Flight Or Fight

chapter one.

"I finally did it!" Moriah Morwitz stood in the front corridor of her hallway, holding the dead rabbit's corpse up to her side. Smiling from ear to ear. Caroline Morwitz sat on the sofa reading her novel. "That's great honey." Not even realizing what the small twelve year old had done. Moriah had always been an odd girl. Her father had always been quite odd too. Nathanial Morwitz was known for being a strange man. He was a scrawny man. Always had been, his entire life. He was bullied as a child, but always had this creepy grin spread across his face. Moriah had been taught how too shoot a gun at eight. How to shoot an arrow at ten. Through the years Moriah learned many things that the normal child wouldn't even bother to THINK of doing.

Her fluffy light blonde hair bounced up and down as she sped walked down the hallway of the large school. Moriah's eyes were set on the two boys. Her books clutched against her chest. Celeste Moore had jogged slowly behind her, finally catching up to her putting her hands in her sweat pant's pockets. The two girls were quite different. Celeste was taller then most of the boys, and had bright red hair. Freckles were scattered across the slender girl's body, with very slim arms and legs. She had a pointy nose and grey eyes. On the other hand, Moriah was much shorter than Celeste, at least 5 inches. Moriah was short for her age. She had turned sixteen almost thirteen months ago, and she hated every minute of it. The stress was so overwhelming, and even if she wanted so, she would never have a sweet sixteen. Moriah had platinum blonde hair with darker roots and tips, Which were an dark brown. Moriah's eyes were a bright emerald green, with sea foam sparks that could be seen from a mile away.

Moriah had arrived at her destination. Cyfrin's locker. Moriah sighed as she grabbed the tan boy's ear and pulled him aside, smacking her thick dictionary in the side of his cheek. Moriah gave Celeste her books and looked back at her best friend, Cy. "Cy! you cannot let Andre treat you like that I-" Moriah stopped suddenly as the pale skinned boy started to laugh. "Moriah, I don't understand a word you're saying in that.. accent!" Cy said, holding back his tears of laughter. The last bell rang and the group ran too there separate classes.