I just moved here from Michigan. My dad wanted some adventure and he claimed America was just to dull. Honestly I don't think it made a difference, we didn't move far, just to Canada. I combed through my silky black hair. My hair was my pride, My eyes and my hair were what I treasured most about myself. My eyes were a mixture green and blue, making them turquoise. I went to my closet picked out a plain black tank top and a pair of black baggy pants. I quickly snapped the chains on them and went downstairs. My mom was cooking toast for my brother. "You two need to hurry or you'll be late for your first day" my mom said.
"We still have a half hour" I said while applying some eyeliner and mascara.
"Yeah really mom whats your rush" my brother commented while eatting toast.
"Well I just don't want you two to be late" My mom said.
I grabbed a piece of my brothers toast "Well, I'm off, Mark(my brother) I'll see you there" I said and walked out the door.
"Hey Mark, remember to watch out for your twin sister"
"I will,I will watch out for her better this year ok" I replied.
"It wasn't your fault" my mom started.
"It doesn't matter, I should've been there for her." I interupted, "I'm gonna watch some tv before I go alright"
"Alright." my mom sighed.
It was already alittle past the first week of school. I looked around at the trees turning different shades of orange, pink, yellow, and red. It was very pretty. I looked arounf then leaned against a tree. I took a lighter out of my pockets and lit a cigerette. I slowly exhaled. I know I shouldn't smoke, but its better doing what I used to. I inhaled again and exhaled slowly. Then I saw him, I blinked a few times, it couldn't be him its just my imagination. I quickly put out my cigerette and hurried to school. The rest of the way there I kept looking behind me, but I didn't see him anymore. I guess I'm still paranoid about it all, I mean I'm not even living there anymore and I've been seeing him in my dreams and now here. I shivered and walked through the front door of my new school. A group of girls looked at me as I walked by and snickered. "Who's funeral is it" A pretty blonde one said. I turned around and said flatly "Yours" and walked off leaving her with her mouth hanging open. Now that I'm officailly enemies with the preppy bitch group this year should go by easily. Then I heard the main entrance doors shut. I turned around expecting it to be my brother coming. I was about to wave when I realized I was wrong. I t was not my brother. It was him. The boy from my past. The boy from my nightmares. The boy from hell.