Well, my parents are out of town for the week, so I decided to skip school for the day. Not like it matters anyway. I'm hardly ever in class, but I always have a 4.0, so noone can complain. So first reviewer replies then story.

Maddie: Sorry, didn't notice the text had bunched up like that and I promise this chapter will be longer.

Starwonder09: I notice that another reviewer said that same thing. Well, regardless, I agree. I just have to work it in.

Well, I'm boring you so on to chapter three.

Chapter 3

Raven hadn't even noticed the students had come in. A hand appeared in her range of sight. She looked up from her book. A short, thin boy with blond spiked hair, green eyes, and an unusual tan was smiling at her. Raven took out her headphones. "What?" She asked monotonously. Gar cringed slightly, but tried to continue smiling. "Hi. I'm Gar and this is Vic." He pointed at the dark skinned boy sitting in front of her. He was tall and muscle bound with blue eyes. He smiled at her and turned back to face the front. Gar extended his hand again. Raven frowned. "Do I look like I want to talk?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

That was the first time Gar had paid any attention to her attire. She was wearing black jeans with a short sleeved black fishnet shirt and a dark blue t-shirt with a skull underneath. Her skin was a pale grey, despite the fact that she was sitting in the direct sunlight. He looked at her eyes, a deep amethyst, and found himself unable to look away. It was as if he'd been entranced by them and were falling into their very depths. "Well!" Raven said, growling the word at him. Gar snapped back.

At that moment the teacher walked in. He was tall and thin with bright brown skin and looked as if he were better suited as a college proffesor than a high school english teacher. He wore a white turtleneck with a blue blazer and khakis."Good morning class, I'm Mr. Busby. This is English II and I will be your instructor for the year." He wrote his name on the board and turned back towards the class. "It appears we have two new students joining us this year." He extended a hand toward the door and motioned the student to enter. A girl walked in and stood next to him, nervously looking at the class. She was about Raven's height with long fire red hair and her skin was tanned to a dull orange. She wore a pink skirt with a pink and white striped midriff shirt and pink knee high boots.

"Class, may I introduce you to Ms. Kori Anders." A couple of boys in the class began to whistle and howl. Mr. Busby motioned them to quiet down. When they quieted, he continued. "And Ms. Raven Roth." He pointed to the corner where Raven was sitting and the class turned to face her. "Ms. Roth, would you come to the front of the class please?" Raven looked down at her desk."I'd rather not." He frowned momentarily, but began to smile once more at Kori. "Ms. Anders, please tell the class a little about yourself." The girl looked up. She spoke nervously, her voice slightly shaky. "Hello, my name is Kori and my favorite color is pink and I love to sing." Mr. Busby nodded approvingly.

"And Ms. Roth? Would you like to say a few words to the class before we begin?" She looked out the window momentarily and back to him. "No." she replied simply. Mr. Busby frowned. "Well, Ms. Roth, would you tell us who your favorite poet is?" Raven sighed and rolled her eyes."Yeats." she finally answered. Mr. Busby smiled. "A good choice, altough his poetry is a little sinister for my tastes. And Your favorite poem?" Raven frowned, obviously irritated by his barrage of questions. "The Second Coming." He nodded approvingly. He looked back to Kori, having forgotten she was still standing there. "Ms. Anders, Please take the empty seat in front of Mr. Logan so that we may begin the class."

Kori walked down the row, and quickly sat in the desk, making sure not to speak or look at anyone, and faced forward. Gar tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around just enough to acknowledge him. "Hi, I'm Gar. Nice to meet you." He smiled and she took the hand, replying with her own smile. Mr. Busby walked over to his desk and looked over his role. He looked up in the direction of Kori and Raven, Curiosity visible on his face. "Ms. Roth, Ms. Anders, It appears you are from out of state. Would you please tell me where it is you're coming from?" Raven's eyes went wide. "I'm from Az- I mean Europe." Kori looked equally horrified."I am from Tameran. It is a small country in Europe." He pored over their answers for a moment, then shruged his shoulders. Weird, Gar thought looking at the expressions the two of them had.

He sat on the edge of his desk and began to address the class. "Today, I thought we'd start off with something light. I want each of you to compose a short poem to read in front of the class in order to help us get better aquainted. This will give us a better feel for each others' personalities. We will begin presenting in twenty minutes." The class moaned and began to write. Raven put her headphones back on and gazed out the window, allowing her mind to drift.

I push my fingers into my eyes! "Ms.Roth!" A voice cut through her thoughts. Raven snapped back to attention and took off her headphones. "It's time for you to present. I am most interested in what you have for us." Raven walked to the front of the class. " I call this Nightmare." Gar could have sworn that the room got darker as she walked to the front. Her voice seemed darker, more sinister. Gar thought it couldn't possibly belong to the girl who was just sitting there. She began. " Into the graveyard of Immortals I walk..."

Five minutes later she finished the poem. "...Only the bodies beside me for warmth, In the graveyard of the dead Immortal." She looked up from her book. Most of the class sat with their eyes wide and their jaws dropped as if in a state of shock. She looked at Mr. Busby. His role book was partially covering his face, but she could see he had the same look as the students in the class. "Thank you, Ms. Roth. Please be seated." As she walked to her seat, she took one last moment to look at the students faces. They all still wore the same shocked looks. Except one. She recognized him as the student from the office. He gave her an amused smirk and nodded. Raven felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She quickly sat, turning her head so that he couldn't see her face. she heard a chuckle come from his direction as the bell rang.

The halls were crowded with kids making their way to their next period classes. Kori felt the students pushing her in every direction and almost tripped over someone behind her. "Watch it." Kori recognized the voice. She turned to see Raven standing there with her arms crossed, glaring at her. "Excuse me, student Raven, but I seem to be lost. Could you-" Raven interrupted her. "No, I couldn't. I'm new here as well." Kori stopped listening and began to look up behind Raven. Raven felt a presence behind her and turned around. "You two seem lost. Let me see your schedules and I'll see if I can't help you." It was Vic. Raven stared at him unemotionally. Vic cringed. "No, thank you. I can find it just fine." Kori handed him her schedule as Raven turned to walk away. "You sure? Cus this school is like a maze. Just let me help you." Raven sighed and gave him her schedule. Vic smiled. "Cool. We all have P. E. Just follow me. We're at the field today.

They followed him down the stairs and out the doors leading to the student parking lot. They walked out across it to the football feild. Their was a group of girls sitting outside on the bleachers. Vic handed them back their schedules and walked over to the teacher. He whispered something to her. She nodded and he walked back over to them. "That's coach Griffith. You're on her role." He jumped over the railing and quickly crossed the football feild to the other side, where there were other boys sitting on those bleachers. The coach walked over to them. "Today is a free day. You don't dress out until next week when we recieve the uniforms." she smiled. "I'm Coach Griffith. You can have a seat anywhere on the bleachers."

Raven walked to the opposite end of the bleachers from the class, where she knew she wouldn't be bothered. She pulled out a book and began to read. A few moments later, she heard footsteps coming her way. She buried her face in her book to show she didn't want to be bothered. The footsteps stopped right in front of her.Below her book, she could see pink boots. She sighed and looked up from her book. Kori was standing in front of her with a nervous look on her face. "What?" she asked monotonously. "I was wondering if I may sit here." Raven looked at her. "What's wrong with sitting with them?" Kori looked down at her shoes. "Well, they are merely speaking of shoes and boys and-" Raven interrupted. "So basically, their idiots." Kori smiled and nodded nervously. Raven sighed. "Alright, but keep it down. I'm reading." Kori sat and began to look up at the clouds as Raven began to read.

Gar looked out across the football field. He saw all the girls talking and two sitting out from the others. He knew one to be Raven. A chill ran down his spine and he cringed as he remembered the beutifully poetic yet disturbingly gruesome poem that had come from her only an hour ago. He took out a black wirebound book with purple lizards, stars, and a moon on it. It was full of sketches. He opened the book to a cleam page and took out a pencil. He sat the pad on his lap, clasped his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes as he began to lean back. He thought a moment. A smile slowly crept across his face.

"Hey, Gar, what you up to?" Vic was walking towards him, water bottles in hand. Gar sat up, placing the pencil to the pad, and began scribbling. Vic sat next to him and watched. " I still don't know how you do that." Gar kep his eyes on the pad, a look of concentration on his face. "Do what?" he asked. Vic looked at the pad. Already he was able to make out a castle, stars, and a moon. "That. I could nerver sit and think about something and then just like magic put it on paper." Gar smiled, still focused on the pad. "Anyone can do it. Their just lines on paper. Besides, I'm not even that good."

Vic looked at the pad and then at Gar, surprised by what had just left his friend's mouth. "Gar, if you're not that good, I love to see what average is like." Gar hadn't heard him. He was now completely absorbed into his work. Someone ran up to Vic." Hey guys, come quick! Richard and X are about to fight!" Vic looked up at Gar, who was completely oblivious to the outside world. "Gar!" He looked up. "What?" Vic looked at him impatiently. "Richard and X are about to fight." Gar's expression changed from one of irritation to one of shock. He sat his pad down and stood up. Vic grabbed him wrist and dragged him out of the bleachers and down the stairs to the locker room. Gar was hardly able to keep up. "Slow down, dude!"

"Don't you ever call me that again." Richard spoke very slowly, making sure he got his threat across.Although X stood towering over him by a good five inches, Richard stood his ground, unfazed. He had black spiked hair bold blue eyes. X stood with a smirk on his face. "And what if I do...Dick?" That was all he could stand. Richard grabbed him by the collar and before X could blink, slammed him against a locker. He pulled his fist back and aimed for X's face, prepared to punch. Just as he was about to hit him, he felt a hand on his shoulder. "He's not worth it, man." He reconised the voice as Vic. "But, he..." Victor looked at him, understanding visible in his face. "Just let it go." Robin growled and punched. X flinched. The punch had landed just inches to the right of his face. Richard pulled back his hand and let go. There was a hole in the locker door and it was bent in. He grabbed his backpack and stormed out the door. Victor and Gar following behind him.

The remaining students in the locker room stood and stared at X, His eyes glowing with malice. "What!" he yelled, sounding almost demonic. The other boys in the room jumped and hurriedly continued their previous tasks. "Oh, You're going to pay." He sneered at the door, baring his fangs as he walked out.


And before you ask, that was Slipknot's Duality she was listening to.So... good? Bad? Too short? Review and tell me what you think and I'll reply in my next chapter. Once again, no flames. They are immature and useless. Well, it's only 12:20. Still almost three hours of class. So, I'm off to the cafe.

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