Magic and The Rebel

Prologue

Love.. It's a great experience, right?

Yeah, that's easy to say, but it's hard to actually be committed... I can say this because everyone I've dated has not been really committed. 

I mean, come on Love, I'm not a hideous creature or anything!... I guess 5'6 is a good height for a 17-year-old, correct? No? Oh well...  I do have really nice brown hair.. and my eyes? Consider them as soft brown with hints of caramel. Yeah, that's how I'd describe it.

Okay, okay, enough about my "beauty". I usually get off-topic, but hey, this is my journal, who'd read it, right? Hmm, I was talking about... what? OH, right! My love experiences. Yeah, they aren't really what you'd call fairy tales.

 I believe the last guy I was with, I shall not name names hmph, dumped me for a "prettier" girl. Sad thing is, they broke up a week after Lover's Eve. Since then, I haven't fallen in love with anyone...  

"A-HEM, MS. THOMAS!" 

Reagan jolts up, quickly closing her journal, and bows her head to hide the flush of her face. 

"S-sorry, Mrs Laurence, I.. I was.. umm.." Reagan stammers, her words overlapping each other like two dogs at play. The classmate behind and in front of her giggle and begin whispering to one another. 

"Of course you weren't paying attention.." Mrs Laurence growls, "Now, if I may continue the lesson, WITH your FULL attention."

"Y-yes ma'am.." Reagan sighs, sitting back in her seat. The girl in front of her turns to look at her, with a demonic smile. She coughs, "A-hem Lo-ser", then faces the board again, snickering to her own cruel joke.

Reagan puts her head down, tears stinging her eyes, "Zut..." After what seems like aeons, the bell rings. Reagan leaps up and grabs her bag trying to rush out the door. The class shoves past her, laughing and jeering at each other. 

"Ahem, Reagan? Where do you think you're going?" Laurence calls after her.  Reagan stops and turns around slowly. "I was uh, just heading home, Mrs.Laurence," Reagan beams with false happiness. "No no no, Not so fast, Miss! You aren't leaving just yet." Laurence snapped, aggressively. Reagan's eyes widen in terror and hatred, "Mrs.Laurence, please, I have to get home.." Reagan whispered, clutching her bag hard.

Laurence looks at her, and shakes her head, "I'll call your parents and let them know you're staying after school to clean." Reagan looked up, pure shock and hatred dancing across her face. She closes her eyes and reopens them, her irises lilac with pentagrams.

 "You're not calling my parents anytime soon, Laurence.."

Author's Note: クソ地獄 Guys, It's been so long since I've begun writing again! I'm not gonna lie, I missed this! I'm now an 11th grader, so that's a reason why I chose the 11th-grade role for Reagan and Axel. I won't be able to update as much since I'm still dealing with a lot of bloody school work. Til then, I will try to update as much as possible! Also, uh, there will be music along with it, so press play and enjoy!