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Chapter One: Evan



I hear noises.
I hear everything.
But none of these are important.
None of these bother me.
Because only she does.
I’m crazy now...

God, I hate the first day of school in Beacon. Everybody screaming at the top of their lungs. I raised the volume up of my ipod.
“Evan,” I heard someone screamed. I ignored him.
“Dude,” he said and he caught me.
I spun around. It was Tyler.
“Seriously,” he said. I couldn’t exactly hear what he was hearing from either my ipod or the screaming. All I hear was this “...erio...ly.”
He pointed at my earphones. I pulled it out.
“Hey, Ty,” I said trying to sound enthusiastic.
“Seriously, dude, don’t try to cheer yourself up because I know you’re not,” he said rolling his eyes. I had known Tyler for two years, but he seemed to have a lot in common with me. He just knows what I’m thinking about and what I like.
“Alright, I’m trying to be cool,” I said fumbling with my earphone.
“Hey guess what, I heard there’s this new hot girl that just transfer to Beacon,” he whispered in my ear like it was some kind of secret.
I raised my eyebrow. “So, it’s not like no new girl comes to Beacon every year.”
He nodded. “True.” And he walked away.

I got into first period class which is history right on time. Everybody around me was talking about the school dance and some were talking about who they were going to date this semester, it’s like they didn’t have anything better to say than this crap. The door swung opened and a girl with reddish brown hair came in. She glanced at my direction and her eyes were light violet, my eyes were unable to break away from it.
“Miss. St. Claire, you may sit in the back of the classroom,” Ms. Tate said without lifting up her head.
“Thank you,” she said and glided down the classroom. I mean she did glide down the classroom; one minute she was at the front of the classroom and then the next minute she was already at her seat and she had taken everything out of her book bag.
“As you know we started school late due to the flooding,” she said. “As you know Halloween in coming up soon in less than two weeks and as usually we talk about the vampire stories.”
The bell rang. I smiled relieved to get out of class, so I don’t have to hear about the stupid stories of vampires where they tell us every year when it comes to Halloween. Tyler caught up with me.
“Jesus, she was going to tell us about those vampire stories again, I mean don’t she get sick of saying it over and over all these years,” he said.
I smiled. “After all Rhode Island is Vampire Capital of America.”
He laughed. “Yep, I’m going to suck your blood.”
Just then someone’s book fell right on Tyler’s foot.
“Dang, watch wh...,” he started but he didn’t finished because right in front of him was the new girl. She was about six foot because she was like the same height as Tyler.
“I’m sorry,” she said. He bended down and picked it up for her.
“It’s alright.”
“Can I please have my book back,” she asked sticking her hand out.
“Yeah, sorry,” he said and he handed back her book. She walked out of the class room.
“What’s with you,” I asked.
“She is so hot, man,” Ty said ignoring my question. “She is so going to be going to the dance with me.”
I shook my head and headed off to art class.


Chapter Two: Evan







I went to art and handed Mr. Kingston my late pass, since I had to help Ms. Santiago move the boxes out of the hallway. I took a seat at the end of the room. In art we could sit anywhere we want and I usually like to sit in back where there is a window right next to me. Nobody ever like it in the back, which I don’t why; I love seeing the landscape of Rhode Island in art class, it gives me a feeling that can’t even be explained. The chair next to be rattled and I turned. It was the new girl. I noticed that she was wearing a black hoodie and black skinny jeans. On her left hand pointer finger she was wearing one of those senior rings in graduation from junior high school.
“You don’t mind of I sit here do you,” she asked.
“No,” I said and I moved my school bag so she could have more room.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’m Fallyn.”
Fallyn, what an unusual name; it sounds like an awkward version of fallen.
“Where are the paints,” she asked getting up.
“Oh there over there in the cabinets,” I answered. “Let me show you.”
I got up and she followed me to the cabinets. Stacey, the most popular girl in this school, got up and started to move toward us. Everybody knows that we should stay away from her because nothing good happens when she’s around. Fallyn took a bottle of blue, red, and white paint and started to mix the colors together. Stacey came over and looked at Fallyn’s shade of light lavender color paint, just like her eyes. I knew what was going to happen next.
“Stacey,” I said, but I was too late. The paint splashed all over Fallyn’s black hoodie. Stacey and Ashleh started cracking up.
“Well, look at that I added a sense of... paint into it,” Stacey said.
Fallyn looked up. “Would you like to apologize?”
Her voice was so calm, it was like nothing happened. Stacey never apologized to anyone.
“Do you know what you just said,” she said smiling.
“She told you to apologized,” Ashleh said. “Who do you think you are, the queen?”
They started to crack up. Fallyn smiled and she looked right into Stacey’s eyes.
“Would you like to apologize,” she repeated again. Stacey stopped laughing and was starring right into her eyes.
She swallowed loud. “I’m... sorry.”
Ashleh’s mouth dropped open.
“We should help her clean up,” Stacey suggested and she took a roll of paper towel out of the drawer.
“Are you girls alright,” Mr. Kingston asked, but then he saw me. “And guys.”
I mean he didn’t come a minute ago, why come now.
“Yep, I accidentally spilled Fallyn’s paint,” Stacey explained.
“Okay,” he said and he went back to his desk.
“I think I’ll go and change,” Fallyn said.
“I’ll help you,” Stacey offered.
“I’m fine going by myself,” she said.
“Oh,” Stacey looked disappointed.
Fallyn went out the classroom. I was starting to think that this was a dream because no way I just heard Stacey said sorry. I got back to work on my screwed up tree. The tree itself didn’t look right and the branches looked awkward. I ripped the paper out and trashed it.