam, a few inches taller then me, danced in like he did not have a care in the world. His dark hair was longer then normal, he was in need of hair cut. His eyes the same color as mine peered around the kitchen as a devilish smile danced across his lips. I shook my head, moving to the sink quickly hoping to get out of the house before I was asked to give him a ride. I cursed under my breath, because I had not been fast enough.

"Bryna, can you drive Liam to school?" My mother asked.

"Sure" I muttered moving out into the living room and grabbed my things and a jacket. Liam followed after me and grabbed his things. The air was colder then I though it should be for early September. We walked down the driveway to my baby. It was a 2005 Toyota Camry LE, my mother had given it to me when I got my license. She ended up getting a Toyota Hybrid. She had decided to her part and saving the environment. The car was considered a strange brown color and seemed to be in good condition except for the dent in the bumper when I backed into our old mail box, my first and only accident. The only true thing that sucked about this car was the fact I could never seem to get it to go as fast as I wanted to go. I had need for speed and three tickets to back up that theory. Slipping into the driver seat I looked at my brother who was yammering on about something that I was not paying attention too.

"Bryna, are you listening to me?" He said getting my attention.

"Yes, sorry What?" I said mildly annoyed at him as I buckled up.

"I asked if you were excited?" He said giving me a look.

"Not really." I told him as I backed out of the driveway and headed down the road towards his school. I reached over and fiddled with the radio, trying to see if there was a radio station that came in. I found one and of course it was some folk station playing music I had never heard. I laughed and listened to it, ignoring Liam once again. I was a little mean to him, but I was his older sister and it was kind of in the job description so I did not really mind much when he got out of the car and slammed the door. I made sure he made it inside the building, before I myself drove off and headed towards the High School.

This was the beginning of an adventure I did not sign up for.