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Oktalonli's Site
Never lose your passion to dream, it's the best thing given to you...
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CHAPTER 1
2 years later
Lyssa Johnson breathed in the warm spring air as she walked to her class. �It�s nice for Spring to finally have sprung,� she thought, giggling. She was a freshman in Weeping Willows High School in Atlanta, Georgia. �The name suits the school,� she said absently; all around were beautiful weeping willows, their long, thin branches touching the ground around the school�s lake.
She was 15 years old, tall, with long legs and skin the color of coffee con latte, extra latte. Her eyes were a dark hazel color and her hair, which was now pulled up in a ponytail, was black with reddish-brown highlights near the ends. She wore a light pink shirt with her new khaki colored skirt, which stopped just above her knees. Her Reeboks were new too, black, white and grey colored. She had on light pink lipstick and small hoop earrings.
She was brought sharply out of her reverie when she bumped into someone ahead of her, spilling her books. She looked up and saw a guy with a black muscle shirt under a white loose, unbuttoned shirt. He had on wild colored surfer shorts and Reeboks. His diamond earring and silver watch sparkled in the sun.
�Hey, I�m really sorry. I wasn�t watching where I was going. Totally my fault,� said the guy, who was now stooping to pick up her books. He picked them up and refused them from her when she reached.
�No, I�d like to carry them for you, scince I was the clumsy one and spilled them. Where�s your next class? By the way, my name�s Jacob Marvison,� he said with a smile and an extended hand. �I don�t remember seeing you here.� She laughed.
�I just got here 2 weeks ago from Jacksonville, Florida. My name�s Lyssa Johnson,� she said, smiling. She extended her hand to shake his.
�My next class is...� she trailed off, looking at her schedule, �chemistry. Where�s that?� she said, looking up sweetly. He laughed and gestured to her.
�It�s way the hell over there,� he pointed, �but right now it�s lunch. You hungry?� She nodded. They walked to the courtyard, where she was astonished to see a small version of Wendy�s, McDonalds, SteakOut, and a few other fast food places.
�Whoah. You have good food here, and not just cafeteria crap?� she laughed. �My old school food was good, but never THIS good!� Jacob laughed.
�Yeah, it�s pretty good food here. We do have 2 cafeteria lines in case you don�t wanna pay for this food. Cafeteria lunch is only $1.50. It�s not too bad,� he got in line behind her at the Wendy�s line. Just then a voice called out,
�Jacob! Yoohoo, Jacob! Over here babe!� Jacob cringed and ducked his head. He looked up slightly and groaned.
�Oh no, it�s Lory Morrison, the school�s preppy cheerleader. Run!� he whispered to Lyssa. She looked at him strangely and stayed next to him, chatting about mundane things until Lori came up. Lory stopped in front of her and Lyssa got a good look at the �preppy cheerleader�.
She was very tall, and she had long blond hair, longer than Lyssa had ever seen on someone over 12. Her eyes were blue and her tanned skin was flawless. She wore tight-fitting boot cut blue jeans and dark brown zipping ankle boots. Her shirt was a frilly thing straight out of the 70�s. She looked at Lyssa and then completely ignored her, opting instead to talk to Jacob about some dance coming up.
�Hey Lory, why don�t you say hi? It�s rude to ignore new people,� said Jacob, obviously trying hard to shut Lori up. Lory looked at Lyssa, who afforded her a tight smile, then nodded curtly. She then proceeded to tell Jacob of her new dress she bought over the weekend.
�Hey Jacob, I�ve decided I just lost my appetite. Maybe I�ll see ya in Chemistry?� Lyssa said, quickly walking towards the Chemistry building. She heard Jacob tell something to Lory and heard rapid footsteps behind her. A hand grabbed her arm. She was transported to the past, two years ago, when she saw a figure running towards her, sobbing and hysterical, covered in blood.
She jerked away and dropped her books with a look of fear on her face, like a cornered rabbit.
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