She wasn’t the most popular girl and she wasn’t the most social either. She was a lone wolf as they say, a quiet girl screaming on the inside.She had black red hair that fell down pst her shoulder and brown eyes that pierced through your soul. She cried on the inside yet her face showed no emotion. Only her eyes. This was her mask. Her mask of lies.
She was the physical embodiement of mystery. She was never quite understood. Maybe because no one realy payed attention to her. And for those who did, they never tried to get any deeper tha her own mask. She was a beautiful girl. A gothic princess. Beyond gothic perfection beyond imagination. Maybe thats why the boys stayed away. Maybe they felt her beauty was too much to understand, too much to take in all at once. Or maybe it was her intellect. She was much smarter than ayone in her grade. Maybe lacking the school ablities but she had had so much time to think she could solveany problem that came across anyone….. everyone except for herself. She was a complexity even for herself. She was on a lifelong quest, a quest to find out who she was.
So who was she…. She is Dark.
The setting is the classroom. The class is composed of mostly the Lars. Better known as the “popular” children. The well dressed, perfect hair and smile every second kids. And there right in the middle of the room.
“Dark, how about you read a passage.”
“Okay”
A minute passes.
“Dark, I asked you to read.”
“I have, and I must commend you on your choice, this passage was absolutely fabulous. I wasn’t planning on reading any of this, yet now I am intrigued and therefore I will stop and ponder if I shall continue my quest to complete this book.”
“Dark, you knew what I meant.”
“Of course,that is why I read it”
“How ’bout I rephrase, would you read a passage aloud?”
“Thank you but no thank you. I fear that I have spoken my limit of five minutes of this class and I have no more time left to read.”
“Dark, go to the office.”
Dark stands gladly and takes the teachers pass. On her way to the office, she notices Someone walk by. A new student. But not any new student. He was dressed in black. As they pass, their eyes meet, a warm vibe between the cold stares. It seems like time has slowed. They stop, staring at each other.
“Hello”
“Hello, I’m D-Dark”
For once the strong soul was knocked weak by his stare.
“I’m T-Trey”
He said as if he were also struck down.
“Come, come with me”
“I shall.”
To be continued