Shane

If I had any clue of what was going to happen today then I probably would've stayed in bed. Probably wouldn't have started it with a pillow fight either…

"Rise and shine sleepy head. An hour till school starts so no more sleeping in." My eyes opened drowsily searching for the owner of the voice, when I realised it was Jesse calling me up, I closed them again and turned over to block out his voice.

"Come on," he orders, pulling off my sheets. "I've got a bowl of cheerio's with your name on it!"

Cheerio's? God this guy irritates me and I don't care if he's the only thing stopping them from taking me and Rebecca back to the orphanage, he's just so childish. I pick up my pillow from under my head and launch it at him, nailing him square in the face but he comes out grinning- he always does- and I know that if I don't move now I'll be in for one hell of a hammer throw. Even if he's just throwing a pillow, it might as well be a brick. That's probably because we can't afford a decent pillow but still…

"Right… now you've done it." He laughs and picks up the pillow. I make a dash for the door and narrowly escape as the bag of stuffing flies past my head and hits the wall opposite me.

I turn to the living room and before I can reach the kitchen's dining table a pair of arms grab me from behind and throw me onto the sofa. Although I'm dazed I still have to force down a smile that tries hard to emerge. I look up to see Jesse with two cushions in either hand, and no matter how ridiculous it looked, he was really intimidating. I cover my face with my hands and brace for impact.

Then I hear a soft thump, nothing hits me however. I open an eye to see my pillow falling from the back of Jesse's head and in the hallway, Rebecca in a fit of giggles. Now I don't usually like kids, they're just really irritating and needy but this girl was the only exception. Heck she even makes me laugh sometimes… like now for instance. And this one I don't try to hold down, especially since it's at Jesse's expense. We just sit their laughing at his surprised face while he just smiles; throws the cushions to me and walks back to the kitchen.

After eating breakfast and getting ready for school, I set off before Jesse and Rebecca like I usually do- mainly because I can't be bothered to go to the elementary school- to get to school a few minutes early. I would probably go meet up with friends if I had any but unfortunately I'm tasked with being in the worst grade in the school. OK, well maybe a few of them are alright but most of them just think I'm really weird.

Walking through the mostly crowded streets is comforting since I know that I'm not completely on my own here but it doesn't help that I'm mostly choking on car fumes. I f I looked into the distance I could see the skyscrapers not too far away, jutting out of the earth like the few teeth that an old person might have. The school approached quickly and before I knew it I was walking up the steps toward the pale cream bricked building.

I walk through the hallways to find my locker and dump the books that I won't need until after lunch. Today is going to be pretty awful; science, history, math, literature and theatre studies all in that order! How fantastic my life is… I find my locker and start turning the lock absentmindedly. Well at least I had I.T, the one subject that's even remotely fun

I open my locker to find… well, not my locker. There was a pink bordered picture of that dude from twilight on the back of the door and heap of books that I didn't recognise. This wasn't my locker, whose is it? And how on earth did I get into this locker in the first place. Surely it doesn't have the same combination as mine, but then again I don't even remember the digits I used. Just twiddling with the lock.

"Hey, nice locker loser!" Came a mocking laugh from behind me.

I turned to find one of our grade's best football players and most arrogant student: Casey Williams. He was the kind of guy you'd expect to see dunking kid's heads in the toilet. He was a stocky guy who was above average height for our grade and had messy spikes of hair protruding from his head. He definitely wasn't obese but he was a little on the pudgy side.

"It's not even mine." I retorted.

"Well you didn't seem to have any trouble opening it." He taunted. "Didn't know you had such a crush on Edward." Laughs came from the small crowd that had formed.

"Well I for one didn't know his name." I said slamming the locker shut and getting a few 'ooohs' from the spectators. Unfortunately that wasn't the only thing from the crowd.

"Shane, what're you doing in my locker?" Came a girl's voice from my left and out stepped an average height girl in my grade called Mollie Russell. Now she was easily the hottest girl in the year, I mean she had the most gorgeous brown hair you'll find anywhere. Although she could sometimes be that 'typical pretty girl' type, I thought she was cool. I don't think the feeling was mutual though.

"I don't know… I thought that was my locker but, apparently not." I told her.

"Ha! As if, you obviously knew my combination. Did you take something?" She pestered. "Or did you do something to it?"

"He probably wrote you a love note." Suggested Casey, laughing with the crowd. I tried to stop myself turning bright red although I don't thinkI did a very convincing job of it.

"Shut up Casey!" I yelled back at him. "It's not like you don't have a crush on her." This was true. He spent the majority of last grade trying to get her attention, he even sent her flowers.

Casey glared at me. "Keep talking you little sneak, and I'll break every single one of your stubby fingers."

"Oh yeah? Do you even know how to spell fingers?"

I know I had crossed the line this time. "You know what Shane?" Casey's thick features were unrecognisable under his hateful expression.

"What?" I asked, masking my fear with false confidence.

"Casey, don't!" Said Mollie, tugging on his arm as he moved forward but he simply shrugged her off.

"I'm going to hurt you so badly," He said cracking his knuckles. "That you're going to…" He paused for a second trying to find the best description of my future injuries. That second was all an interruption needed.

"He's going to what?" Came an annoyed yell from the back of the crowd. Jesse barged his way through the blockade with ease and towered over Casey threateningly. "Cause if you even lay a finger on this guy, I'll personally make sure that you won't be able to walk for three months."

Casey didn't seem to be able to talk, his face had gone pale white and his hands were shaking slightly. He tried to stand his ground but couldn't seem too hold Jesse's gaze and backed off. "Fine, I was done here anyway." He mumbled and shot one last glare at me and turned away, trudging down the dull corridor.

A moment of silence followed the departure but Jesse soon cleared the crowd away which left the two of us standing alone in silence once more. I hated him for showing up, I know I shouldn't but it just makes me mad how he always has to come and save me from trouble that I never ask for.

"I hate bullies." Stated Jesse after what seemed like an eternity.

I didn't respond. I just stared down at the floor in quiet agreement, admiring the blue and white checked patter on the polished floor.

"You know," He said softly, looking right at me. I still couldn't meet his gaze and kept staring at the floor. "You should probably get to class."

"Yeah." I sighed. Unable to think of anything else to say I just slowly walked down the corridor leaving Jesse on his own, feeling a lot like Casey must have only a few moments earlier.

The rest of the day went so slowly I could have sworn I had aged at least two years. The majority of my classes went a little like this: open the door and walk in avoiding all possible eye contact, find a seat furthest away from everybody trying not to draw to much attention to myself, stay as quiet as I can and ignore any whispers or laughs. History was especially hard since Casey was in my class, I just tried to ignore the occasional snigger, yell or paper plane that hit my head.

I think I would have preferred if Casey just beat me up there and then instead of having Jesse come and scare him away, I would have a lot less hate on me right now. I got the feeling this wasn't going to go away for a while…

"Next time you won't be so lucky squirt." Came a yell from behind me as I was first to leave history with a scowl on my face. I marched down the corridors toward the lunch hall but realised I wasn't as hungry as I thought and decided to go outside.

Most kids go out to the courtyard or the school field if they want go outside, since I don't really have any friends as such I tend to find that going to either of these places isn't much fun. That's how I found a quiet spot at the back of the school near the car park. Walking through the back doors of the school I turned left and rounded the corner seeing the car park to my right and went round the next corner of the building.

Round the corner was a bench that overlooked a small patch of lush green grass with the school fence just beyond it. I put my bag down and sprawled myself across the smooth oak bench, completely out of sight from anyone who didn't come round the corner, just the way I liked it. It gave me time to clear my thoughts but then again that wasn't always a good thing; I was told once that dwelling on your actions too much can develop into self-doubt or arrogance. Guess who by… yeah, Jesse.

Maybe because he realises how arrogant he is or something, I don't know but he seriously needs to stop being so annoying. He thinks he's so good because he keeps helping everyone when they don't even need it. Why can't he stick to his own stupid problems? Or is he too good to have any? A lot of times I think I'm generally better off without Jesse and Rebecca, and now was definitely no deviation.

Time quickly flew by as I got caught up in my own thoughts and pretty soon it was time for maths. Lumbering through the halls toward my lesson with my feet dragging on the floor, I got the feeling that today could well be one of the worst days of my life. Walking into the classroom I found it to be full of rabble so I was able to grab an empty desk and go unnoticed by the predominance. As I sat the teacher began the lesson with the register and then proceeded to tell us the lesson plan for today. She was a short woman who looked like she was from somewhere around India. Her accent was thick and often made it difficult to understand but she was nice enough, if you weren't out of line that is.

"Today class we will be studying algebraic fractions," A communal moan was ushered in by the class as the teacher continued to explain what we were doing today. My day could literally not get any worse right now. Then about five minutes into the lesson there came a knock at the door. Scratch that it may have just done so…

A pale guy in black clothes with a head full of shaggy black hair came in half way through the door. No way! That was that dude who I spoke to about two weeks ago after I thought I was going to run away again, he was the one who turned me back. What was he doing here?

"Hi Miss, is Shane in here?" He asked our teacher who looked at him questioningly.

"And why might you be asking?" She retorted. He answered by going over and handing her a letter that she seemed to accept judging by the nod of approval but with a lot of remorse behind it.

"Go on then Shane, I'm so sorry about your grandmother." She said turning to me and making it my cue to leave. I was about to say something back but the vampire guy shook his head behind the teacher and tilted his head as a sign to leave. So stupidly enough, I did. We left the room in silence and continued through the corridors in the same fashion until I finally gave up of waiting.

"What on earth are you doing here?" I demanded. "And what's wrong with my grandmother?"

The pale guy looked up and then behind us down the corridor with a slight worried expression as if expecting danger. Who was going to come after him? Probably Mrs Dodds, she was scary enough but it's not like she was some demon lady from hell, so why was he so scared?

"Nothing she's probably fine, I'll explain later when we're safe and there are less important priorities." He said.

"What and you expect me to just believe you?" I retaliated stopping dead in my tracks, this guy wasn't fooling me. "I'm not moving until you tell me what the hell is going on!"

A boom erupted from the ceiling and I felt the ground beneath me start to shake a little. I looked up in shock at the stranger who looked me dead in the eyes. "Yes you are." He replied coolly, turning and breaking into a run toward the front doors and I had no choice but to follow him.

Guess who's back? Back again. Shady's back, tell a friend. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's- yeah you get the point. I saidI'd give more frequent updates but, well... that went out the window pretty quickly :L

'Jimsdale' Haha yeah I'm happy you're still enjoying this, that chapter was so fun to write :) 'hermes child awesomness' Don't worry I'll keep this up until it's over or there's nobody viewing it anymore. 'Daughter of Athena20' Thank you so much for the support and welcome to the story 'n stuff :P 'Guest' I'm glad you think so, I try my best :) hopefully I'll be able to keep it so you guys are all still enjoying it.

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