Part 1: Ashlee
Prologue
A dark stranger appeared above me and I tried screaming, but no noise came out of my mouth. The figure took his foot and jammed it into my stomach. I felt like throwing up and tears ran down my eyes. I felt a metal barel pointed at my head an realized it was a gun. I got really scared and tried to panic and cry for help, but there was still no noise. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see three small figures enter the room I was in. The stranger above me pulled the trigger and I flinched as a beeping sound interrupted my thoughts.
Chapter 1: Falling for You
I opened my eyes, and slammed my fist onto the snooze button, ???Great, the first day of school.??? I thought. I slid out of my pink and blue covered bed and rushed into the bathroom. I looked at my light complexion, a pale color of skin and my pure black wavy hair. My almond brown eyes were almost glowing in the mirror. I brushed through my hair a few times and washed my face, then brushed my teeth.
I got into my purple t-shirt and skinny black jeans and got a pair of socks on, then let my feet fall into my black and white checkered vans. I hauled my dark green messenger bag on my shoulder then grabbed a granola bar. I walked outside into the misty fog that covered the whole tiny town of Cushing, Oklahoma.
The bus came right in front of my house a few minutes later. I got on and flew to the back seat. Everyone hated me. They gave me weird looks, of utter despair and whatnot. I tried to ignore them all, but that was almost impossible.
All of the kids on the bus were thinking the exact same thing, ???Freak,??? ???Weirdo,??? and some even thinking ???,??? and ???.??? I didn???t understand teenagers, even though I was one and even though I could read each and every one of their thoughts. I had never spoken one word to half of the people on the bus and they automatically assumed I was a horrible person. Dirty, little, rotten teenagers.
There was also a huge commotion about a new kid on the bus. I faintly caught his name in between infatuations and other mindless thoughts of making out with the new kid. His name was Eric. Too bad all the girls were all over him already. All over his shaggy brown haired self, with the doe brown eyes. He might have made a good friend too. I snarled quietly in my seat in the very back.
I sighed, relieved, when the bus stopped right in front of the high school I had been att
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