Darkest Days
"The Portals are in the hands of daemons.If this place is to survive we need help but alas, there are only 3 true guardians. One shall have deep unknown connections to dragon's fire. One shall lead a wretched life until they learn of their true destiny. And the final, shall have a pure , untainted soul and aura , this will incite hatred wherever they walk until the death of a loved one. These 3 will be the only ones protecting the entire universe from the infinite spectrum of scum." Xi Ryoki , Head of the Portals.
I woke up , my head still throbbing from last night's cramming session. God...I hate exams.I dragged my feet , muttering about centre of gravity and novacaine, I looked in my mirror.My icy blue eyes stared blankly at me, probebly because I didn't have my glasses on so it was blurred anyway.In some way my face is interesting , yet flabby.Ugh I needed to go on a diet, not on soda pop and ritalin like suggested to me once. The weight of my chestnut hair started to annoy me already so I quickly dragged my brush through it and shoved it up in a pony-tail. I took a long , hard stare at my nose , and I tried to determine wherther it was blackeads or freckles. Thankfully , it was the latter. i gave a half hearted yawn and stumbled back to my wardrobe and pulled out my uniform.
Damn it, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Stephanie Millar , I'm fifteen and I live in Dumbarton , Scotland. I am about 5"6' tall and I'm a little bit overweight. I am a Teachers Pet and darn proud and I am also a rocker , more punk than anything else.
Anyway, I yanked my uniform on , and rushed my eyeliner on. I didn't even eat any breakfast , I grabbed my schoolbag and ran for my bus.Welcome to my life. My teachers usually say "Although intelligent, Stephanie lacks organisation", you bet!I caught the bus just in time and started to blast my ears to the punk stylings of my beloved Green Day...and my favourite song too ...Hirchin' a Ride . How I wished I had you when my Grampa died. I met up with my little posse and my best friend...Andrew McIntosh.
OK...I call him Andy Mac for short. He has been my best friend since we were little angels (yeah right) in Dalreoch Primaryand we ventured together to Dumb-arton (Hee hee) Academy. Sometimes we drifted apart , yeah , but that happens... and we have NEVER had an arguement... which is nice. Andy is about 5'7" slightly taller than me , is very skinny although he eats a LOT of gummi bears . His hair colour then was midnight blue , even though his roots were starting to show! He has the most intense eyes though , light green , with lots of brownish flecks.
So we were just killing time until the bell rang and me and Andrew walked to registration. We talked about the usual random shit , going off into a haze of music and politics... and the odd TV question. So the I went to class until the bell rang for lunch . Me and Andy walked off to see our friend Catherine McWatt.
Catherine is one of those extraordinary creatures , bold , brave and unique... far more interesting than the sterotypes. I met her in 2nd Year because she had to sit next to me in registration. She has long , dark , straight hair and deep piercing hazel eyes which is that of some far-flung actress or singer. She is a lot like me in theheight and look area.
As we were walking , Andy had his MP3 player blasting so loud from his headphones that I could hear every word of Good Charlotte's "Chronicles of life and death"