At 5:30am I walked out the front doors wearing a black corset top, a red & black plaid skirt, black fishnet stockings, & over-the-knee stiletto boot; a black parasol in my right hand with a Lady Black purse on my left arm & my long white hair streaming behind me. Sebastian held open my door as I stepped back into the limo I rode in early this morning, Breaking Benjamin blasting through the speakers. We turned out of the driveway & I started seeing kids walking or riding their bikes along both sides of the street. Some turned their heads & stared at the raven black limo passed them blasting music. I chuckled to myself as the song switched to 3 Days Grace but then sighed as I realized we were pulling up to the front steps of the school. I touched up my makeup, put on my sunglasses, & turned off the music as Sebastian came to my door. He opened the door & handed my parasol to me as I stepped out. I looked at the school & tried not to laugh. It was a basic ordinary school with brick walls, gates, & security cameras. Above the door was a banner with the mascot, a black raven. But what almost made me laugh was seeing all of the cheerleaders & jocks that were everywhere. Sebastian walked ahead of me & held the door open to the front office. As I walked through the crowd, they parted like the Red Sea, their thoughts whispering about the newest Goth chick that just climbed out of a limo with butler at her side. My eyes found the jocks from yesterday & I shot them with a look of poison, which they flinched & stepped away. I giggled & walked into the front office, letting the door be my barrier between me & those ‘plastics’. We stopped at the principal’s office & Sebastian knocked on the door. “Come in,” we heard someone gruff from the other side. My butler opened the door & followed me inside. Behind a large power desk was a large man in a neat suit & a mustache that looked like he was wearing a squirrel on his lip. He motioned for us to sit down & we took the two seats in front of him. I was soon staring at a nameplate that read Mr. Alford. He took out a folder from a file cabinet behind him & opened it. “So…” he looked up at me with black beady eyes, “You’re the famous Lilly Lexington I’ve been hearing about is that right?” Sebastian cleared his throat, “Yes. This is Ms. Lexington. I have a list of classes she is required to take,” he hands Mr. Alford a paper, “At the request of Mr. & Mrs. Lexington.” The principal opened a drawer & took out a pair of very small reading glasses. He looked over the paper & typed up something on his computer. “Well, I guess we can make some changes since at her old school she already has all of her graduation requirements.” In the far corner, an enormous expensive looking copy machine whirs & out comes a piece of paper that I assume is my new schedule. Mr. Alford gets up, grunting, & goes to it. The principal looks it over then hands it to me. At the top is my full name: Lillian S. Lexington; my grade level that it’s always been, 11th, & a list of my classes. Mr. Alford sits in his chair as the bell rings for 1st period, “Well, I will let you be late to your classes for just this week. Now go on & get to class.” I grab my Lady Black purse from the floor as Sebastian already beat me to the door & have it open. I step out of the office & look down at my schedule. My 1st class is ok: Guitar 1. I look up at Sebastian, “Well, I better get to class then,” I say, pulling out my black iPod Nano. Sebastian nodded, “I will come pick you up at 2pm. Good day, Ms. Lexington.” He bowed & walked out to the limo. I sighed & looked down at my schedule as the final bell rang for the start of class. As I walked towards the orchestra room, my eyes scanned the hallways, taking in the look of the school. Plain white tiles clashed in with the same color walls with the blue lockers the only color. The doors to the classrooms were the same blue colors as the lockers as I walked past them. “Hey! Goth chick!” I grimaced & turned around, knowing fully well who it was. At the end of the hall were the same jocks from earlier today. Ok, either their skipping class or they were looking for me, I thought to myself. “What is your problem? Why did you come to this town you freak?” asked the blonde jock, who seemed to be the biggest. I smirked to myself. “I think you guys are my problem. I mean come on, stalking me at my house? Don’t you guys have some cheerleader girlfriends you should be f*ing in the bathroom right now?” I said, shooting a look of poison at them. I turned away from them but was held back by my wrist. I turned around & twisted the blonde jocks arm behind his back, “Alright. Let me make this clear: you leave me alone, & you & your friends can keep their arms. You got me?” I hissed into his ear. Tears welling up in his eyes, he nodded. I nudged his in the back with my boots & let go, letting him topple to the ground face first. I combed back my hair & turned away from them, lucky that I have special angel powers. “I’m gonna get you b**ch!! One day you’re gonna pay!” I hear him yell to me. I placed my hand on the door handle & laughed. I stepped outside & let the door shut behind me. Oh this year is gonna be interesting, I thought, feeling my eyes tingle knowing that their glowing. I walked to the orchestra room to the sound of guitars being strummed. There were students in chairs on each level of the floors, which I suppose did that for chorus, band & orchestra. The teacher was helping out a student with large glasses & looked up as I walked in. He said something to the student & walked over to me. “You must be Lilly. Hi. My name is Mr. King & I’ll be your guitar teacher” he said, with confidence. Mr. King was about 25-30 years old with small glasses & midnight black hair. He was wearing a black Skillet t-shirt & black pants so I knew we were gonna get along very well. “Well, your guitar is in the storage room. Your butler dropped it off before he left” he said pointing to a small space at the other side of the room. “Just grab a chair & a stand & sit wherever.” He smiled at me then walked back over to the student he was helping before. I walk up the steps & set my bag down next to the farthest chair from anyone. I climb back down & step into the little storage area. In the farthest back corner, my black guitar case covered with black lace sat. I grabbed it & headed back to my seat. As I walked up the steps, I saw someone in the corner of my eye that caught my attention. All the way on the other side of the room was a boy with hair as black as midnight that it almost took my breath away. His bangs hung seductively in front of his eyes as his finger strummed lightly over the blood red acoustic guitar. The sound suddenly encircles me with comfort & safety. The boy stops playing & looks up at me, sensing my eyes on him. The eyes that stared back at my own were so breathtakingly silver that had to look away from this brilliant boy. After a moment he started playing again & I sighed quietly to myself. Why am I feeling this way about a human? I thought taking out my guitar, Angels aren’t supposed to love humans because we can never produce with them & that we don’t have the same emotion levels. I shook my head & started strumming Broken by Seether, getting lost in the song. As I finished the last chord I started coming back to reality & hearing clapping. I opened my eyes & saw the whole class was on their feet, clapping. Mr. King rushed over, joyous. “Bravo Lilly! Bravo! That has to be one of the hardest songs to play on the guitar. & our very own Link helped you with the other guitar parts,” he said, gesturing his arm next to me. I look over & have to hold myself not to gasp as I see the boy who had made me feel that way earlier. “We need to get you two into the Acoustic Guitar Competition & play that song,” he suggested, a happy grin on his face, “Oh please will you do that?” I looked down at my guitar. How can I do something like that? I’m supposed to keep to the shadows of this school. Not help them win a competition that will probably be on TV & in the papers, I thought, sneaking a look at Link, But I could find out why this boy makes me feel this way & try to keep away from me. I looked back up at my giddy teacher, “Alright. I’ll do it,” I say, sighing inside. Mr. King claps & smiles bigger. “Good! Now Link would you like to work on this with Lilly?” he asked, looking at him. Link sighed & looked at me. I felt my cheek flush as his silver eyes stared into my own then it went away when he faced our teacher. “Alright. I’ll do it,” he said, a small grin on his face. Mr. King clapped his hands together, “Good!!! I’ll make sure the papers will get to your parents,” he rushed into his office as the bell rang. I close up my guitar case & placed it back in the same spot it was in before. As I picked up my purse, I felt someone watching me. Behind me was Link, standing about 6 foot in chains & black clothes. “Look,” he began, running a hand through his hair, “I was wondering that since were doing this guitar thing together were gonna have get together to practice. So could I have your number?” I looked up at him & got out a slip of paper. I wrote down my cell & placed it in his hand. “You can call me either for practices or anything else,” I said, winking at him. I turned for the door, feeling his eyes follow me the entire time. I don’t know why, but I felt like we had a connection & that were somewhat alike.