(Life) Wakening

Monday morning came and found four friends inside a sleek silver sport Mercedes SLK parked in front of a wide open gate.

“Man did we have to wake up at such ungodly hour. I’m sleepy.” Christopher, a 5.9 feet tall, curly dirt blond hair with green eyes and well fit body, grumbled.

“Chris stops being a pain in the ass. We all wake up at the same hour and nobody is complaining.” Michael teased.

“Well I don’t see the point of waiting for him. Sooner or later we’ll meet him at school”

“But like this we’ll have a chance to speak to him in the parking lot before anybody else. We all agreed with this yesterday.” Josh relied.

“If we had managed to find him Saturday or Sunday we wouldn’t be here. Speaking of it, is this guy some kind of ghost?” Nathaniel, a 6 feet tall with muscular body, bluish gray eyes and strait blond hair with long length boy, asked.

“He’s a slippery one, I give him that. Besides, for someone who doesn’t know the way to school he’s surely taking his time.” Michael was complaining when suddenly his cell phone rang “Michael he’s exiting the Estate. Get ready to roll.”

Everybody watched silently as a black mini cooper convertible, with the roof on, rode pass them followed by a red Audi S5 Cabriolet that carried the rest of their friends. They quickly followed them and after a few minutes even passed by the red Audi so they could have a better view of the driver of the black mini.

But to their dismay they couldn’t quite see the boy’s face through his rearview. They kept shadowing the newcomer till they arrived to the school parking lot, which at this hour of the morning was brimming with activity of their fellow school mates. Not managing to park near the mini they quickly headed in its direction, not even acknowledging the dreamy stares of the boys and girls who perceived them as their idols, but only to find that the ‘slippery ghost’ had already been engulfed by the Monday morning crowd.

“Well that’s precious. Not even waking up at 6 am did we manage to meet him.” Chris grumbled while they walked to their corresponding classes.

Not in the mood to indulge in my pears conversations about their summer vacations or the excited whispers at my presence in their class, l deftly perched on a desk at back of the room by the window. Disappointment coursed through my body at the inability of making contact with him and at the same receiving confirmation that he was indeed our mate. I couldn’t help thinking what went wrong that morning. My mulling was interrupted by a nagging tingling feeling that was slowly intensifying till it became constant just as a hooded figure stepped through the classroom threshold.

“Is this World History classroom?” Asked a hooded figure with a soft but clear voice to a nice brunette girl. “Ah… Yes it is… Professor’s Mackenzie.” She babbled. “Thanks!”

I glared as the stranger proceeded to the back of the room with a feline way of walking and sat on the desk next to mine. His presence was pulling me in. I couldn’t keep my eyes of his figure and started to mentally analyze his clothes since his face was obscured by a black oversized hoodie, his black jeans were well-worn and torn at some places but he had stylishly applied pins to it making a clear fashion statement and he used black combat boots.

‘Well he definitely has a strong style, probably a Gothic. Damn, not even a flash of skin.’ I thought ‘But he is without a doubt one of us. The question is who? Is he the new boy or one of the missing four?’

“Hey there. I’m Michael.” I friendly said while reclining in his direction. But damn, he was rude, he didn’t even acknowledge me and it was starting to piss me of. As I was starting to rise on my seat Professor Mackenzie finally decided to make his appearance and it was then that I finally saw him since he rapidly pulled off his hood and some ear buds.

He had an alluring face framed by two deep jade green eyes, a sculptured and well balanced nose, the most perfectly and full red shaped lips I ever seen, his hair was shining black but I couldn’t see its length given it was tucked under his hoodie, his ivory skin seemed to glow and if I had to guess I would say his height was around 5.9 feet. In a word, perfect.

“Mr. Michael Lancet I’m sure your colleague is interesting but can you please pay attention to class.” A booming voice resounded through the room.

“Well Mr. Mackenzie some things were made to be appreciated and they even demand our full attention, not that your presentation of the program isn’t important.” The room was abruptly filled with laughter and I watched with delightment as his face flushed.

“Well Mr. Ash that’s Michael the clown to you. Come on people the summer vacations have already finished and now is time to work especially you seniors since it’s your last year.”

‘Oh… his name is Ash.’ I thought as everybody calmed down and the class proceeded without any more interruptions but now and then I couldn’t avoid glaring in his direction. In fact, I was so lost in thoughts of him that I missed his departure, as the bell rang, and when I arrived to the hall he was not in sight. Unfortunately he was not in any other of my morning classes.



Oh my god! I’m in a Stepford land High School. Not that I had many expectations of a Private High School, but even so… It’s so… so… stereotyped. Everywhere I look perfect girls and American boys with their brand clothes and accessories. Oh please kill me now. No! Wait I don’t want to spend eternity singing in white robes while perched on cloud number nine.

Yeah, look all you want people it’s not as if I envy you lot, I like my clothes and have a personality, thank you. Well at least this place has a nice lunch selection. So much to choose from... chicken salad it’s decided. I’m surprised there’s not china in sight, maybe it comes out at 5 o’clock tea… ha ha. Wow, look at this chick with a large plate but only a couple of carrots. I hate to break it to you girl but if you lose any more weight you’ll disappear between the cracks of
the floor tiles.

A swiftly movement caught my attention and I saw pompous ass, what’s his name, Michael, exit the most ‘in’ table at the cafeteria, since everybody was fanning over it, and steer in my direction ‘I hope he’s coming for miss heavy eater. Please, please don’t talk to me.’

“Hey there. Ash, is it? I’m Michael and I sit next to you in World History class. Wanna eat at my table, they are all friendly.” I raised an eyebrow. “Thanks but I’ve got something to do during lunch.” I replied as I paid for my food and walked away. “Hey man it’s cool you can work at our table and nobody will disturb you.” Pompous and stubborn, a match made in heaven. This is probably karma. Better to smash any idea of friendship from the start. “As I said I’m busy.”

‘As if I would want the company of mindless drones during lunch.’ At the end of the refectory I found an empty table near a big window and sat with my back to the crowd. ‘Hope this discourage any rich kid from approaching’. In reality I didn’t had anything to do but to survive this nightmarish school I had to have some piece of mind and that was my break lunch. Yeah, lunch time was quickly becoming my favorite time during school. So I opened my sketch book and started scribbling. I know, I know, a cliché but at this point I only wanted to be left alone and if drawing was my only ally so be it.

I yelped and almost fell from the chair as a pair of big brown eyes, attached to a curvy pale body of a 5.8 feet tall girl with shocking blue hair, materialized in front of me and proceeded to lick my nose. Gosh, am I pumping pheromones in the air to attract such attention?

“Man you sure taste good. I could eat you for lunch. Where did you buy your clothes? They are so darkly sexy. Please tell me you made them yourself… If not I want to buy some. So what you drawing? Are you in art classes? Cause I am. It’s so cool; last year we learned how to do oil painting techniques. My final project was this big canvas that depicted a grave. Do you believe that when it was exposed I was called to the principal office and he asked me if I needed concealing? If not for Mr. O’Neill, you know the Art teacher, to explain art sensibility to the drone I would probably had to go to that boring meetings. Ah! By the way I’m Kadyn Kaethe. I know it’s a funny name, but I like it. And this one is Jazz Pallatin “she said pointing to a 5.9 feet tall boy with shoulder length chocolate brown hair, pale completion and grayish eyes.

“So where did you came from since I never seen you before? And where do you live?” and she probably wouldn’t stop firing of questions if not for her friend.

“Kadyn I know you’re excited but please calm down. Sorry but it’s not everyday we receive new students, especially one with an independent mind of their own. By the why I’m Jazz, if you didn’t get it from between all her questioning. And you are?” I must tell you that by this point I was completely speechless. But they were so unexpected and different that I found myself smiling and answering.

“Hey! I’m Ash. Nice to meet ya. And no need to apologize Jazz since I was already afraid that all the school students were zombies” I said while pointing to the crowd behind me. “So I understand her enthusiasm. Well to answer some of your questions I came from a small interior town and I’m now living in the Cliff Shore Estate. Yes these jeans were made, in a sense, by me and yes I’m also in art classes.”

“Oh… Cliff Shore Estate. Then that means we’re neighbors since our back woods blend.” Jazz informed me. “So what was that with his highness Michael?”

“Well we have World History together and he made some unnecessary remarks. But what you saw was he asking me to join him and his group for lunch.”

“And you refused him! That’s big news. You’re the first to refuse the Lunar Group. Ah! So young at this school and you already made enemies with most of the student body since you refused what they all yearn for.” Kadyn happily trailed off.

“Don’t say ominous things kadyn. As a matter a fact Ash also lives in Lunar Avenue so he by default is already part of the Lunar Group.”

And we trailed on and on during the lunch break. Was it this easy to befriend somebody? Well it sure seemed so, because soon we were laughing, talking and making plans like we knew each other since elementary school.


At the middle of the cafeteria a group of eight popular students, the so called Lunar Group, watched distrustfully as their new mate laughed and talked with the social dejects of their School after publically refusing to join them.

“Did you did or said anything that could make him reject us?” asked Josh to Michael.

“I might have made a little soft joke during class but that was because I was so dumbstruck by his appearance that I wasn’t thinking right. But that’s not the point. I’m sure he’s part of us and we absolutely need to lure him in.”

“So the games begin, sorta of speaking” said Katherine, a striking young woman with waist length wavy auburn hair, olive-green eyes and a 5.9 feet tall pinkish and well fit body. Eight heads nodded.

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Thanks for the review Eriica. I was quite anxious after publishing this story thinking that nobody would want to read so your comment was really important to me. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes and I promise that I will try harder, even with my limited English knowledge. : D I’ll also try to keep it interesting ; )

Following Antaris and Anonity (you both have my eternal gratitude - *bows) very good suggestions I edited the chapters, hope it is now more reading friendly.