Prologue – Part 1


Another gloomy day. The first day of school. The first day of gr. 9. Another new school to add to my list. Nine years of school so far, and I've been to 7 different schools. I went through my morning routine with ease, I had been doing it all summer. Wake up at 6, have a ten-minute shower, eat breakfast, get everything packed up and head out the door.

"Jessie, you want a ride to school? It's a long walk." My 'mom' asked. I shrugged my shoulders and she grabbed her keys from the hook before following me out the door. "Have you ever worn makeup?" She asked. I shook my head. I had never had a reason to. "What about something other than jeans and a t-shirt?" She studied my red t-shirt and blue jeans. I shook my head again. We climbed into the car and she was silent the rest of the drive. I hoped I had given the hint I didn't really want to talk.

A little while later we arrived at school and I got out of the car. Throwing my bag over one shoulder as I walked into the school, dragging my feet. The front foyer of the school looked newer and cleaner than any school I had ever been to. There was a big banner welcoming the gr. 9s and returning students. There was a sign by the office telling new students to see some teacher about lockers. I ignored the sign and kept walking. I didn't need a locker for my stuff. I looked around the foyer and saw a couple benches on the sides. I spied one unoccupied bench and walked over to it, sitting down as soon as I could, leaning my back against a pillar. I opened my bag and pulled out two objects, a hair elastic, and my schedule. I put my schedule between my teeth and pulled my long brown hair into a ponytail. I looked at my schedule and found the room number for my first class. Great, math. I thought bitterly, The one subject I hate. I decided it would probably be a good idea to find the class. The number was 257, which, by looking at the room numbers I could see, I figured was upstairs. I spied the nearest staircase and slowly made my way up. Once at the top I had a choice of which way to turn. I picked one and figured worst-case scenario, I would just end up going in a circle, which by then I should have found the room anyways.

I was watching the room numbers and not paying much attention when I walked right into someone. I looked up at him. He was quite a bit taller than me, which most people are, so I had to look way up. He had no expression on his face, no anger or anything. He was completely blank. His hair was dyed black and red and he had some makeup on. He was wearing a black hooded sweater and black pants. His eyes were piercing green. They seemed to bore a hole through my hazel eyes and read all my thoughts.

"Sorry." I mumbled as I stepped around him to continue my search. I managed to avoid running into any more people but I passed lots. I found the room and sat on the floor next to the door. I pulled out my latest book and started to read when another girl walked over and sat on the other side of the door. I looked over at her and she smiled. Her face looked painted. She had bright red lipstick, black eyeliner and mascara, red cheeks, and red eye shadow. Her hair fell over her shoulders in perfect blond ringlets. Her slightly tanned skin contrasted with her stark white sleeveless top. She had on a black skirt that fell above her knees. Her eyes were a soft blue and looked very friendly.

She would never want to be friends with someone like me. I thought as I turned back to my book.

"What'cha reading?" She asked. I looked around expecting to see someone else but we were the only ones in the hall. I showed her the cover of my book and she nodded. "I've heard that's a good book. I'm Isabelle, or Belle."

"Jessica." I muttered.

"Nice to meet you." She said warmly, accompanied by a smile that was just as warm. I smiled slightly and continued to read my book. As I was reading something caught my eye over the top of my book. I looked up to watch the drama unfold. There was a girl with straight black hair leaning against the wall with her face in her hands. Her body was shaking from her crying.

"Lara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. You know I would never do anything like that on purpose. I love you." A guy, about the same age, with short brown hair pleaded. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her forward a little. She allowed herself to fall into his arms and he held her as she cried. "Babe, don't cry. Please don't cry." He whispered softly. She looked up at him, her grey eyes still wet from tears, and he kissed her softly on the lips. They stood across the hall for a few more minutes until the girl, Lara, smiled again and they walked away. The next thing I saw was the teacher opening the door to the class. I walked in and sat in the first desk I saw and waited for class to begin. The other girl that had been waiting outside the class sat in the desk next to me. I opened my book and kept reading.

Prologue Part 2


"Jared!" Sean shouted, "Jared! Get up! Mom says you have to get up! You have school today." I groaned and slowly sat up.

"Get out of my room runt!" I shouted at my five-year-old cousin. He stuck his tongue out at me and left my room, leaving the door wide open. I rolled my eyes and slammed my door shut. I wandered around my room in the dark looking for clothes. I didn't bother with my light, it wouldn't help much anyways. It would do more damage than help. I successfully found a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black sweatshirt. I threw them on and walked over to my mirror. I frowned as I applied black eyeliner around my eyes in a very thick line. I quickly ran a comb through my black and red hair before leaving my room to start the …wonderful … first day of school.

"Jared, I made breakfast for you. It's downstairs on the table." Megan called from her room. She opened the door and looked out. "Oh Jay, I wish you wouldn't wear so much black all the time. What did you do to your eyes? That makeup dulls your eyes." She complained. I heard this every day, so I rolled my eyes, as usual.

"Not hungry." I replied. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. Ignoring the rest of the family's attempts at talking to me. Over my 10 years of living with my aunt and uncle I had grown tired of their constant happiness. They had a tendency of acting like the perfect family from a cheesy movie. They sang Christmas carols around the piano at Christmas. I generally went to my room and blasted my music.

As I walked towards the school I got looks from people walking and driving by. I ignored them and continued listening to my music very loudly on my MP3 player. I arrived at school and made my way through the practically empty halls to my locker. I threw my bag in, slammed it shut, replaced the lock, and left. I was going to find some empty corner somewhere to wait until class started.

I had my head down, watching the ground as I walked, as usual, and felt someone bump into me. I looked up to see a confused looking girl with brown hair and hazel eyes looking up at me.

"Sorry." She mumbled before walking around me and continuing her trek. I turned and watched her walk away. I shook my head and kept walking forward, studying the ground once again. I walked by a girl's bathroom door as a very fake looking girl walked out. She was wearing too much makeup and looked like one of those wannabe's trying to look like someone they're not. Her lip, eyes, and cheeks were bright red. It looked like she had spent hours trying to get her hair just right. Her skirt was short, her shirt small, and her skin tanned. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. The halls were starting to fill up and I passed several other people in the hall. I finally found an empty area and sat against the wall. I was about to put my music back on when I heard someone crying near me. I looked around and found a girl with black hair walking down the hall. She looked normal compared to the last girl I had seen. She was wearing just normal jeans and a t-shirt. She didn't look like she was trying to be someone else.

As she started getting closer to me I noticed a guy about the same age with brown hair following her.

"Lara, please!" He called. She shook her head and kept walking, wiping tears from her face. I watched them passed and wondered what the poor bastard had done to set her off. I remembered them vaguely from last year. I think she was in a class with me. They passed and I turned my music on. The volume was loud enough I couldn't hear much of what was going on. I leaned my head against the wall and waited for the first day of gr. 10 to begin.

Prologue Part 3


"Thomas, wake up." I yelled from my room. It was 7 in the morning and I had already been up for hours. My brother was the lazy one of us and the one that always got off easy when it came to our father.

"Stop that yelling Isabelle, he'll get up when he's ready to. You worry about getting yourself ready for school. You can't go looking like you normally do." My father yelled from downstairs. I looked in the mirror at my painted face and nearly began to cry. My next step was to fix my hair. My father was constantly buying blond hair dye, insisting I have the perfect shade of blond hair. It had to match my brother's hair. He always said the only thing that turned out right with me was my eyes. He bought me the worst clothes and made sure I wore them. He practically picked my out my clothes for me every morning.

I finished my lengthy routine and left my room to head downstairs. There were two plates on the table. Thomas' had a full breakfast on it; mine had one egg and a piece of toast. I frowned when I saw the plates and sat by mine.

"Don't even complain Isabelle, you need to lose some weight." My father scolded. "You're lucky I'm letting you have that much. Tell Thomas I've left for work, don't be late for school." He said as he walked out of the kitchen. I heard the front door slam and settled to eat my breakfast.

"Belle, take some food from my plate. You really should eat more for breakfast." Thomas said coming down the stairs, still in his boxers and t-shirt. It killed me how oblivious he was to the antics of our dear father. "Why do you always wear so much makeup? No one is ever going to know the real you. I'm not hungry, you can take what you want from my plate."

"Just hurry and get dressed, we're going to be late for school." I called behind him as he took off back up the stairs. I looked at his plate and scowled. I finished my egg and toast quickly and cleaned both our spots. Thomas came back down the stairs in his typical jersey and blue jeans.

"Don't look so glum, you're starting a new school. A fresh start, new friends." Thomas encouraged as we headed out the door to his car. Our father had bought him a car for his 16th birthday last year. I attempted a smile as I climbed in the front seat beside him. We drove to school and I put on the best smile I could muster and walked into the school. Thomas followed me in and then looked at my schedule so he could help me find my first class. Despite all my worries about being late for school, we were fairly early and there weren't a lot of people in the school yet. I made a mental note of where the class was and left to find a bathroom. I found a bathroom fairly quickly and went in to check my makeup. I didn't want to take the chance of looking ugly here. I decided everything was okay and started to head back to class.

As I walked out of the bathroom I almost jumped at the site of the guy watching me. Thomas had told me about people that looked like this guy, but he scared me. He was dressed in all black, had black and red hair, and even black makeup on. What caught my attention were his eyes. His eyes were a brilliant green that seemed capable of seeing through anything. After taking in the appearance of him, I turned and walked back to class, taking a seat on the floor by the door. I made sure I sat just right so no one could see under my skirt and waited. I watched as a girl came down the hall holding her schedule and looking at the room numbers. She looked very plain, but she was pretty anyways. She had on regular jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was just in a ponytail. She had a natural beauty to her that I envied. If I looked like her, I bet my father would be happy. I thought to myself.

I was still watching the girl when she stopped in front of the door I was at, checked her schedule again, and sat down. She glanced at me then pulled a book out of her bag and started to read.

"What'cha reading?" I asked. She looked surprised that I was asking her a question. She glanced around then realized I was talking to her and showed me the cover of her book. "I've heard that's a good book. I'm Isabelle, or Belle."

"Jessica." She muttered.

"Nice to meet you." I replied. She started to read again and then both of us turned to see what was happening across the hall.

"Lara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. You know I would never do anything like that on purpose. I love you." A guy pleaded. He had short brown and dressed pretty normally. The girl, Lara, was leaning against the wall with her face in her hands, shaking. I felt some sympathy for her. The guy placed his hands on her shoulders, letting her black hair cover them, and pulled her forward slightly. She let herself fall into his arms and he just held her as her crying continued. "Babe, don't cry. Please don't cry." He said softly. She stopped crying and looked up at him, her face still wet. He then leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips. I smiled and watched as they stood there silently for a few more minutes before leaving.

Shortly after they left the teacher came and unlocked the door. Jessica was in the room before me and sat in the first desk at the front. I sat in the one next to her and put my head down on my arms. Jessica opened her book again and started to read some more.

Prologue Part 4


"Lara, if you want a ride to school this morning you better hurry." Daniel yelled up the stairs. I ran a brush through my hair and contemplated tying it back. "Come on Lara!" He yelled again.

"Shut up Daniel, Anne and Rylin are still sleeping. Besides, I'm coming." I called back. My dad had already left for work and Daniel was leaving for work. I grabbed my bag off my floor and ran down the stairs. I knew Anne would be up soon to get her and Rylin ready for school so I wasn't too worried about them. I also knew dad would call from work to make sure they were up in time. It was only 6:30 so they didn't need to be up just yet.

"Why do you go to school so early? You're going to be there by 7." Daniel said as I came down the stairs.

"I told Shane I'd be there." I replied, pulling on my shoes. I didn't really have many friends at my school but Shane was always there for me. We had been dating since sometime in gr. 8 and now that we were in gr. 10, I couldn't imagine being without him.

"Shane, Shane, Shane. That's all you talk about. I know a girl who has been talking about Shane all summer. I think you need to leave Shane. Find someone that's worth it." Daniel said quietly. I ignored him as I climbed into the front seat of his car. We drove in silence the whole way to school.

"Thank you for the ride." I said angrily as I got out of his car and slammed the door behind me. He drove away quickly and I walked up to the school. I was just about at the front doors when I saw a car pull up with Shane in it. Some girl I had never seen was driving the car. As he was getting out of the car she leaned over and hugged him. He closed the door and walked around the car then saw me.

"Lara!" He called running to me.

"Who was that?" I asked, motioning to the girl in the car.

"Oh her? That's Rachel, she's my sister's friend." He replied.

"Why did she hug you?" I asked flatly.

"Oh… uh… you saw that?" He asked. I felt the tears begin as I turned and walked away. "Lara, don't run from me. Please." He pleaded behind me. I ignored him and kept going. I went to my locker and threw my bag in. Shane caught up and tried to hug me. I pushed him away and kept going. "Lara, please stop!" He yelled. People were watching us all through the halls. He stopped yelling for a while but continued following. I stopped and turned around to face him.

"How many?" I asked. He stopped and almost looked afraid. He kept opening his mouth to say something but shut it every time. "Shane! How many?" I asked again. He still didn't answer me. His mouth kept moving but he was just staring. The tears started again and I turned around and started walking again. More people were looking now because I was fully crying.

"Lara, please!" He called. I shook my head and continued walking, wiping tears from my face. I noticed there was a guy sitting by himself in the corner, dressed all in black. He had been in one of my classes last year so I knew who he was. He seemed to be watching me, not just looking quickly like everyone else. The other people all looked then quickly looked away. He just kept watching. I kept going, right past him, and Shane continued to follow. Calling after me and trying to convince me to stop.

After storming around the school for half an hour I grew tired and leaned against a wall, crying into my hands. Shane caught up and stood in front of me.

"Lara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. You know I would never do anything like that on purpose. I love you." He pleaded. I just stood there silently. I could feel my entire body shaking and I couldn't stop. After a while Shane put his hands on my shoulders and gently pulled me towards him. I let my hands drop and leaned on him as I continued to cry.

Over his shoulder I could see two girls staring wide-eyed at us. One was holding a book, the other looked like someone had painted her face.

"Babe, don't cry. Please don't cry." Shane pleaded quietly. I looked away from the girls and looked up at him. He kissed me softly on the lips and I stopped crying. Everything I had felt melted away with that kiss and I just stared up at him for a few minutes before we walked away. "You know I would never try to hurt you. I love you, and only you." He said. I nodded and continued on silently. We wandered around aimlessly for the rest of the morning, waiting for class to start once again.

A/N Here is the beginning of a new story. I hope the 4 characters are easy enough to understand so far; I don't want them to be too complicated. So please review and give me your opinion on this.