Chapter 1
Ten years later…
The silent cries of a soul… It reaches out for help, only to grasp nothing.
The moon's rays gently cascade down the ragged hut roof, illuminating the dull green eyes of a boy, expressing the lost and sorrow in his eyes visibly. He was around the age of fifteen, with a lean and muscular body, but at the price of multiple scars and bruises. Poorly cut green hair framed his rather pale face, as he let out a sigh, knee drawn into his chest; the other sprawled out rather lazily.
"Oi, bastard!" a scowl became visible on his face, as he whirled around, meeting the dark gaze of a forty-year-old man.
His father.
"What?" It came out short and curt, despite the dead, frigid glaze in his eyes.
"I need you pick up your school materials. And mine, got it, asshole?" he smirked, and watched for a reaction, but frowned when the boy held his gaze, face void of emotion, "Andrew. Go. Get. My. Stuff. Now."
"Fine. And please," his voice came out as a drawl, dripping with a fake manner of kindness, "Call me Drew."
"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock…"
"Will E9 come to window four please?" Sapphire eyes darted to the small white slip clasped in her slender fingers, and a sigh was heard throughout the silent, white room. The girl glanced up, a visible pout on her lips, sweeping a stray chocolate strand behind her ear, as her eyes raced around the room, half-pleading for something to happen.
There was a ding! and the robotic voice called once more, the sound ringing clearly in her ears.
"Will F4 come to window seven please?" She glanced down once more, and murmured a curse. H6. She'd never get to the party at this rate.
Her eyes had managed to fall onto the lithe figure of a boy her age, with sharp, piercing emerald eyes, and matching hair. He swiveled a bit at the white intersection, and turned down a hall labeled 'F1-9' in bold gray print. He must've been F4.
There was the same ding! as he vanished from view, and another was called.
"Will H6 come to window six please?" She blinked confusion visible on her face. Didn't the H's go last? Shrugging, the girl stood up, dusting off her jean-skirt, and adjusting her russet-colored cardigan, she made her way down the hall with the bold letters 'H1-9' printed across the entrance.
A/N:
Yes, I know it's super short, but I've had a lot on my plate lately. I promise that the next chapter will be longer! Oh, and thank you to: AdorableMe, celestial-mystic-universe, Dark Rubi 169, theasianwonder, . .xx
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