I lied :) It's here today! I'm really hyped about this story, so thanks for reading!


The boy slowly in took his surroundings, and a look of horror grew on his face that became mixed with a rosy blush that blossomed on his cheeks. He stood up and continued to look around while asking, "Wh-where am I? Do I know you? You don't look familiar."

I thought I should be the one asking the questions, but I answered anyways. "My name is Lauren, and no I don't know you, I just moved in. How the hell did you get into my house?" Slowly, I moved towards my metal fake Eiffel tower statue and hid it behind my back for protection when he wasn't looking.

"So…you are?" I asked. "Isaac…" he replied, but seemed distracted while doing so. "Well, Isaac, I woke up this morning with a strange man in my bed, and as lovely as that-"

He cut me off saying, "I've been here before. I think. No," and chills ran down my spine as he peeked out my window and glanced around. "I definitely have."

That was the last straw for me. "That's it. I'm calling the cops, so don't move," and I turned to grab my cell phone off my night stand a few feet away. But before I made it there a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Wait! Just, let's figure this out together. No need to involve anyone else."

In my head, a voice was screaming to break away and quit staring at his hand resting on my arm like it was the Holy Spirit himself. But instead my eyes traveled up his arm and met his eyes, causing my own cheeks to start flushing in response.

We stood like that for one tense moment, then he broke the silence by softly saying, "let's go downstairs and chat." I broke away and scratched my head, and for the first time that morning realizing that I hadn't brushed my teeth or taken the hair curlers out from the night before. Ugh. Of course this happened today.

I left my room and pointed Isaac down the hall towards the stairs and bolted into the bathroom. The next five minutes were the fastest I have ever gone thrown half of my morning routine in my life, all the while thinking, there is a boy, in my house. I look like a grandmother. A cute boy, but a strange boy and I think I need to call the cops. Or dad. No, dad would attack him. What do I do?

A few minutes later I felt a bit better so I followed the sound of running water coming from the kitchen. Isaac stood in front of the sink filling up a glass of water and clutching a towel in his other hand. His shirt was rolled up part way to reveal a cut that was about three inches long and followed his hip bone.

"Oh my god! Are you ok? Did that just happen?" I threw the questions at him not really expecting an answer, and scrambling to find medical supplies that could aid the situation in the cabinets which I was still unfamiliar with.

He turned at the sound of my voice and smiled to one side, which caused my heart to slip down to my stomach. "Nah, I'm fine. Just a little scratch." I glared at the cut and marched over with a gauze square and some medical tape, ready to fix him up. Isaac jumped when my cold fingers grabbed him, but allowed me to place the square on his skin. I had to block out how I was resting my hands on his bare skin, and how nice his tummy looked, but as soon as I was done I stepped back and tried to clear my head. I pointed to the kitchen table and said, "You. Sit." And walked over and took the seat opposite.

Isaac crossed the room in a few strides and took the seat, all the while still looking around him like he kept expecting to see something he missed. "So," I started. "You were in my room."

"Yeah…that was not where I thought I'd be waking up," he said a bit shy. He reached back and scratched his head while saying, "But honestly, I went to bed in my house and don't remember running here or getting into your room. It's all just…sleeping."

I stared at him for a while, but realized quickly that I believed him. Who would make up not remembering breaking into someone's house so they could take a nap? It didn't make any sense, but blaming Isaac was not the right course of action.

Isaac leaned in across the table and said, "I wasn't lying when I said this place looked familiar though. Something about the yard and the house itself feels like I recognize it."

I almost dropped my tea mug onto the table at that comment. "Did you know the people who lived here before?" I ventured to ask, not sure if I wanted to know why he knew my house.

"No," he sounded baffled, "I don't even know what part of town I'm in."

The next few moments were silence, with me drinking tea as quiet as I could and Isaac still looking around my house.

"Well…" I finally said. I couldn't sit there doing nothing anymore. Plus, if we didn't leave soon we would be late to school. "Do you want a ride to school? I don't want to be late on my first day."

He scoffed slightly, and then said, "Oh right. School. Yeah I guess," and smiled like he almost pitied me for thinking of the subject.

A half an hour later we packed into my car and were pulling out of the driveway. Just as I was about to drive away, something caught my attention on the side of my house. A giant scratch in the paint led right to my window. It looked as though someone had climbed with their bare hands up the wall. Isaac saw me staring and his whole face changed. His eyes bugged out and his jaw went slack, the shock evident as it splayed across his face.

"Well, I guess the window mystery is no longer," I tried to joke, but it came out sounding wrong, and we both just looked at each other mystified.

To sum up the ride to school in one word would be easy; awful. Neither of us knew what to say. Anything about the past few hours was almost taboo, and the small chat about school was painful at best. Finally Isaac turned on the radio and we both fell silent for the rest of the ride.

"Oh, you can just drop me here," he told me about a block away from the entrance. My heart dropped, and I was certain that it was because he didn't want to be seen with me. Great. I can't even befriend the one person who was literally at my doorstep on the first day.

I pulled over and he got out, pausing with his hand on the frame of the car. "So Lauren, I noticed we have a few classes together. Guess I'll see you then?" and good God the smile that boy gave me almost made me forget that he was ditching out early. "I have a friend I have to meet, and he's a bit weird about new people, no offense or anything." I nodded and waved, watching a man emerge from the bushed and walk towards Isaac. Well, what do you know? He wasn't lying.

Confidence slightly boosted, I found the school entrance easy enough. Finding a parking spot, however, was not so easy. I was panicky and nervously checking the clock right up until I turned the car off and was about to jump out and run to my car when it hit me.

My vision went dark as if smoke had covered my eyes, and I lost my sense of feeling of anything around me. I heard wings beating close to my ears, and they were getting closer.

Open your eyes…

That voice…I had heard it once before in my dreams.

Joins us, young one. All you must do it jump…

I had to get out of this. What the hell was happening to me?

JUMP!

I slammed my hands down on my horn as hard as I could, startling a few people nearby. My whole body was shaking and I felt as though I had no control over anything. I told myself to keep breathing, and focused on the inward and outward pattern that held the life cycle together. After a few seconds, I calmed down.

Two things had become evident to me that day.

One; I needed to know what in the world was up with Isaac. I mean for God's sake the kid woke up in my bedroom? One way to greet a new classmate, but unless that was normal in Beacon Hills something more was going on here.

And two; what were these strange visions that kept attacking me?

I had a lot to figure out my first day, and that was even before I tackled math for the day.


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