Stifling a sorrowful sigh, I rummaged around in my school bag and pulled out the pretty pink lip gloss my mum had given me for Hanukkah. As applied it onto my lips I could not help but compare my unremarkable reflection with someone as dashing as Melanthe. There was no doubt that hers and Jason's friends would be nothing less than beautiful, and I, a plain-featured girl would find no place in their group.

I ran my fingers through my long hair, glad that I had at least decided against cutting off my dark locks. The bob style had become fashionable in my area just before I had left. But here, most of the girls wore their hair long.

"Well, here goes nothing," I muttered to myself, turning away from the mirror and walking towards the door.

I entered the busy hallway full of students buzzing with lunchtime excitement. Most of them stood bunched up by the lockers in their small clichés, eyeing me, the new girl, with minor curiosity. But as soon as I passed them, they turned back to their friends convinced that I could never fit in their high school niche.

Finally, after regarding many confusing signposts, I found my way into a cramped cantine overflowing with hungry teenagers and the odd teacher weaving their way through the crowds towards the staffroom.

Never in my life had I felt so claustrophobic. Everywhere I turned I would bump into someone and provoke a dirty look and a very disgruntled, "Hey, watch where you're going!" I ploughed on through the endless horde, searching for a glimpse of the only two faces I recognised, but could not find them. In the end I just gave up. I was starving and I needed to eat.

After almost being skewered by a careless student messing around with a pen knife, I discovered the only available table in the room. It was empty apart from a boy with a sweeping black fringe sitting in the far right corner. Relief flooded through me and I headed straight towards it, not caring who I collided with in my beeline. It did not once occur to me, as I forced my way past a gang of skaters, that there actually be a reason why this boy was there alone.

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NEED HELP TO MAKE THIS MORE SCARY. Mwhahaha. >:)

I am experimenting with horror in this piece. Instead of just making it all blood and gore I was thinking about adding a dash of mystery (a genre I have never written before) and a little bit of romance. I know that romance is odd in a piece like this, but that is why I am experiment.

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updated Jun 18 '11 by Lexiehar