Twisted
Ian Kabra brushed his hair as he waited for his sister to come down. "Natalie! Did your closet swallow you whole?" If he hadn't have gone through years of lucian training he would have jumped when he heard the reply come from behind him. "Clever!" she replied sardonically. To the untrained eye she looked just as beautiful as always. But Ian wasn't fooled, he noticed the slight redness around her eyes, the non-designer dress she was wearing, and how she couldn't stop fidgeting. This was probably due to the fact that their mother had just been sentenced to a lifetime in prison and their father had disowned them.
Natalie looked at him challengingly, but Ian just brushed by her. "We need to get going, school starts in ten minutes and I won't be late for the first day." School. Public school. Natalie sighed and headed out to the car. The car, a second-hand one, barely running. Ian had gotten his license last year when they were still living in England. For two years they struggled along trying to delude themselves into thinking they were still rich, but last year, when their Mum got sent to prison forever, they finished up their year at school and moved out here to nowhere town just outside Boston. After renting a miniscule apartment, Ian had gotten a job at a small cafe.
Ian started the car and drove them to school. Natalie, starting grade ten, went off to her first class looking like she'd assassinate the first person to go near her. Ian walked into his first class not looking nearly as nervous as he felt and took a seat near the back. "Welcome, I'm Ms. Evans, and I will be your homeroom teacher. We have a new student this year, sitting way at the back." The ten or fifteen students in the class turned to look at him. It's not that he wasn't used to having people look at him, in fact his looks attracted almost too much attention, but the way these kids were looking at him made him want to turn invisible.