Black Feathers

Chapter One

"My name is Lucifer Cassis, I'm sixteen years old and I come from the north of U.K."  I said as the teacher said my name. We are supposed to say our names,age and where we come from in front of the class so that we get to know each-other better. I know,stupid right? I don't want to know any of these bastards. Never.

It's my first year in the Elitheus School. Elitheus was a international school for persons that wanted to become something in life. I wasn't nervous, ofcourse I wasn't. My family practically "owned" the whole school so if anything happened I would just tell mom and then everything would be back to the way I wanted it to be. Anyway, after I had told everyone my name there was about 29 other students who I can't remember the names of. Only one single student I actually remember the name of and that's  the student I would share room with,his name was Paul. Paul was a short,thin guy from Norway with blonde hair and green eyes. He seemed to be nice. After all names had been told and we had been talking to each other whilst eating some suffer (or should I call it dinner?) the clock stood on 22:00 so we went to our rooms with our roommates and fell asleep.

-Next Day-

I woke up at 7 o'clock the next morning. Paul was already awake and up brushing his platinum-blonde hair. He looked like a 12-year old little boy even though he was 16 just like me. I got up and put on my school-uniform,brushed my hair and then Paul and I got down to the breakfast. We sat side by side speaking about our hobbies, turns out he likes horses to. He told me about his black stallion that he had at home and I told him about my and my mothers racing horses. We actually had a pretty good time.

At 9 o'clock it was time for our first lesson. I enjoyed it very much but it seemed like Paul didn't enjoyed it at all. He struggled to get the numbers right and I had to help him all the time.
Paul said that math was the hardest subject (in his opinion), where as I didn't really think any REAL subject was hard. I mean to run around in a disgusting sweaty circle (I mean physics or any kind of sport that is school related) CLEARLY isn't a REAL subject. Not in my opinion.

When all lessons where over, we all went to eat lunch. Paul sat next to me again, he was like a sticky bandage that you couldn't get rid of, but he was nice so I really didn't care to have him by my side. He was also really good at holding stuff for me and following me around.

After lunch we had some other boring lessons and then it was time for bed. Paul and I sat in our beds for hours just talking, we talked about horses and dreams (of the future) and we even talked about our families. Turns out he lives alone with his father and their horses.
After a while we both fell asleep.

When I woke up, Paul where nowhere to be seen. I first thought that I'd slept for to long but when I looked at the clock on the wall it was still in the middle of the night. Where is he? I got up and went to search for him. He wasn't in the bathrooms (we did have toilets but not showers in our rooms), and he wasn't anywhere in the hallways... When I had been looking for him for a while I gave up and started to go back to our room. That's when I heard a sobbing from a dark corner of the hallway. When I got into the corner I saw a tiny little blond guy, it was Paul. He was shivering and the tears was running down his red cheeks. He looked terrible, but I couldn't help but feeling some kind of...sad feeling for him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"He....he...." Was the only thing Paul could whisper trough the tears.
"What? Who is he ?" I asked.
Paul was so terrified that he couldn't say anything else but the words "he" and" feathers". When we got back to our room it stood clear someone had been in there, the beds where messy with all of the blankets, sheets and pillows inside out or ripped to pieces. There was black feathers everywhere and the walls... The wallpaper was ripped and torn. It looked like a whole herd of lions had gone loos in our room. I could feel Paul grabbing onto my shirt and he was shivering. This isn't normal, really not. What would principal Wayne say? We went to bed tougher in Paul's bed because mine looked... Not safe if I put it that way. Both Paul and I feared for the morning.