Before I begin I would like to say I'm sorry for the short chapters. I don't have time to sit down and write so when I take a break or I'm in between classes I write. I'm thinking you would rather have short chapters updated frequently rather than long chapters updated after a long period of time…If I'm wrong please correct me in a review! Mental insert food of choice to everyone who is reading and reviewing! I'd like to give a shout out to ultrablonde and an anon reviewer for giving me these characters! Round of applause and I hope everyone likes the way I chose to preview them. Hope to write to you soon, with all of my love,

-theuntitled

Defiant

She curled up on the hard bed. The florescent lights threw the scars left by numerous shots and IV's into harsh view, her brown hair cropped to her ears. She closed her light brown eyes. Clenched her fists as anger entered her mind, the potent chemicals sending neurons to the tips of her fingers. She leaned back and looked straight at the camera defiantly, all the while a small ball of fire played in and around her fingertips.

Demiurge

"You'd never understand, so LEAVE ME ALONE!" she said slamming the door. Jumping on her plushy couch she pulled the orange notebook to her lap, pencil at the ready. It's not my fault the algebra teacher is an ass hole. She sighed softly and opened the creased and folded notebook to gaze at the pencil sketches and messy writing that adorned its lined pages. Flipped to a new page and poised her pencil to capture the anger into the words that made life worth living. She turned to the door. They won't be here for a while. She set down the pencil and sat cross legged, focusing on the paper and pencil.

A bird rested on the windowsill, and looked through the pristine glass. The pencil skimmed over the paper as the girl closed her eyes, her curly auburn hair falling down on the page. Her pale hands rested at her side.

Different

"But professor..."

"I'm sorry Amy, but I really can't stay. I lecture at collages all over the country and I'm due in New York the day after tomorrow..."

"Come on, everyone likes you here Mr. Z!", a boy with brown hair called out.

"I'm flattered, and I like you all, but this is my life. It's been a pleasure teaching you all."

Tall and thin, the man strode from the room of doleful students, his brown leather bag slung over his shoulder. He pulled a hand through his ink black hair, his light blue eyes unfocused as he lost himself to thoughts. The black car that was his home was parked in the parking lot, the glass shimmering in the sun.

"Damn." he looked back, his keys were still in the lecture room. But he wasn't going back. Pulled out his wallet and took from it two silver quarters. His eyes flickered as he covered them with his long fingers. When his hands opened a silver key identical to the one he lost appeared. Opening the door, he slid into the warm leather seat.

New York, here I come.