to the same old shit town I had been forced to leave, at least from my first look around the school I was doomed to attend. I should have realized as soon as I got out of my dad’s new car that it was only going to go downhill, and simply because I was different. In this aspect, Oakland was just like Oregon, full of fakes and whores and smoke and prejudice. I hated it already, because I knew there would be no one I would be able to get close to. Honestly, I was more afraid of all these city-goers than anything.
My backpack was even a crucial mistake. The other girls stared at me, batting black, thick eyelashes accusingly at me as they swung large tote bags over their shoulders. It was always like this; there was always some physical possession that cut you out, cut you down and made you the outcast. And it was always that way with me; I was always one step behind, it seemed.
But he caught my attention like a freight train, shadowy green-brown eyes boring into me from across the courtyard. He was angry, skeleton looking, a beat up, bruised atmosphere settling over his dark eyes. I shied at his penetrating gaze, feeling such strong emotion barreling form him, I had no idea what to do. What had I done to deserve this already, why was this creature, swirling in smoke, already targeting me?
