Untrustworthy *DISCONTINUED*

Chapter 1

I watch the sunrise from the window in my dorm room. I sit atop my bed, the covers made neatly and the pillows arranged in an orderly fashion. When half the sun is visible on the horizon, I uncross my legs, swing them off the bed and stand up.

I walk across the carpet in my pale, bare feet past an empty calendar that hangs on the wall and stop in front of a mirror. From the wooden dresser, I grab a brush and tug at my long, black, ombre hair. My hair is weird to most isos. Instead of being a natural colour for both us and humans or bright and bold, my hair is ombre transitioning from jet black to a midnight blue. And what's more? My hair is covered a thousand in tiny, sparkling stars.

But my hair isn't the only thing some isos find wrong with me. I finish tugging at my hair and unfurl the feathered wings attached to my back. I instantly sigh. In the dim light of the rising sun, all I can see is a silhouette of my black feathers. My wings droop sulkily as I hang my head slightly.

Everyone else's wings have white feathers. I'm the only one I know of who has black feathers! It doesn't help that there was only one other iso with black wings, and they were freaking evil! Every other iso at the academy think I'm going down the same path as them.

"Oh," I say aloud, "School."

I fold my wings neatly on my back and scramble to collect my books for the first few lessons. I shove a few text books, some parchment, my note book and quill and an ink bottle into a slate grey shoulder bag and set it down on my bed while I get changed. I open the doors of my glossy, wooden wardrobe and grab out some loose jeans, a white T-shirt with a pale blue stag on it and some pale blue sneakers. I quickly put them on as a replacement for my cupcake pyjamas and swing my bag over my shoulder. I hesitate in front of the door to and from my dorm room.

I look over at the empty bed on the other side. White bed-sheets, no pillows, empty wardrobe and bedside table. I sigh. Everyone who has been my roommate has requested to leave. It's not likely for me to have another one unless there's a new student in my year level. I spot a black cord necklace with a lilac heart attached sitting on my dresser. I quickly grab it and slip it over my head before walking out into the usually busy halls of the Featherweight Academy girls' dorm rooms.

The halls are not really that busy at this time of morning aside from two or three people who get up early to finish assignments or who have earlier classes or extra-curricular activities. Everyone flinches or backs away when I walk past, well, except for those who are deep in discussion or concentrating on something else. I glance briefly at the black leather watch around my left wrist and realise that I'm almost late.

"Great," I sigh as I open my wings and fly quickly, but silently through the halls.

I make it just in time to my Sorcery class, which takes place in the top floor of the school building. I fly quickly through the door of the mostly empty classroom. The room's desks and chairs are stacked up and pushed up against the back wall. The dirty chalkboard that is usually placed at the front has been replaced with three targets hung on the wall in its place. The faded red rug on the floor is now populated by attack dummies.

Some of my class is there, the rest are undoubtedly 'sick' or are having a little sleep in. Anyone who sees me flinches as if waiting for me to do something evil. I fold my wings immediately as I land and jog slightly, eager to catch up on what I missed. Our teacher, Professor Faren, stands at the front of the classroom talking to a group of students. His red hair is messy, as usual, and is placed carelessly over his brow. His emerald green eyes are only just visible under his hair. He wears a red long sleeve shirt and dark jeans.

"Sorry I'm late Professor Faren!" I gasp.

"Oh, not at all, Luna," he replies with a warm smile.

I smile slightly back. Faren has always really been understanding of me and my social life, I guess. He never favours students over others. Shyly, I walk over to a group of desks bunched in a corner with everyone's bags scattered on the wooden surfaces. I place my bag under a table next to the wall, away from everyone else's. If I put my bag anywhere near someone's, they'd be sure to take it the wrong way. It seems every iso in the academy has something against me and are willing to do anything to make me seem guilty of something.

I look around the room in search for a spot at the back of the small crowd of students where I can at least blend in. I catch a glimpse of a reasonable spot in between the open wings of two girls. I stroll as casually as possible to the spot, keeping my wings closed at all times.

I stand in anticipation behind the two girls, waiting to see what we are doing today. Sorcery is one of my favourite classes, and it definitely trumps Divination with Professor Tamiel. She keeps predicting a... how should I put this... situation in the future that could potentially lead me down a path of great sin. I roll my eyes at the thought.

It is only then when I see that one of the isos I decided to stand behind is a girl known as Sunset. Her orange and red ombre hair falls to about the length of her rib cage in large ringlets. She wears a pastel orange fitness bra with a slightly darker orange jacket. Her dark red jeans make her seem more rebellious than she actually is, and that's saying something. The tips of her ruffled, white wings are dyed a pale orange. She turns around abruptly and meets my eyes.

"Hey!" she says to me, her amber eyes glimmering at the opportunity before her.

"I'm not exactly in the mood, Sunset," I answer trying and failing to keep my full attention away from her.

"What do you call an iso with black wings?" she asks, ignoring my comment. There is a slight pause as the rest of the class realises what she is doing.

"I don't know," says a nervous male voice in the small crowd.

"Nothing! Who'd want to call an evil demon?"

A few isos in the class laugh, but stop themselves immediately in fear of what I may do. All eyes are trained on me. I could yell at Sunset right now, but that wouldn't be the smartest idea. So, I keep myself as composed as possible and just smile in response to her failed attempt at a joke.

"Well, okay," I respond. "While that was a rather pleasant joke, I don't think that'll help you study for your Iso Biology test. I think Professor Harper will have a bone to pick with you." A few people laugh nervously. We've been learning the different bones in the wings of isos during Iso Biology, and I thought that a good pun or two might leave Sunset's joke in the dust. Maybe even get me closer to some people. "Or, maybe you're just going to wing it! That'll probably get you a skele-ton of marks!" I continue. At this, the room erupts with laughter.

"Okay, okay," Professor Faren calls to the class in between laughs. "Settle down. We have an interesting lesson today."

Gradually, we all do as he asks. I continue to smile at the look on Sunset's face. She always enjoys a good pun, but I'm sure those are puns she's wanted to use for a while. Professor Faren explains that in today's lesson we will be practicing and learning combat spells. He tells us to get into pairs or groups of three and I instantly heave a quiet sigh. No one ever wants to pair up with me because... Well. It's obvious. The class splits off into pairs and some begin to use the different equipment set up around the room, some of them firing various spells at each other.

Sighing, I turn away from the rest of my class and walk towards an unoccupied dummy. Time to go back to training by myself.

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Heya! I'm back! Well, technically, I never left. BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THAT! I'm sorry I'm so loopy at the moment haha! Anyways, I have a new chapter to write! Let me know if you like this story! Byee!~