Haylee woke up to her alarm clock beeping. She glared at the clock, reading 6:30 A.M. She sat up in bed, and huffed. "Damn, that monster fight sure exhausted me." She glanced at her bedside table, to see a clear glass bottle of nectar and a bronze case of ambrosia sitting beside a black envelope. She picked it up, and peeled off the grey sticker on the flap. She opened up the letter, and read it.

Haylee, when you got here, I noticed you didn't have any nectar or ambrosia, so I gave you these. The cases are magical, so if they get empty, they'll fill back up. Don't worry about breaking the bottle, because it won't shatter. Now, get ready, because you have school today.

Erebos

"School? Seriously?" She muttered. Even though she was 19, she had been held back a few times. She was a Junior, so she was probably the eldest in her year. She rolled out of bed, and walked into her bathroom. After taking a shower and brushing her teeth, she walked over to her closet.

She opened it, and picked out a Hollywood Undead t-shirt, grey skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, and black combat boots. After putting on her clothes, she wrapped a grey braided leather headband around her forehead, and tied up her hair, leaving some hair on both sides. Then, she grabbed a rasta studded belt and wrapped it around her waist. She lined her eyes with black eyeliner, put on a pair of silver aviators with black lenses, grabbed her black recon northface backpack, (Which was full already.) and headed out the door.

When she got down stairs, the smell of home style waffles filled her nose. "Waffles, yes!" she said, running into the kitchen. "Good morning mom!" she said, hugging her. "Morning honey. Grab a waffle to go, school starts at 7:30." "7:30?" "Yep." Haylee grabbed a waffle, stuck it in her mouth, and got up to leave. "Oh, wait, honey?" Haylee pulled the waffle out of her mouth. "Yea, mom?" She asked. Her mom threw a pair of keys to her, MASERATI keys. Haylee caught it, and started freaking out. "MASERATI! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" She yelled. "You shouldn't thank me, thank your father."

Haylee froze. "Oh, yeah!" She looked up at the ceiling. "THANKS DAD!" She yelled. Then, she grabbed another waffle, and ran out the door. Once she was outside, Haylee froze, staring at her car. It was a black Masarati GranCabrio. "WOAH!" She yelled. Then, she clicked the keys, and the canvas slid down, putting the car into convertible mode. "I can get used to this." She climbed in, started up the engine, and drove to school.

When she got into the parking lot, everyone was staring at her car, or was it her? She found a spot where her car was least likely to get damaged, and hopped out. She picked up her backpack, closed the canvas, and while walking towards the building, locked the car over her shoulder. She hopped up the steps into the main office, and took off her shades, hanging them on her locket.

She walked up to the desk, and from the corner of her eye, noticed shadows following her around. Dad she thought. When she got to the desk, she rung the little bell sitting on the desktop. The secretary spun around, and tipped over a stack of papers in the process. "Oh, dear." She said as she re-organized the papers. The secretary looked up. "Oh, hi, honey. What can I do for you?"

Haylee smiled. "Hi, i'm the new student, Haylee Clare." "Oh! Wonderful, wonderful." The secretary looked through the papers, and handed Haylee 2. "Here you go, honey. This is your locker number and combination," She said pointing to the first paper. "and this is your schedule." Haylee smiled, taking the papers. "Thanks." Then, she walked towards the doors leading to the hallway.

When she got out, the first thing she saw was... well not much. She got knocked over by a group of students, 6, to be exact. She landed on her butt. "Ouch." She muttered, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes. She looked at the person who knocked her down, glaring. He had bronze hair, amber eyes, and extremely pale skin. He was standing up already, holding out a hand. "Sorry." He said. "Whatever." Haylee replied, standing up on her own.

She picked up the papers that had fallen, and walked away to find her locker.

Lunch

The morning went by fast, and Haylee made plenty of friends. She was sitting with them, laughing and poking her salad with a fork. Around her were Mike Newton, Jessica Stanley, Angela Weber, Eric Yorkie, Emily Young, and Lauren Mallory. She lifted her head from her salad, laughing like crazy. "Wow, that guy must have looked really cheezy." She told Mike. "I know, right? I mean, who walks into Hot Topic and asks 'What's the Hot Topic?' it's just plain cheezy."

Suddenly, what everyone was saying became a blur. She was staring at a figure in the crowd. A boy with sandy blonde hair. He turned his head toward her, and dark brown eyes locked with sky blue ones. Matching scars were on their faces. Haylee stood up, shaking. "I'll... I'll be right back." She told the others before running out of the lunchroom.

When she burst through the doors, she collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. She leaned against the wall and buried her face in her hands. "Not again, please... not again." She didn't want this anymore. No more visions of Luke. It was just a week since her last one. She stood shakily.

She was still leaning her back against the wall as she put her foot up on it. She held her arm over her eyes and took a shaky breath. "Just an illusion, just an illusion, just an illusion." She muttered. "Are you sure about that?" Someone asked. Her eyes shot open, only to see Luke standing in front of her. "Yes, of course it's an illusion. You would never come to find me. You're too busy doing all that evil crap. It's impossible."

The image of Luke stepped forward. "Nothing's impossible." The image lifted it's hand, and touched her cheek. "Luke?" She asked. He nodded. "I told you I would find you."