Okay, I don't know whose perspective to use for this story, so I want to give you a taste of my new main character, Julia. This is the same setting from the first prologue, but through her eyes, I am also putting some of the other events of her day so you can get the feel of her. It would be grand if you reviewed at the end of this and told me what you thought, and what POV I should use!

PrologueII

Julia POV

I was staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks. I knew that I should be excited, that the reason I was up was with anticipation, not irritation. It was my sixteenth birthday.

The day I was to get my license.

A small groan, a slight utterance escaped my lips. I should be happy, I was. I guess, it just meant that I was, growing up. It wasn't the growing up part that got to me so much, I had always wanted to be older, I used to dream about when I got to be twenty. It was more that I had reached the age of sixteen and I still felt as if I was missing something I should have had by now.

Love?

Or rather, the illusion of love. I'd had friends who claimed they loved their boyfriends, but they just were flirting with the idea of it. You could only have one true love.

I was beginning to get on my own nerves with my personal psychoanalysis.

Rolling off my bed after my own coaxing I walked through the hall, the stone floor of the bathroom a cool reminder of how early it was, too soon for the sun to have warmed it.

The blinding light washed out my already pale skin as I flicked on the light. I blinked roughly in an attempt to help the speed of how my eyes adjusted.

A fresh fall chill passed through the air, characterized by mid- December in Derby, Connecticut.

Trying to be subjective, I surveyed myself in the mirror, almost as if looking for some type of discernable difference from the age of fifteen to sixteen.

My eyes, which were easily my best asset, showed no difference than normal, except maybe a bit of sleep. My white iris contrasted nicely with the thin ring of dark navy blue of my eyes that immediately jumped to sky blue and darkened inwardly until they reached my coal black pupils.

I had a heavy bang that swept across my face, my hair reaching just slightly past my shoulders in a chestnut brown.

I let out a sigh of agitation and faced away from the mirror, starting up the shower, hopping in and letting the cold stream pound against my skin, gradually warming.

Opening my shampoo, its familiar vanilla scent wafted to my nose. I ran it through my hair, I had used the same shampoo my whole life, and I didn't plan on changing.

A knock pounded against the bathroom door.

"Julia? Is that you?" My dad's voice said, though muffled by the sound of the water.

"Yes," I replied, who else would it be anyway? I quickly dismissed the thought from my mind; I didn't want to know who else it would be.

"Happy birthday Jules!" he sang, I winced but laughed at the same time, I hated the nickname, but he loved it. My dad was what would be called an 'over-enthusiast' of birthdays.

Washing out my lather, I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a plush towel around myself.

I had yet to begin my day, but somehow I was already confused as to whether I was happy, sad, or just plain exhausted.

My dad let me drive the way to the DMV, giving me last minute tips, checking to make sure I was doing everything correctly.

"How many feet should you have between you and the car in front of you when on the highway?" he quizzed for the tenth time.

"Dad, really, I'll be fine, can we stop with the quizzing now? We're here anyways." I said playfully, while pulling into a parking spot. I knew that my dad had always been both a mother and a father to me since my mom's death when I was 6, and I really did appreciate it. But he really was just making me more anxious.

We walked up the steps to the offices, second to last step my ankle turned and I stumbled, but my dad was there, by my side, luckily.

Stepping inside, I saw a mass array of other people.

We walked to the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm here to take the test for my driver's license." The woman at the desk looked at me with tired eyes, probably sick of teenagers prancing through her domain.

"Take a seat, we'll call you, what's your name?" she looked down at a paper filled with names.

"Julia Madanian" I answered blankly, I looked around the crowded hall, and I could hear my dad talking to the receptionist, probably pestering her about what would be on the test. I spotted two empty seats next to each other, but I had the uneasy feeling that I was being stared at.

Swiveling my head, I caught sight of who was staring at me, a boy; he didn't break eye contact as I met his. He didn't move his head, or blink. He was staring so intently, I thought he might be trying to see through me.

His gaze didn't seem rude, just calculating, confused, and mesmerizing, like the green of his eyes.

A yank of my shoulder caught my attention, my dad pointed to the two empty chairs I had seen before, leading me there. I lowered my eyes and walked to the seats flummoxed by the intensity of this boy's, whom I had never met, stare.

Okay, there we are. Now all you have to do is review and tell me whose POV you want. You may have noticed some similarities between Cassie and Julia; they were there on purpose…

I'll update soon!

-Mel (alwayssmile877)