A Dark Discovery (A Nocturnal Hunger Novel)

Chapter One

Bonnie Hall's Point of View (June 21st, 6:00 A.M)

A train horn sounded loudly interrupting my thoughts. I stretched. Phew. What a night last night! I thought to myself as I sat up, the sheets making a rustling noise, as I slid my legs out from under them. Walking over to my closet, I opened the doors. It had four shelves in the back. The top one had pants. The next down had shirts, long sleeved and short. Then the next had warm shirts, sweaters and jackets, and the last had my socks and underwear on it. I grabbed from the closet's depths, a pair of black jeans, which were ripped at the bottom, and had holes in the knees, and a black t-shirt which I stole from my mom, that featured a Metallica concert from when she was a teenager. This had several holes in it, as it was older then me, but it was still my favorite shirt. Switching shelves, I pulled out a black bra and it's counterpart. I recalled as I put on my clothes the day I asked Mom for the black set of underwear. She'd refused to buy them at first saying that I didn't want to give anyone the wrong impression, because stereo-typically, a woman with dark underwear had similar standards, stained black with sinful debauchery. I told her that I highly doubted anyone would be seeing my underwear, as I would not be sleeping with anyone soon, and if I did, and if they got that impression, they clearly were not the kind of person I'd want seeing my underwear again.

"Bonnie! It's time for you to go to school!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm coming!" I hollered back, quickly getting dressed, and grabbing my backpack from the kitchen as I said goodbye to my mom. I ran out the doorway of our two bedroom apartment, and down the main stairwell, that led out of the building. I turned right onto the sidewalk, and ran until I was out of sight from the apartment window. After which I slowed to a walk. A school bus drove past me, and I could hear the kids inside screaming and laughing. And that, I thought as I turned right at the street corner, is why I hate school. Even though I'm in high school now, and almost graduated, The other kids only seemed to get stupider. I mean, not academically stupider but socially. Some of the people there try to get A's and make their parents proud, but all they do is just do as other people say, and yell at anyone who does otherwise to "Grow up and be mature." Some do nothing, slack off and treat life like it's a game. They think they can do whatever they want and still make it in life. Granted, some are a happy medium of obedience and slacking, but their views still follow one principle or the other, and they only lack the will to make their views a reality if they have any at all. That's why I'm special. I thought. That's why my friends are special. I watched another bus drive past me, going the other way, towards school. I'm glad I met my friends, and found out how to do all this stuff. My mom would be mad that I'm skipping school, but I'm making more money than her, and I get to do whatever I want. I took my backpack off my shoulder and opened it. My backpack was a jumble of things. My tablet, my 3DS, my Chromebook which I stole from school, and my wallet, which, though I could not see them, I knew was filled with one-hundred dollar bills. I took out my iPod, it was just a small little thing and switched it on. It played automatically and "A Kiss to Remember" by My Dying Bride began to play. I smiled inwardly and listened as I strolled down the street. After that song was done playing my genre setting kicked in playing all songs by goth bands first and "Evisceration Plague" by Cannibal Corpse began. I turned it up, as it is ethically wrong to listen to Cannibal Corpse and Graveworm quietly. I kept walking until I came to a small cafe that bore a sign labeled "Suzzie Bean's Coffee House". On the window, a small sticker emblazoned with "Free Wifi!" featured a prominent place on the door. "Perfect," I said to myself. "that's just what I need." I walked in and sat down in a booth. The seats were red with soft squishy cushions and the place had the scent of various makes of pie in the air. I sighed as I opened my backpack and removed my stolen Chromebook from it's depths. I took one of my earbuds out as the waitress walked up to my table.