Shaun
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, or care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores by a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first day at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black shirt and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a previous life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the table in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes you get used to when you live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play volleyball or something.
But she was much more beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
I'm not sure why it had to be me. If I'm really honest with you, I hated myself.
I was fourteen when my parents died. I had no family left, so I became the unwanted foster kid.
I didn't want to have to think, or care about anything. I wanted to die.
I wanted to be an inconvenience to the world. I wanted them to know how much I hated them for having their own happy lives. I shunned everyone.
I became the loner.
I look out of place, somehow. I'm the kid who's taller than the other sophomores by a head. The kid with coal black eyes.
The foster parents I was living with now tried. They tried, but were failing miserably. I was detached. Somehow, not here.
I thought I was beyond help. Beyond reaching.
As it turns out, you're not always right.
Serena
It was my first day at school. I was transferring, in the middle of the semester, to a school in Phoenix. I was moving here with my mom.
The school was relatively big, but what was different was that the each grade had lunch at a diiferent time from the others.
Only one of the 600 other 10th graders really stood out. A tall, intimidating boy wearing a black shirt and black jeans, and surprise, surprise, black combat boots. We're talking the kind of guy who looks like he's been through a lot. He stared at people as if every single one of them had murdered him in a previous life.
He sat at his own table, the one in the far corner. His arms were crossed, the table in front of him entirely clear.
I didn't know anyone here; no one had even noticed I was new. It was unlikely I would be able to sit anywhere but there, and taking my soda and apple, I crossed the room.
I reached the table. Everyone was staring at me. There was no doubt about it; I was new here.
Shaun
She walked with a grace that was almost inhuman; her dark brown hair waved down halfway down her back. Her skin glowed, and her eyes were brown. The colour of chocolate. Clear eyes, that seemingly appeared deep, yet unfathomable at the same time.
She looked nothing like the Arizona blondes you get used to when you live here, the barbie-orange ones that all play volleyball or something.
But she was much more beautiful than they all were. She was real.
That was the very first time I saw her.
It's so hard to forget
So late at night,
The darkest memory
That leaves me in fright
The color of crimson,
Is scary yet releasing.
Adrenaline builds since then,
And paranoia's increasing
Evening falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness over me
Don't walk alone
Don't be lost
I'm chilled to the bone
And that's to a cost.
Blood so warm
Words so cold
Get it over with!
This is getting old.
Midnight falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness overwhelming me
It's so hazy after that,
That's all I can see,
The short, very vague
Dark memory.
So late at night,
The darkest memory
That leaves me in fright
The color of crimson,
Is scary yet releasing.
Adrenaline builds since then,
And paranoia's increasing
Evening falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness over me
Don't walk alone
Don't be lost
I'm chilled to the bone
And that's to a cost.
Blood so warm
Words so cold
Get it over with!
This is getting old.
Midnight falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness overwhelming me
It's so hazy after that,
That's all I can see,
The short, very vague
Dark memory.