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[size=9pt]Creature of darkness , the dark crow singing in the death of night , her throat vibrating with every Ungodly sounds she made , her legs moving for right to left , her body swaying as they did so . The moon was high on the sky , shining like a huge orb , watching the pitiful living creatures beneath her , a devious smile painted among her pale face as she did so ; inside herself , she was laughing . Laughing at those silly creatures that every night would walk out of their houses only to point at her and whispering about her beauty and grace .

Caw , caw ! continued to sing the dark crow , her wings spread wide , her jet black feathers shining in the moonlight . Her lithe body arching itself as the magnificent wings flapped once , then twice , then she felt her legs floating in the fresh night's air . Turning her black head around , the old bird gazed back to the spot she spent her morning in ; letting another sound escape her throat , she landed on a house's roof , her wings taking their place back among the crow's body .

No , no , please don't cry my sweet kid , for there is nothing to be afraid of ! the woman from the next house told her weeping child , hugging the young man tightly to her chest . He was thinking , weeping and sobbing , claiming that he saw a shadow without owner wandering aimlessly through his bedroom , his gleaming red eyes and toothy teeth aimed for his flesh . The crow titled her head , a dark smile painting over her beak . What a lie ... How many lies have been told , from since the beginning of the times ... ' There are no such things as demons , Hell and Heaven , monsters ... ' Ha ! Fiddlesticks ! They are as true as you are , as I am . Maybe , a little bit too true . Mothers , telling that to their naive children , but they don't even know the truth ... The science tells us how the human evolved from a monkey , in a long and painful process . The religion , on the other side , tells us that a divine creature under the name of God created everything we see now in only six days , resting in the seventh and how He sent his own Son on Earth to save us from sin . But we , colorless creatures that are sinning with every step we take ... Can we , as living being , can we truly be the only ones that populate this round ball ? the crow's voice was more like a dark whisper , her beak moving among with the words and making such an addictive sound . A low , seductive voice that was just like flowing warm chocolate , every word spoken with pride and grudging sensuality , her tongue rubbing softly against her throat as she did so .

No , oh , no ! her black , emotionless eyes watched the child with greed , and anger . A dark silhouette appeared next to the child , running his long fingers through his hair , his devilish tail swaying from left to right . The bird's eyes gleamed as she watched the scene , her dark smile growing bolder .I assure you we are not . [/size][/justify]

[justify][size=9pt]It all started in a Friday, around three PM, when I was in the South Western High school's cafeteria, still waiting to get my food . Honestly, I didn't liked the lunch breaks, especially when your mom forgets to make you sandwich and you have to wait forever to be your turn to take that joke of food ... And adding to that, there are way too many peoples in a room rather small room , and the cook looked kinda scary ... And those ladles are quite dangerous, too .

My day had a otherwise " decent " start; the alarm rang ten minutes later, I lost my favorite bracelet, I was late for chemistry and now, at the cafeteria, I was welcomed by something I like to call a " flying " plate that almost slightly touched my nose, passing by so quickly that I could barely process what just happened; it seems like the ones from first year had a little fight You can't help them, those fourteen - years - old think they are oh, so cool, because they were admitted at South Western with C+ . I sighed and looked over the boy in cause; a pretty black haired lad , with piercing blue eyes . I throw him one of my nastiest look I had in my " armament ", and watch the boy as he smiles nervously at me, showing all of his perfect white teeth, and scratched the back of his , with a rather cheerful look on his face . I raised a dark eyebrow at him, a sarcastic grin curled over my velvet lips, and looked at the boy as he smiled to me again and quickly returned to his place, next to a girl with neat, long strawberry - blond hair .

I shook my head, curly brown strands falling on my hazel eyes . I raise my hand and brush them out of my face, placing them lightly behind my ear .Mentally spitting the floor, I turned around on my ankles to one of the dirty white, long tables, where I could spot some of my deviant friends laughing and having fun; the only boy from the gang, Hiyoshi Kauffman, was always the one to be in the center of attention, and always the one to make the other laugh with his silly stories about his family, which was very interesting, taking in consideration that only he was a mixture of three different nationalities -- which would be, japanese, american and a little bit of greek -- . So yeah , asian eyes .

" Those from the first year ? You can't do anything about them, can you ? " a high - pitched, sweet voice welcomed me; it was Sophie and nobody else, my best friend , the one I knew since I was five and obviously, the one I decided to make the high school with, too .
" Well, hello to you too, Sophie ! I said, raising an eyebrow in a sarcastic, and nasty manner .
" C'mon, take a seat ! " she murmured gruffly, perfectly imitating my action, her thin arms crossed at her flat chest . Just like she did, I murmured something that seemed to be a " thanks " and took my seat right next to her, literally throwing my plate on the table . I gazed at it with both my brown eyebrows rise, only my left corner of my mouth tugged lightly in what it seemed to be a smile, or smirk or grin or something between those lines, of disgust . Disgust when it came about the thing that was placed in my pale green plate, and what was supposed to be pilaf, but was more green than white - ish yellow . What was that supposed to be ? If that thing from my plate would come to life and start walking around, I wouldn't be surprised, not at all .

" His name is Alfred ... Alfred Jonson, and he's the only guy to be admitted with A ! " Sophie said as she leaned in and pointed with her silver fork at the boy that threw the plate, which seemed to also have fun with the girl sitting next to him . I looked at her with a proud surprise in my eyes , and laughed silently . " From where do you know all this after all, Sophie ? " I said through laughs and turned back to the boy .
" B****, please ! " she giggled, moving her way in such a manner to make herself look like a cinema diva, waving her fork in the air and shaking her head . I just loved the moments when she says " b****, please " . " I know everything that moves in this school ! " Sophie added, twisting between her fingers a golden lock of hers .

Yes, it was true, Sophie was the most popular girl and always did, since fifth grade and I could swear that she got over forty greeting cards on Valentine's Days, all of them from the most cutest boys; and I mean it . I was quite jealous, but still loved her like a sister . I smiled and nod at her as she explains everything she knows about Alfred, and how many girls had a crush on him and how cute he is in swimsuit and that he truly had a nice body; I listened closely to her , commenting her phrases and agreeing them . I opened to say something about the topic " What the heck is this thing on my plate ? " , but I was stopped by a friend of mine , who I'm not fond of that much .

" Ooopsie ! " said the girl in front of me, Gwendolyn, as the boy on his lovely name Wynter Wakely, entered the cafeteria's door and saluted me with one of those cute smirks of his . " Shut up ! " I snapped at her through my teeth, squeezing the fork in my hands; it's supposed to be a warning for her, something like : " Shut that dirty mouth of your's, that boy's mine ! " . I fully turned to the blond boy standing behind me and, as he did, welcome him with a smile and a slight wave of my fingers to him; I kinda had a crush on him in my first year, but it's not that big now ... But it's still there . Something, really small, but that something matters ... Doesn't it ? He giggled at me in such an attractive manner he made me melt a little bit inside, and then passed by, laughing with his friend and sitting two tables away .

" Emily ... " Gwendolyn hardly struggled not to laugh . " Wynter W-Wakely ... The mysterious, British, Wynter Wakely smiled at you and this is the only thing you can do ? Gurl, you must be trained ! Mh-hmm ! " she tried to imitate a black woman's accent , that turned out to such so much my ears were hurting, but then she broke laughing so hard that it made her belly hurt ; or that's what I think, when she leaned in laughing like a mad woman, grabbing her stomach and gasping for air . On the other side of the story, she was the only one laughing and when she noticed, her laugh calmed down slowly, but the still giggling from time to time ; we all threw her weird looks, and she gave us back a nervous smile .

Such a loser ... I mentally facepalm myself and take a bite of what it was supposed to be pilaf . Eh ... I confess, again, I had a crush on Wynter, but now it's nothing but something small, just because that Jennifer claimed him to be hers; she's not even pretty ! I think she got him because of her huge breasts ! " You're jealous ... " giggled Sophie, punching me softly in the arm . " Who, me ? On that sl-- ? No way ! " I returned her the punch and laugh under my breath . In fact, I kinda was .

From the morning, I had this weird feeling that something horrible is going to happen, something annoying that was disturbing my stomach, but fortunately, nothing horrible happened, excepting the incident with the plate which was not that traumatizing, but quite nasty . I stopped playing with the pilaf , my hazel eyes fixed on the plate and my lips slightly parted to shift ; I sigh . My stomach started to feel weird again , perhaps of the pilaf , but it turned out that the food wasn't that bad anymore . It was eatable , but not delicious . Moving my eyes slight to the right side , I found myself looking at the window which was placed next to a cherry tree , who stood so regally in the school courtyard . A faint wind blew through it's branches , a few pink flowers following the swift breeze and then falling on the soft grass . Everything seemed to fine and peaceful , it was an atmosphere simply angelic , I could spend a whole day here , watching outside the window to beguile the tedious hours . And yet, everything was going to change so quickly, at the spanish class with Maria Cortes . She truly was a sweetie, I can't deny it , but depends on which side of her you are . In her youth , she used to be a theater actor . You can't really know who she is ; behind the weeping mask , she's smiling a wicked grin .

The bell rang cheerfully, echoing through the noisy room . The kids got up with a big sigh, and went straight to their classes . I , as well , picked up my white backpack and threw it over my shoulder , making my way through the kids . " Ummm , hello ? Sophie Harrison is passing by ! " the blue eyes , petite girl said , pushing a few kids aside so she could be in the middle of the bunch . I laughed and shook my head to her , storming out of the cafeteria .

What do we have now ? " I asked, turning slightly to Sophie that was walking by my side, straight as a tower. " Hmmm ... Spanish ! she didn't hesitated to answer me . I rolled my eyes and facepalm myself as I reached my shiny locker, leaning my head on it . " I'm in such a mood for Spanish ... " a grumpy murmur escaped my slightly parted lips, as I watched the, how I liked to call it, " wardrobe " from before my eyes, giving it a rather intense look for a locker . I picked my books and whatever I needed lightly and follow Sophie among the corridor; I was truly surprised of the amount of kids she knew and I could swear that she would stop every three steps to speak with some random girl or guy I definitely didn't recognized . I squeezed the books at my chest tight, as I reached the knob of the Room No. 402 . It truly amused me, the number of the room, because it reminded me of " Kids from room 402 ", a cartoon I used to watch as a little kid, along with Spongebob and South Park; wonder why I didn't killed myself already ? At that age, those fourth graders seemed so hilarious and well, still do .

My " perfect " day continued, as I didn't even padded in the classroom that my way was interrupted by an arguing pair; Matthew Henris and Otto Thompson, to be more exact, that always seemed to fight until the teacher would come and they would get in trouble . In their head, their stupid fights are a game that amuses the girl; that's true, girls like me and Sophie laugh at their stupidness, not their manhood . Sophie let a sharp scream to escape her soft lips as the pair that was fighting so passionately accidentally punched her to the ground, next to the garbage can . Struggling not to laugh -- because he face was so hilarious when it happened --, I ran up to her and helped the little blond up, grabbing her small hand . As we walked to out desks in the back of the classroom, from where you could cheat wonderfully, I could still hear Sophie cursing the two boys softly under her breath . I simply giggle at her reaction and throw my bag on the seat .

" Look forward you ... " Sophie whispers in my hear and sits down . I raised my heda to take a better look, and what I saw made my eye twitch slightly . Well, well, if it wasn't Jeniffer Jane Wiggin ! I was already disgusted by her, but when I found out that she carried one self from my name ... Well, that truly made me kinda upset . Everything at her, in my opinion, was simply imperfect; she might pretty, but because I disliked her, she was ugly as hell . Her nose was snubbed, huge forehead, big breasts, her hair was brown - ish red and looked so unnatural, and she was short and average weight for a girl of her age, but looked more chubby on her; the most ugliest combination, in my opinion . I frown .

With a slightly and dainty move, the door opened just before the fighting pair, and a tall beautiful woman padded softly in the classroom . " Go to your places ! " a proud, triumphant voice demanded, her Spanish accent flowing like water in her speech . The boys nodded slighty and went back to their desks . The teacher then turned to us and smiled with her whole mouth . " Hola, les etudiantes ! " she said, giggling . " Hola, senora Cortes ! " we all raise from out desks .

Oh, how I envied this woman ! Even though she was quite old, almost forty - five years old, she still had the heart of a child . Her tenderness with whom she attended to us and her gentle smile which decorated her velvet lips in such a gorgeous manner, were couldn't be compared . She looked at me, her green eyes gleaming with a rare kindness, and I dis just the same action, but failed at looking as gorgeous as she did . " Today, I bought your tests ... " you could feel in her voice a slight disappointment . " I surely took a F ! " Sophie sighed, burring her head in her hands .

" Rosen P.J Carter ... " she called, looking through the paperworks . A brunette boy, with brown eyes and perfect lips which tended to refinement and that screamed to kiss them, got up laughing . " P.J ... " the teacher called again . " F ! " the boy laughed slightly harder and looked at the teacher with offensive eyes . " But why ? " he whimpered . " Well ... Let's see what you wrote ... "

Magellan was a guy that lame that he only could discover a strait made from stones, and not a real one like most of the men of his age do ... she said with loud voice, and even though the rest of us laughed, she gazed at the boy with a serious gaze . " And what, isn't that true ? If he was a little bit more pretty, he might have discovered another type of strait ! " P.J replied rudely, moving his hand in the air nervously . The class laughed again .

Marta raised an eyebrow and sighed; myeah ... P.J wasn't a good student ... Not at all . He got admitted her just because he bribed the supervisor, otherwise he would've took F, again . I, on the other side, got an B + without knowing anything and only being helped by Gwendolyn, which was partly Spanish . I didn't cared that i cheated, everyone did after all .

Miss Marta was disappointed in us, and I don't blame her; out class was never good at Spanish, I would say a mediocre one, but she wasn't a good teacher either. She would open the book and dictate, and still wanted us to be aces at Spanish ?

What the hell ?!

I frowned my nose and opened my notebook, sighing loudly . I was tired, and I wasn't in the mood for school either, not even a little . I placed my small head on the desk and close my eyes, my mind clouded by different thoughts, which I never though at . It hit me . Totally . My mind wasn't a place for such philosophical things, things that were hard for some to understand . The thought that hit me was the eternal question, the one that peoples searched the answer for since the beginnings of the times; are we truly alone in this world ?

I easily hited the desk with my head, moaning in boredoom; I could still hear Marta's voice exampling something boring about verbs and nouns -- I wasn't interested . I giggled at the way of the Spanish woman's way of talking, so specifically Latin, her words full of pride, every of them spoken with an certain seriosity and pressure; just like someone tried to crush them . Those small details told us about the Latin blood that was running withing Miss Cortes' blood and seriously, we all wanted to be Latins, just like Marta . And yes, I was jealous on her but more on her accent which was quite attractive .

" Emily ! " she barked at me . " Hello, are you still with us ? " even she giggled, but I, on the other side, throw a serious look at her and murmur a forced " yes " . I look at Sophie, which was arranging her golden locks who were covering her forehead and some small pimples . She was very worried about them, but they seemed normal about them -- I didn't had any -- but they seemed pretty normal to me ... I mean, duh, you're in tenth grade, gurl ! Those are sings of adolescence ! " Good, now pay attention ! " she seemed more serious now as she turned around and walked back to the board .

I sighed and again, approved Ms. Marta, even though I wanted to tell her some things . Sometimes, she truly annoyed me , sometimes she was pleasant to me; but I wouldn't see myself friend with her . I looked out at the window and was quite surprised to see an old crow, who looked down at us with his oh - so - black eyes, that were so longing for death and pain and that saw much violence among the years that some nouns, adjectives and figure of speech can't describe it; I felt how his gaze pierced through me .

And then, it happened, just as fast as an thunderbolt; the phone that was going to change my entire life . And when I say " entire ", I mean ENTIRE !

Of course, like the good girl I was, I rejected the call and smile nervously before Marta, which was looking at me quite weird . I picked the phone up with a dainty hand, and checked who dared to call me; mom ?! But it was around three PM, she should knew that I was still at school ! I frowned and shyly raised my hand . " M - miss Cortes ? Can I recall mom ? She doesn't calls me too often ... It might be something important ... " I told in a quiet, almost whimpered voice . " Fine, go ! But be quick ! " the Spanish woman sighed and turned back to the board . I simply nodded at her and rushed out the door, the phone in my hand . With fast, bur bored moves, I type mom's number, brushing the brown strands out of my face as the phone called .

" Hello, yeah ? " mom's grumpy voice answered .
" Hello, yes, it's me, Emily ! Hey, I noticed that you called me ... What is it ? " my words were quick and quite blabbered . Of course, I expected to tell me that she called me accidentally, but what she told me instead made my jaw drop

" My darling, we are going to get moved . " those were her exact words, and her voice seemed so calm and kind when she told me that ... So kind I didn't believed it in the first time . I started to laugh . " Haha, what a good joke mom ! " I said through laughs, and then muffled my giggles softly, leaning on the radiator .

" Emily Jane Knight ! I am not joking " her voice was serious now, more mother - like . " Em ... Were moving in ... " the city she told me after that made my hands freeze . Chills were playfully playing on my spine .

Paris ... Paris ... PARIS ?!

" My darling, " she continued . " I got a new job in France ... I have to go, kisses ! " My jaw dropped . I closed up, my phone hanging loosely between my slender fingers, and stand there, just like a statue . A crystalline tear, and only one, so innocent, passed down my rosy cheek; so many years passed, but it seems that there still are tears to shed . On my face you could the sadness and confusion . Of course, when I was small I did wanted to live in Paris, but as I grew up I realized that New York was also pretty good . I wipe away the mischievous tear, leaving there a red, puffy trait; my lip was easily trembling .

The new didn't saddened me as much as the way my mom told it, with a voice so warm and gentle and happy that I could even see the wide smile on her face . That small detail made me so sad . When I calmed down a little bit, even though still in shock, I turned around and headed back to the class, opening the door shyly . The bang was covering my forehead and brown eyes now; I didn't wanted to let the other see me crying, even though it was something normal, especially in situations like this one ...

Not many could feel my sadness and frustration, but Sophie clearly did since I padded in the room; she was looking at me with her gentle eyes full of sadness as well, slightly trembling . I sighed a trembled sigh and wipe away the tear that tried to take a walk outside my eyes and even if I was as quick as possible, the blond girl spotted it immediately . " Emily ... " she whispered and wrapped her pale hands around my neck . " Tell me after classes, kay ? " she whispered again in my ear and then went back to her seat . I timidly nodded and brried my face in my palms .

The bell rang, and I got up from the desk, taking my bag, books and notebooks with me .[/size][/justify]