Alright, I would like to get some reviews please! I'll give you a cookie and a warm welcome to the dark side if you do ;) I realize a made a mistake in the last ch. when I called Kira a guy in the first paragraph, but Im too lazy to fix it. Heres chapter 2.
I sat in bed for a few moments, trying to figure out what this group of kids was after, and why. They all seemed to readiate auras of power and energy, and it scared me.
I sat there for a few more minutes before I gave up thinking about it. I glanced to my alarm clock, and saw the time. 3:30 a.m.! Why me? I knew I was gonna be tired later but that didn't matter much. I got up and stood in the middle of my messy and cluttered room that I was too lazy to clean. It looked like a normal teenage room except for the dark red and black walls. I never knew why but I had always had an obsession with black. It was weird. People would call me goth or emo, but I just ignored them. It was easier that way.
I moved over to my full length mirror, and even in the dark, I could still see my reflection. I looked about 15 or 16, even though I was only 14. I stood at 5 foot 10 inches and had long, emo styled black hair with red tips and streaks. My eyes were a maroon-colored- red that was flecked with dark purple. My mom always said that my eyes looked like they contained the whole universe in them, and then she would just get a dreamy look on her face. She was thinking about my dad. My dad was never here, but I met him once or twice, but every time after we met him, we would move to a new house in a new state. I thought he was alright, a little quiet, like me, but alright. He looked just like me, but where as my eyes looked like they contained the universe, his looked like they flashed with stars, constellations, whole galaxies. They were a bit more dull then mine too.
His last visit to me, he gave me a necklace with a charm at the end of it. The charm was black, darker than night, and was the exact same color as my eyes except the charm was more black, then red and purple. He said I would know when to use it, and then he left. That was the only time we didn't move after his visit, and I had felt kind of on edge since then. That was only more intensified by this dream, and I considered going to tell my mom. She had always told me my dreams were important, and I believed her. In a way, she was my best friend as well as my mom. I didn't really have any friends, except for Jackie.
Let me say this in an easy way, Jackie is one of the most beautiful girls at our school, but also the most unpopular. Bad things happened around her for no reason and we had no idea why. She had spiky and soft black hair, with a purple streak of hair that hung in front of her face. She had her ears pierced and also had her nose pierced, but people called her gothic for no reason, other than her own fetish for black and the fact that she hung out with me. She was georgous, but also my best friend, so probably off limits. Definitely off limits my mind shouted.
I pulled myself from my thoughts and thought to myself Damn dyslexia and ADHD.
I decided to just go for a walk and try to clear my mind. I threw on a pair of baggy black jeans, a plain black T-shirt, my black jacket with dark purple tribal designs on it, and dark red Jordan's. I silently opened my window and hoped to god that it wouldn't creek. Thankfully, it didn't, and I carefully got out and started my climb down to the San Fransisco streets below.
There, now plzzzzz review!