Shadow (On Hold)

Shadow

No copying this story, I made this one myself, and any characters and mention of my book will need my permission. Thank you!

-shattereddream16-

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If you think about it, we never really live for anything, just happiness, or the hope of something good would actually happen in your life, like love. But, we always fall for the ones we can never actually have, like a one-sided love or a love-triangle, and someone gets hurt and becomes depressed and so on. 

Thats why I cage myself up in an infinte amount of locks, to protect myself. I am damaged and I am hurt, I always think of the worst-case scenarios. I am also a hopless romantic, without any chance of love. I know in the end someone will get hurt, thats why i don't get too attached.

This is what goes on in my head everymorning, like an alarm clock, reminding me to show no emotion towards the one I like. 

I surprisingly make my way out of my warm and comfortable bed, that wanted me to become one of its kind, i sadly had to refuse. I walk over to the mirrior and see the same wide face with no cheek bones, or jawlines, I just see...me. Boring me.

I see a teenaged girl, with cold grey eyes and black hair. I'm not pretty, i'm not skinny and i'm told i'm very intimidating. I can be sweet, if you could see under my mask of make-up. I move my bangs that almost cover my eye out of the way and I slip on a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple studdded shirt and a brown leather jacket.

I don't bother to look through the mirror again, i know im not pretty, i've been told many times, i don't need my reflexion reminding me.

I reluctantly take the bus to the Hell i call High School.It's great, (note sarcasm). I walk off the bus, taking my 'Roxy' Side-bag along with me, I walk down the halls, ignoring the seas of populars and mini-crowds of girls, gossiping about some boy.

I ignore them and walk to my classroom, since there's still time left I take out my sketch book, i've also been told I can draw extremely well. I think thats the only complement i was actually given without sarcasm. I look at previous drawings of Wolves, Lions. and hearts, with snakes protecting it and slithering in different directions.

 I take out my kit of art pencils, and select one for a new piece of art. Maybe another wolf? I flip my sketchbook to a new page and start the wolf, i draw a circle for the skull and i add ears and a muzzle.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, the pencil makes a long streak on my page. My eyes widen and my blood boils.That person made me screw up. I turned around and growled mentally.

"What?" I ask the boy that tapped my shoulder, he has dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

"What'cha drawin'?" He asked.Im annoyed already.

"What does it look like?" I hiss. His eyes narrow, and he looks at my page and his eyebrows lower.

"I honestly have no clue-"

"It was a wolf until you screwed it up." I snap, today was not the day to bother me.

"It just looks like a couple circles...." He laughs, i keep a blank face and i feel the urge to punch him wash over me.

"Who are you?" I ask

"I'm Jake, who are you?Are you new?" He asks.

I have been here for sometime actually, two years.

"No actually i have been here for two years." I say blankly with a hint of anger and if there was an emotion that represents punching that smirk on his face that one two.

 "Oh..." He trails off

"What do you want anyway?" I say glancing at the populars giving me odd looks.

"Um...Well..I-"

"Spit it out, if not you're wasting my time." I say flatly, i've never been that good with being that kind.

"Well i was wondering if you wanted to-" The bell went off signaling first classes were starting. Saved by the bell. Cliche much.

I look at my stuff and back at Jake, i take my bag and mutter a 'sorry' and leave the class. Well that was very awkward, probably the most i've said to a guy for a week. I never really talk to people that much, I mostly talk to people on the Internet or my best friend Blake.

I walk to my first class: History. I never really understood why we needed to take history, ninety percent of the people who took place in those events are dead. And there's no point to war, you just gain more power, that's what everyone wants these days. And disease, we mostly have the cures for since the new technology.

I walk into the hallway and bump into someone, how cliche could this day get? Was there going to be a hot sexy guy- Spoke too soon.

But this time, he was the one who dropped his books. I kneel down and help him, he wasn't a nerd or anything, he had black raven hair, dark blue eyes and a mysterious aura surrounding him.

"Sorry!" I say laughing from nervousness.

"Its cool," He laughs and shakes his head "Cliche but..Fine." He said, reading my thoughts.

"Haha, yeah..."I trail off, he was really intimidating "I should get to class..."

"Yeah me too." He said quietly, then he added "See you around."

I turn away so he couldn't see my blush. I better not have a crush on him, i need to protect myself, get ahold of yourself Shadow! My name's Shadow, and i live up to my name pretty well.

I walk into History and see my best friend Blake, yes he was a guy. So what, i find besties are always the opposite sex. I sat beside him and smiled.

"Hey." He said then frowned.

"What?"

"You're blushing." Wow, so much for under-cover.

"It's nothing..." I trail off. He gives me a look that says You better spill everything later.

This is going to be a long,long school-year.

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A/N: Yeah, first chapter is up! Alright please tell me what you all think of the characters and if I should keep going, i have many stories so I may not update that much but they're 'Okay' long chapters!

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