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You’d think that once you hit high school that everything will be different, but in fact it turns into your worst nightmare. I wasn’t popular and I kept to myself, I guess you could call me a loner of my junior class. Ever since I was younger I could never seem to relate to anybody my own age. I have a secret that would terrify anyone whose normal or considers themselves one, me on the other hand I love to be different or so I keep telling myself.

At times I feel lonely and I wonder if this is what I want my high school life will be like or if I’m just invisible to the world around me. I hold onto dear life for it, hoping that my powers natural or supernatural don’t vanish. Somehow ever since I was five years old I could see things like premonitions like seeing the future, but anyway I also had another little nifty trick of telekinesis you know moving things with your mind. These powers of mine seemed to have evolved over the past ten or fifteen years. The coolest thing about having powers is to help others when I see things happen, although I get called a freak for it. My favorite power of telekinesis is by far the best, it’s nice knowing every now and then I don’t have to get up to get something trivial, I know personal gain and all that right, but seeing how wiccan laws prohibit personal gain it’s hard to remember every once in awhile when I get so preoccupied with school work or parents barking their never ending orders at me.

My name is Lilith Birch. I have long smooth espresso brown hair and vibrant ocean blue eyes. Within every inch of my eyes you could see despair and sadness. I body is slender and has slightly noticeable muscles. One day, everything that I knew was about to change. It was a day that I would never forget.
The night before I had a crazy dream, but in reality it was a warning or a vision that I had foreseen the events, or so I thought, to come.
I awoke with a scream, beads of sweat were pouring down my face as if I had just finished a hard work out session. i was gasping for air. It was the same stupid dream again or nightmare I thought. Sometimes I cant even remember, just feel with every fiber of my body. Looking around my dark, shadowed filled room, seeing the calming objects. My clocks red glow read 2am. Sighing, I told myself to calm down and relax. Closing my eyes, I immediately fell back asleep. When I reopened them, this room appeared darker, and without an sense of familiarity. I began to notice that I was standing up in this sinister room. It seemed like as I willed myself to be there.

Every inch of the walls were covered in black velvet. Ivory candles in black steel rung holders in all the corners of this large chambered room. The only furniture was a king size bed, directly in the centered part of the room. The bed was covered in black silk. Scared, I began to frantically search the room for a way to escape, but I only met wall n every direction. A crackling noise behind me, made me jump, a fire place was incased in a large opening. The warmth emanating from the fire seemed to sear my skin. As my fears grew exponentially I began to ask myself “where was I and why am I here?”

“You are here at my bidding,” the voce came from somewhere in front of me. Sitting on the beds edge was a young man with smooth green eyes and messy looking hair. He was shirtless, only wearing black jeans. On his back there seemed to be something faintly outlined. As I looked closer there were wings, one black and one white. His chest glittered in the fires light. His face seemed to be the most striking thing about him. It seemed that his eyes were piercing into my very soul and he had this uncontrollable power over me.

As he rose, I began to notice his tall lean body, as he walked towards me his grace was aggressive, but also beautiful. I began to step back into the fire until the heat was unbearable. Looking at him my eyes were bewildered and asked “Why have you brought me here? Where are we? Why me?”

“This place is mine,” he began, “ I bring it wherever I go. As for the rest of your question, let me assure you that I mean no harm to you, my dear.” He looked at me and his eyes began to melt or calm my very own fears. It began to feel as if we were becoming one, as he crept closer and closer. As I slowly began to drift into unconsciousness of sleep, he whispered in my mind. “You’ll be part of me forever and you are mine.”

I jolted out of bed screaming and clutching my neck. Beads of sweat were pouring down my face. Thankfully there was the glow from the clock, reading 6am. No black walls, or creepy beds and candles. I drew deep breaths trying to calm myself, as I looked at all the familiar things.

As I laid in bed, wide awake, I began to wondering about my premonition. It seemed more like a bad dream more than anything else. I decided that everything happened for a reason for a nightmare like this to come, and decided that I choose to believe that it was a dream. As I shrugged myself out of the comfort of my bed to get ready for school.

Everything appeared to be the same as every other day. Today something just seemed to be no different. Except for I couldn’t shake this awkward feeling that something was going to happen within the next couple of days.

I got ready the same way as any other day. I brushed my teeth with my crimson red toothbrush and took a quick hot shower trying to relax my muscles in my back. After I got dressed, I ran down the stairs and ate breakfast in a hurry because I was running really late for school. As I ran towards the bus stop, I barely arrived as the doors were beginning to close. As I hopped inside into my usual seat, the same Barbie doll cheerleader turns and said “Oh, look the freak made the bus. That’s so depressing.” Then she turned back around as quickly as she had made her snippet comment. She went back talking to her friends and made more comments, as they all started to giggle like five year old children. It continued until we arrived at school.

The next few days passed in the same fashion. Until, the middle of the week came. We were informed that we were going to have a new student join us in homeroom because he was new to the school. We were also told to help him out if he needed anything. That same night my crazy dream began to start again. As I woke up out of bed frightened. I began to think my “just a dream” was an omen and a premonition that I should have taken more seriously the first time around. I began to do some tarot card readings to see what might be coming.

The next day in home room I see the new boy sitting surprisingly in the desk next to mine. He was a tall, thin boy with short spiky almond color hair. His eyes were smoldering magnetic green eyes. His complexion was very pale, his body was slightly muscular, but overall a very cute looking boy. It was hard to look away from him. He was gazing in my direction, I felt a little strange, not quite sure why and not quite at ease. I dint understand what these feelings I felt meant, but it was as if he was gazing into the depths of my very soul.

All of the sudden the bell rings reminding us, me especially that class was over and its time of the next one to begin, As the day passed going to class to class. I began to wonder if he was the man from my premonition. Trying to digest it all or trying hard to solve this mystery I hardly noticed that it was time for lunch.
I always hated going to lunch it had never been my favorite time of day. As we got up and exited the door, I quickly grabbed my lunch from the line and quickly sat at a table in the far off right corner of the room. I began to read my favorite novel called Pride and Prejudice.

I put y book down and began to watch everyone else enjoy talking and seeming to have fun. Immersed by their actions I began to feel isolated and alone. So I quickly thought of something to distract. I decided to use my telekinesis. As I began to use my powers to bring an apple from the line towards me, when almost out of nowhere the new kid walks up to me and says, “Why are you over here? Why aren’t you talking and sitting with your friends?”

Part of me wanted to remain silent or lie and let the my apple hovering behind his head hit him, but something in my gut told me to trust him. So I let the apple thud to the ground, I simply replied to him “I don’t have friends and don’t talk to people because they don’t talk to me,” weakly smiling trying to seem not so pathetic. He smiled back warmly and understandingly.

Confused I tried to say something, but before I could utter w word he stuck out his hand and asked “Come with me.”I began to have flashbacks of my premonition and began to doubt if I should trust him. Listening to my gut, but not sure if I should I took his out stretched hand.