This was inspired by Skylark Evanson's Leah & Cale fanfiction, which is the story of Leafpool and Crowfeather's forbidden love in human life. A story that may reduce you to tears :'( Anyway, I've made some changes to the story and how the lurve* (*love) triangle comes, so yes. Now, I hope you enjoy Reflection! This is the chapter one of Midnight.

I came from a rich family, and attended a school for teens like me. It wasn't a huge school, though there were enough people to keep the tutors busy. Nowadays, we consumers lack the money needed to attend the Brinton S.C. Warriors' Academy.

In other words, it was a fancy boarding school. And I hated it.

Let me tell you a little bit about my family, my close friends and myself before I begin my story.

My name is Sylvia Fire. I guess my surname 'Fire' suits, because of my dark ginger hair. Just like my dad, Finlay Fire. My mom, Sandra (though she prefers Sandy) is also has ginger hair, though it's implied.

Lena, my twin sister, is who people call my opposite. She hasn't inherited Finlay's, nor Sandy's, hair colours. Somehow she managed to get a far more civil brown-blonde shade. Rather than vibrant green eyes (also like Finlay, Sandy and I), she's got an amber-brown, which glows softly, like the embers in a fire. She's small and has a petit frame. Also, unlike me, she gets perfect grades, and is quiet and attentive. I, on the other hand, do not possess the brain power that Lena does. Its not like I don't care, really! I'm just a B student, maybe a C here and there. But anyway. Am I quiet or attentive? Not in the least bit. I'm loud. I'm chatty. I'm too boisterous for my own good, as Sandy says. Not like I mean to be! I'm just… imperfect.

You would think that being chatty meant that you were always surrounded my other kids all day. Surrounded by friends. But nup. You've got the wrong idea. Or maybe you've got the right idea and it's just that there're, like, hardly any other people at school. Maybe.

So I stick around Sam. He's alright, really. Dark brown hair? Check. Dark brown eyes? Check. Imperfect like me? Check. But we're not as close as Lena and I are. Some sort of connection holds us together, I'm sure.

And then there's Ben. Benedict. The annoying guy who's a few grades above me.

Sheesh, talk about annoying. He thinks he's so great, I wish he could see himself… I think that I dislike ol' Ben the most. Really.

As in really, not 'really'. If that even makes sense.

I was sitting in the shade of a canopy of trees, just outside the dormitories. I was just sitting there, watching a butterfly skim across the surface of the grass.

It was Saturday morning. Not much was going on, except for the usual muted buzz of chatter as fellow boarders mingled around the ovals, exchanging gossip, reading, doing homework, or just sitting there. Like me.

But! Oh, was it too much to ask to be left alone for a little?

"Sylvia," somebody called from behind. I twisted my head reluctantly, catching the breeze in my hair as I did so. It was Darius, my tutor. Darius was known to be quite snappish, so I cringed slightly, scared for a moment that I'd forgotten to hand in an assignment. The last thing I needed was a lecture in front of the entire school. But Darius wasn't scowling. There a was twinge of amusement in his eyes as he walked over, Ben just behind him. I kept my eye from hardening, and slipped to my feet and sauntered over, cool as a cucumber, as some people may have called it.

"Yes…?" I drawled, blinking up at my tutor.

"I am sorry to tell you, Sylvie, but my wife–"

"Frances?" I butted in. "What happened to her?" I immediately clamped my mouth shut when Darius shot me a shut-up-and-I'll-tell-you look.

"Yes, Frances has just given birth, and I'm going to be spending time in hospital with her over the next few days. That okay with you?"

"Yeah…" I shot a sideways glance at Ben. He was in grade eleven, while I still resided in grade nine. Dark-haired and handsome, I couldn't help but admire his amber eyes that some girls would kill for, then I snapped out of it and glared at him.

"As you know Ben here is older than you–" duh. "–and he'll be supervising you for me while I'm away."

"And he'll be supervising me for you while you're–" I froze. My breath hitched in my throat.

No… No… NO! Not Benedict! Not him! How will I live? Murder me, Darius, pleeeease!

"You got it." Darius sounded mildly amused. I couldn't believe it. I stared incredulously at Ben, then back to my tutor. My skin crawled with goose bumps. My hair seemed to stand on end from the ponytail that I had pulled it up into. My eyes itched, as though I was about to start crying.

Hey, what's the big fuss for? Ben's a nice enough guy, say the other girls. He's so cute as well; I wish he were tutoring me.

Well, wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! He's so self-centered! Is there a person that you dislike so much that it hurts? Someone who you wish never came to your school or club or whatever? Someone who you wished would just go away? Well, that's how I felt.

"But!" I tried not to sound too childish for a fifteen year old. I needed an excuse. Anything. "Well, you see…" I tried to lie as I always did, but it didn't work. I stood there, my jaw unhinged, hanging open as I mentally struggled.

"Sylvie, if you ever want to graduate, you've got to stop being such a fusspot!" Darius snapped. "I'm so sorry that Asher's taken, okay?"

"What has Asher got to do with this?" I retorted, cheeks flaming. I hated how everybody made these assumptions. Asher, the handsome eleventh year, was everything that a typical Brinton-S.C.-Warriors'-Academy-girl could wish for. He was a brunette, which was a good sign. He had dark blue eyes. Another one. He was smart and fun, yet was deadly serious when it came to his duties all at the same time. And he was single. Which was more than I could say about a lot of the others. Excluding Ben, I was annoyed to say. Both he and Asher declined dating requests. And never handed them out on invitation either.

"I– no, we, know that you would love to have him supervise you." Darius's reply sent a wave of anger through me. Sometimes he was more a child than I was. Which made me even madder. I narrowed my eyes at him. My tutor continued. "Everyone does, don't they, Ben?" Ben shot a sideways glance at me. But he decided to remain silent. No one wanted to get in the middle of an argument between Darius and Sylvia, the two most hotheaded people in the academy. That's not a good thing, by the way. I drew myself to my full height, preparing to hurtle all that I had (which was a lot, trust me) at Darius.

"Just because we sit together at lunch and assembly doesn't mean that I want him to supervise me like a nanny!" I insisted, folding my arms across my head.

"That isn't how I see things," replied a stubborn Darius. "I see no more than this: you've got a massive crush on Asher." I forced a fresh blush from blending into the old one. I glared at my feet for a moment, clenching my fists inside the pockets of my duffel coat.

How dare he! He's a teacher, for Christ's sake! How would he know about this sort of stuff?

"I do not!" I spat suddenly. "I've got absolutely no interests whatsoever in anyone! Get that into your head!" With one last scowl at Darius and Ben, I removed my hands from my pockets and stormed away, flexing my cramped fingers as I went.

Nobody makes assumptions about Sylvia Fire.

Hope you liked my first chapter! ;D If it had been written in Brambleclaw's POV, it would have been a lot longer, if you re-read chapter one of Midnight. So, who votes for the next chapter to be written from, say, Leafpool or Brambleclaw's POV? And everybody, send me a review with your guesses at which character is which, e.g: Ben = Brambleclaw (obviously!)

Cya all!

~Black Cat Widow~