Chapter 2 I swallowed my fear and muttered, "I-I'm D-D-Drew.." He smiles and grabs my hand, "Let me show you around," he still has a hold on my hand and begins walking towards the doors the woman, who I think is my mother, showed me when I first showed up here.. I follow him through the double doors I first entered through. "This is the main room, where we eat and visit. Your training schedule will be up there," he says, pointing towards the front of the room with a man on the stage, handing out papers, "with Mr. Gillian, our headmaster.. He chooses who gets what classes, after you show him what you can do.." I shiver at the thought if fighting, or training to fight at that.. I couldn't believe where I was, heck I didn't even know.. "Where am I?" I ask with a smile. "Ms. Simmons didn't tell you?" "Umm, tell me what?" I said, with a tiny bit of anger in my voice. "Where you are.. I mean I figured her being you mom and all," his eyes widen and he covered his mouth almost instantly, realizing his mistake. "Ummm, my what?" I reply, getting angrier. "Nothing," he mumbles through his hands, "We aren't supposed to tell you who you really are.." "Who am I," I reply sternly, demanding to know, "and WHY am I here?" "You are.. I can't tell you yet.. The man you fall in love with is the one who tells you.. He tells you, anyone else will be executed," he replies, flipping his hair to the side, "even though every single person here is already dead.. Either through suicidal death, murder, anything.. Any way a teenager dies, they come here.." "Yeah, well, umm, I gotta go," I say, turning and walking away thinking to myself, I have to find out what I'm doing here and who I really am.. If my mom was always nice and pure, then is that what people expect of me?
Yeah I tried.. But I got tired because I typed it all last night.. And I had to go to school and didn't have time to update.. But I'll update again tomorrow..
Chapter 3 I refused to look over my shoulder, worried Dylan would be following me.. I hurry up to the man who has the schedules and as he slowly extends his hand to give my schedule to me, I rip it out of his hand and look at the paper. "Dorm 153" I read as I again hurry back down and past Dylan, out the doors and to my dorm with my suitcase and carry on bag.. I slam the door behind me as a girl with short black hair with blue tips, whips around, widens her eyes at me. "Your my roommate?" "Umm yeah," I reply, "didn't know we had roommates.." She rolls her eyes at me and smirks, "Yeah blondie, we have roommates.. You didn't notice how big this school is?" "No.. I didn't," I say sarcastically, "I had no idea.. Yes I knew.. Who doesn't know when they get here.." "Well, I'm not sure who would be that stupid, but oh well.. I'm Angel, who're you?" "At least there is someone who doesn't know me.. Everyone seems to know who I am.. Because Ms. Simmons is apparently my mother?" She widens her eyes at my response, "You're Drew? Drew Simmons?" "Uhh, yeah.. Why does everyone know me?? Who am I to this place??" Angel sits down on her twin bed and points over to the other one, "That's you bed.. This is the fanciest room in the whole 'school', so they call it.. They said that I should share this room with you so whoever you might have has doesn't tell you who you are.. But I can tell you one thing.. That one thing abnormal about you is that you can do stuff in this world that none of us could.." "Oh," I reply, now kind of embarrassed, "so umm, how'd you die? Unless you are uncomfortable talking about it..." "Not at all," she smiles, "I was murdered.. By my brother.. He was out with his friends and he was drinking.. He came home drunk and I tried to hide, because he beat me up all the time when he was drunk. He found me, hiding in the bathroom, dragged me out by my hair, " she squeezes her dark brown eyes shut and sighs, "he continually beat me yelling "You good for nothing brat! You don't deserve everything you have!" I cried to my mother to help me, but she stood and watched, agreeing with him that I didn't deserve what I had and he grabbed a knife and threatened to cut me if I called the cops or something like that.. He threw me into my bedroom door and I slammed it behind me.. Then I made a mistake. I called the cops on him.. I told them everything.. He heard me talking to the cops, so he was screaming at me and busted the door down, hung up on the police and stabbed me to death, " she shivers but continues," then I died.. Obviously, and Ms. Simmons helped me through everything.. She is like my second mother, but she's your mother.." I wipe away the tear I have running down my face. "That's horrible.." "Yeah, so how'd you die?" "Well, I was a total outcast at my school and to my parents and everyone.. So I commuted suicide.. I have no idea what is going on with my body.. But there was something good in my life that I lost.." "And that was?" "My boyfriend, Tyler, and my brother, Marcus.." "Boyfriend?" "Yeah, but he's still alive.. Besides, I have my eye in another guy." "Oh yeah," Angel say curiously, as I jump on my bed, "and that is?" "Uhh, Dylan Parks?" She widens her eyes at me and stares, being completely silent.