Chapter 2

Lunch, lunch, lunch...skrew lunch. I ready my hands, taking a swift run up. I leap just a few tens of centimeters away from a bench. Im the first out, so no one sees me as i push of, grapsing the hook of the roof and in one swift movement dragging myself to the top. Another short run and im facing the opposite edge of the school. A huddle of year sevens shuffle nervously, too big uniforms, few of the people who stick to wearing the full set when most of us get by in a scruffy shirt and jeans, sure we are forced into a tie, but thats about it. I cautiously edge my way to the last slip of roof. The smell of chemicals and gas indicate that i am directly above the science block. Tensing my legs i shuffle backwards, legs shaking from nerves and fear, fear of what i could do to all the people around me, all the people stairing up. I dash forward and...im off the edge, the perimeter of the school swims below me. The muslces in my arms quiver, feeling the unatural silver creeping into my vains.

I touch down, air swarms around me for a split second. Leaning ever so slightly to one side i push myself. Feeling the wind caressing my face, frisking my hair and pushing my hood onto my back. i'm free. no class room, no lies. Nature doesn't lie, i am part of nature. But and impure part. every day of my life i lie, its for protection, i know it is. but i hate it. Its like being confined. in your own little you shaped box.

Branches slash my face, roots blindly reach for my boots. Missing every time as i hop a little to exitedly into the air. I brace myself, running towards a tree and embracing it with outstreached claws, i graze the bark with the razor edges. Joy is all i feel, my head if free of thought, smells swirling in the forest air, its not like in the class room, these sents run free. its how life should be. Its like having a second home. I sink to the floor, pines lacing the back of my jumper, and pricking through letting me gain a little warmth. My head rests of the stump of the claw marked trees. i feel like curling up and sinking into a deep sleep. But that was never going to happen.

"Luna?" ugh, Iola followed me? To chew me out I bet. That's all she ever does, conceal who you are don't act out, don't be yourself because everone will figure out. You just cant keep secrets. She is my sister and I love her, but its all to much. I just want someone to understand I can't live like this. Lying, pretending i am some one else. Its not me.

"Luna!" her voice gains strength, either she is closer or is getting angry. Last time I ran off she tried to set me on fire! I know I was the one who started it but she shouldn't retaliate? Isn't that what she has always told me?

"Luna." I feel her hot breath down my neck. I flick my eyes open, letting in the light. I push myself into a sitting possition, and fake smile at her.

"Hey, you found me!" I faux laugh and she just looks at me with a glinting blue glare, I secretly smile to myself knowing that the contact lenses in her eyes are helping my sistuation. I order myself to swallow.

"What is wrong with you? Running off like that?" she glares at me, clenching her knuckles letting out a few sickening crunches.

"I can't take it, maybe its easyer for you, but I hate being locked up. My gums are sore, my hands are throbbing and I can't consentrate on anything." My head is clasped in my palms. My brain is bursting, something nocking at my temples from the inside.

Her hair hangs loosely around her face, I can see the electrisity bouncing around her hair, something that only happens whens shes really pissed. The crakle that harrasess my ear shows that I too am brimming with electrical charge. Its for me to face this, but instinkt it telling me to run, to get up and leave. I stand my ground, pulsing. I lean back against the solid oak, head spinning.

"I'm going, if you remember I'm late for lunch." I spit and return her glare, I turn to leave but someones hand clutches my wrist, the bones pop again, feeling like im about to dissolve into thin air. She controls me so much she wont even permit me to leave. "What!?" I snap, turning around and letting electrisity run freely on the surface of my hand.

"whoa, clam down." I look forwards, not into my sisters blue eyes, but into a pair of emerald green ones. They sparkle slightly in the sun, sofly reflecting the tone of the leaves. A shot of electrisity curves down my arm, his soft palm bending my outstreched one into a fist and encasing it. His brown hair ruffles in the breeze. I eye my sister carefuly, a grimace set on her face, furrowed brows, dissaproving. I growl at her, eyes slicing through the afternoon haze.

"Let me go" I wrench my hand from his grip and lunge for my sister. Her eyes flare, burning with and intencity that makes her contacts flee her irises. Flickering and shimmering as they glide to the ground. She yanks her way free of her own captors grip, her eyes her on taking me down. I roll to the side, avoding her electricly charged punch. I sweep my foot across the ground, aiming to put her firmly against the floor. As she falls her hair reaches upwards, letting me see the crimson tinge in her eyes. The blond boy who was hoding her hands behnd her back catches her in a swift swoop. All I can do is breathe a soft growl before she I contained and unable to throw any punches. Good.

I'm stumbling back, her eyes percing my soul and searching for something, I try to do the same but I feel too weak. I feel like giving up. Sighing I reajust my jumper, pull me hood over my head and hide in my own little place, the place where I can be me. I shuffle conciously, steping back, ready to turn on my heel and leave. Im stopped by those mesmerising, uhhh, I mean annoying green eyes. I have to tilt my head up a bit to see the expression that he holds. My eyes are burning with tears, but I can't let them see, no one ever sees me cry, no one, and they never will. I swallow and put on a steely stair: Pull back my shoulders and shakily walk around him, although I try to hide the fact that my body is trembling uncontrolably. I notice that my boots are rubbing against my heels, and that eyes are burning down my neck. Turning and yelling at them wouldn't do too much, I won't be able to hold my emotions back then.

"Lunch is over. I need to get to class." My words are edgy and sharp, I feel like pushing them all away. The two strangers, my sister, her red eyes. The eyes they have all seen…Great.

Tears are streaming down my face, so much for hiding my emotions. The trees sail past me, a blur of yellowing leaves, and freash greens. Like that of a emerald if you have ever seen one. Maybe I have, in the old life i find so different. The ground is soft as I push off, lunch I sover, lunch is over, my life…our secrets…over. Breathe, I order myself, sighing and otwardly wishing that my sister was gone.

Every day I hide my real self, an inpernitrable mask, rarely brocken, even used to hide the way I offten view my sister, the one who belives shes better, the one who belives she owns it all, just because she is three minutes older. The three measly minutes of her life she has had longer than me. In my eyes its just three more minutes of excruciating pain, lies and then more lies.

I know how she see's it, it makes her elidgable to be a god, its like she had one hundred more years with my, our parents. Like she had a lifetime more training after there death, a world more full of knowledge and wonder and love…all I see in her eyes is contempt, disgust for me not bowing to her. I know she hides these things. Seals herself in a little bubble, just like me. She doesn't shout it out to the world, and I bet she will never say it to my face. But its just a ploy, a scandle. And im fed up with it. People lying, every where they are lying. All of them…and me.

Hot tears trail down my face, no cameras, no scientists to run from. I just let it all out, but I still run. Not only fisicaly, but thoughout my life. Just because we are different.

The seemingly solid oak trunk next to me splinters as I slam a tightly curled fist into its perplexed surface. Its sick, my eyesight, I can pick out every imperfection, every rough ditch,every microscopic bug, even the places where spiders have spun there delicate webs, to my supprise I have leared that even such a gental touch can leave something behind. Just like a picture you see from the corner of your eye. It shatters in slow-mo, the shell of the wood flipping drasticaly inyto the distance. I feel the forgin touch of anger, it scrapes at the back of my head, another clawing at my chest, growling pounding…confusing? I smile to myself, I think its to myself. Im so confused right now my senses are hugging eachover, and I can almost see trails of sent left from mys sister…strange? But isn't she.

This comment, even though it was my own, made me giggle inside. It made my head dance in the intertwined thoughts, like a party in my skull, strangly one I wasn't invited too.

One step after another, running, free. Bored, I push as fast as I can. Squinting with one eye closed. No reason, why, itslike I can foucus more, confused sences, but one eye open seemed to help. I spy with my little eye, trees…trees…school gate…roof….floor….door…lockers….another door….teacher….chair…desk. All in about ten minutes before I walk into to a eriely silenced class room, eyes pined to me harshly. Like the targets in human shapes I used to practice on.

I can remember that day. Our mentor was looking at me with confusion as I graped one of the silver bladed knifes by the hilt, it was smooth, I remembered that, but I picked a stone from the floor and ran it across the blade a few times, just like I had seen Sir do. I clasped the tip lightly between my finger and my thumb. The look of confusion still on sirs face. I knew he was secretly wondering why I had bothered to pick up a weapon, I didn't need one. But I knew that I had always wanted to try using sothing other than just what makes me different, plus at that age, with how I had been raised, it was pretty cool looking. I layed the handle down against my wrist so it faced up my arm. Every detail is written infront of me now, the bandages that I used to wrap my hands, they twirled up my arms and acorross my shoulders. That was what I saw as my confidance, they where ripped and old, but they where made out of the things I had from home, they taught me what I was fighting for, for my parents, the ones who would die knowing I couldn't protect myself, my sister never thought like that, even then. I would turn to her and ask why she even did this. She would ask my the question, every time wanting to be in control, she would always smirk at me and laugh. "How can they die again? You already killed them once." This would twist my heart. And as I threw that knife for the first time, it was my anger that fueled its power, the blade fizzed with black energy, I clicked my wrist and swiftly released the weapon.

That target is how i see the people now, no one but me would ever know why I hit it right in the heart of my first go, no one would know that I was imagening my sister as the cutout, and how I almost screamed with joy as the knife hit the one spot I desired. The people where looking at me like this now, and back then. And I wish I had that set of knifes now.

I sit down in my next class, secretly hoping that: A. my sister wouldn't be here. And B. I wouldn't be pestered by that clock again. I am pretty sure with that thing annoying me I won't be able to last the rest of the day. Just imagine her face, I chuckle to myself. I grasp my hood hauling it over my face. Then the question dawns on me, "who were those people in the woods, and will they tell anyone what they had undoubtably seen…

sorry about all the mistakes, I did sort them out then my pc decided to turn off!

#will fix eventually!