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This is a chapter about the first day of high-school, I LOVE high-school, I LOVE primary too! Sorry in my 1st chapter I stated I hate School...thats just my second pesonality. Don't worry about her. I actually had to stay home for 2 days or so because I was sick...I hate being sick. So I was going to do another chapter, but I slept fpr hours and only had time to eat and drink and go back to bed. (Pretty lazy huh? lol) ;p

Everyone has that feeling inside them when they have their first day of school or everyone might have a different feeling. It depends really on who the person is. In this chapter, I'm not going to spoil it. You can have a guess! :P If I made any mistakes, let me know, if any sentences seem odd or you don't undestand it, please let me be aware of the situation. Flames are welcomed. Feedback is also appreciated. ^^

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21st of February 2014 Wednesday

I have white hair.

I have a curse on my left eye with a pentagram star-shape on my left fore-head.

My skin is pale.

My whole body is ice-cold.

I don't feel.

I want to feel anything but pain.

It can't be helped.

I want to know what love is.

Is that what father was showing me before?

All of the hatred is love too?

Then.

Let me show you my love.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…
Sounds. This is what we use to communicate. To understand each other. To be heard. To listen. These sounds are here for us to know what to look out for. These sounds are also the things that are words that come out of our mouths to speak. These sounds of words that come out, the only ones I know are too cruel to even mention. The world would be in dead silence if it weren't for sounds. The world wouldn't be a cruel place if it was for those words that people fear and take impact on. These words may be just words, but they take force and an impact and force to a person that has a heart.

Just who am I?

Beep. Beep. Be- "SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!" Oh no. My so-called father is awake. I better open my eyes now. I blink open my eyes finding myself on the side of the bed, facing my direction to the mirror, I study myself. What am I? I scurry out of bed, hurrying to stop the alarm clock. That is the sound that my father does not want to hear…or else he gets pissed off. I then glance at my clock and what perfect timing…its 5:00am in the bloody morning. I thought I set it at 6:00. Aw well. I'm wide awake now; I guess I'm going to have a shower and get ready for school. What am I doing here?

I search through my cupboard of clothes and found what I am looking for. A perfectly new and clean Black Order Uniform, with black pants and my red ribbon ready to go! I quickly got my towel and clothes with me and walk to the bathroom. I then start to feel butterflies in my chest; probably nothing…everyone gets butterflies on the first day of high school. Don't they? I strip down my clothing and turn around to face the mirror, all I could see is my head to my chest, pale and cold. I'm starting to think I'm a ghost…or maybe there right…I'm just a demon from hell. I clench my teeth and put a tight grip on my left arm as I thought of the disturbing words in my head.

"Don't listen to them…Their demons…" ?

"Huh?" I look up and only saw my reflection smiling while I'm actually in awe. How-? I rub my eyes and looked again. Nothing. It's just my imagination. Me and mirrors don't mix I guess. I then turn the shower on; I made it cold enough for myself until I was feeling right, the temperature of cold and warmth is perfect for me. I slip in underneath the showerhead and close my eyes and trace the bruises and wounds, letting the cold warm water drip down on me. I felt warm liquid on my back, twisting my body a little to see what it is, only to see red trail down my pale skin. Blood. I close my eyes completely shut and ignored the pain that my head was screaming in agony. Am I ok? I then wait till me body went in relax mode and then calmed down a bit, not noticing the time go by. I then open my eyes at the thought and wipe the fogged steam off the glass and I peer out to see I took about 5 or so minutes. That's good enough, or my father will yell at me for wasting his precious water.

I then hold and twist the cold water nob and the hot water nob, I shake my hair left to right to get the water out. I step out of the shower and I dry myself off. I get my clothes off the hangers and change. I then look in the mirror and grab a brush and I brush through it as neatly as I can. I get a big lot of my hair on the right-front and I cover my left eye and bruise. I smile at myself. I don't really know happiness anymore…do I?I then patch myself up and I open the bathroom door and once I walk out, I shut it behind me, not noticing my reflection watch me as I close it shut. I walk to my other mirror across my bed and I look at myself, building pride in how I look. I smile and went for a search to find my blue and purple bag; that I have to carry around all day. Loving it…

I look underneath my bed and I finally see what I am looking for. I reach in and grab the handle, and I pull it out and I notice the dust that covers all over it. Ew… I guess its 'dusting-the-bag-time'. I get a feather-duster off my shelf and I dust my bag all over until it looked bran-new. I smirk at my work. Huh…It even rhymed.

I pack all my stuff, my subject books, pencil case, schedule, and a water bottle. I even put my lucky charm on my neck and I hid it behind my clothing. I know it wouldn't do much, but I have to try right? I grab my bag and I swing it over my shoulders and start to head towards my door. I am so close to the nob when I feel a pain in my right foot. Crap! Ouch! A splinter! I forgot about socks and shoes! Allen you…ok…calm down. I struggle to keep my calm as I put on my white short socks and my shoes. I rush to lace them up, so I did them as steady as I can while doing it quickly. It's only 6:30am, so I have plenty of time. I just got to be sure I don't wake up Mana. He would be so cross if I did and wouldn't let me work and instead; he would make me do what I hate doing.

I then jump off my bed and rush towards the door. I unlock it and I open it ever-so slowly and quietly. I then peak outside my door and look down my staircase and I suddenly imagine me falling endlessly down them. Until I felt the same presence last night when I went to sleep, I curiously peek in my room and look at the mirror; I just don't get it. Am I just an animal? I close the door once again slowly and quietly and hear a whisper come out the door…

"Have a nice day…Allen."

I then lost it and head downwards down the staircase and through the hallway, past the lounge and kitchen; then the door. I did the same thing as my door and I never got yelled at, It must be luck that's all, I do have my lucky charm.

-30 minutes later-

"Black Order High School." I state, reading the sign as I walk in. Suddenly seeing lots of students in the front yard and sitting on wooden, polished neat chairs. Wow. I'm impressed, who thought of running this school? It's tidy, not out of control and normal. Except me. Can I be accepted? I walk in, feeling the same funny feeling in my chest, maybe I'm too worried. Just butterflies. You're fine Allen, get over it. I muscle up the courage to go to the office…

Where-ever that is.

I ask the receptionist, she kindly shows me the way to the office. I gulp and knock.

"Come in." I hear behind the wooden door, I grab the nob and twist it and I went in cautiously. Papers. Papers everywhere. It's like a never-ending pile and stacks of papers, the most I've seen in my life since it's pretty boring. I guess. I never even notice I'm also standing on lots; what in the world? I then glance over to a desk with lots of paper. The principle is really busy, so I better leave and ask him when it's lunch time. Yeah. That's better. I turn my body around and being to walk out until I hear a smuggled voice.

"####!" Huh? What?

"Excuse me? What did you say?" I ask politely.

"H#l#!" I Eh? I can't understand a word.

"I'm sorry. I can't see you, nor that can I hear you." I say.

"HELP MEH!" Ah! I can hear him! I guess he needs help, is he buried in all the paper? Time to do this!

-5 minutes later-

"Allen Walker huh?" Komui states. I nod confirming his information about me. He doesn't even have the file or anything with him to even know about me. He knows my current age, IQ, and goals, creepy. "Ok. Well, since you missed the first 2 days, I guess it can't be helped." He explains. He must be so tired from all the work he has to do, I never even knew you have to do all this if you're a principle.

"If it's ok Mr Lee…I would like to take a breather." I ask.

"Sure." He answers, showing a smile on his tried face, as he takes a sip of coffee he mentioned of his little sister giving it to him, and if anyone, anyone, hurt her physically or emotionally, they will pay dearly. I hear him say something but didn't quite hear it. Some sounds that come out as words are better left unheard.

"You really don't remember me Allen?"

Some words are meant to be heard. Some words are not. Some words are accidentally heard or not told. These are the differences.

"Can you tell?" ?

I walk out the door and I close it, looking left to right down the hallway to see a red-head boy with an eye-patch on his right eye and the other is emerald green, standing in the middle of the hallway. He gives me smile and walks off the other direction and turns a corner. I run down to catch up to him, when I was close to him, I turn the corridor and all I see is an empty hallway before me. Is this a reality? Or a dream?

"What is this feeling?"

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