• A teenage boy woke to find himself in his room, sweat rolling down his tan skin by the gallon it seemed. His amber eyes glanced at the alarm clock on his night stand sleepily. It was only inching towards six-fifty a.m. The boy yawned as he stretched his still asleep limbs in the air. He returned his sweat drenched head to the pillow on his bed to return to a slumber, but then his body snapped back into a sitting position. It was twenty minutes for him to get up, cleaned, dressed, and eat before his bus arrived at the door. With a quick step he sprang from the bed as the sheets flew into the air and onto the floor while the foot steps dulled when the sound of a hard wood door slammed shut.

    It was about five minutes, steam rolling down from under the available crack escape bellow the door before the entire thing opened and the boy emerged with only a towel on in hand. His hair waved in his eyes but he held it back with the other. Vigorously he ran back down the fogged up hall into his room before he closed the door. A few more minutes pasted before he reemerged. His worn out blue jeans covered the heels of his brown sneakers while his solid green tee hung loose over his slender body frame. As he hurried to the kitchen he passed by a locked door just a few feet from the staircase.

    A slow chill traveled down the his spine, the tingling sensation lasting for almost an eternity to his mind. Sudden lost memorize of a young man pierced at his now aching heart. Five long years had crawled sluggishly by sense the door had seen the last time when the key was turned to lock it. A large cloaked man dove from the sky in a blinding fashion in his mind's eye. Two large ruby eyes gazed greedily into his own as his breathing went to stutters. The boy's mind became more and more distant...

    "Brandon! Your bus is here, so come down her before you miss it!" cried a harsh voice. The sound made the boy, Brandon, jump in his skin as his mind returned lazily back into the world of reality. The voice seemed male, for it's tone was too low for a female's. Brandon swerved his head, panicked and grave his bag's shoulder strap a vice grip. Quickly without a word he dove down the stair case, giving a salute to the man sitting in the chair staring at the plasma television screen. Brandon's father.

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    "So, bro, you ready for your third year of high school?" asked a blond-haired, green-eyed girl. Brandon gazed up, only to be treated with a thunk on the head as the dip in the road sent his head back into seat. Rubbing his head, he rolled his eyes at the girl before staring outside. The girl puffed her cheeks out with frustration and narrowed her eyes to slits.

    "Hey, hey. Avis, just chill okay? It's that... 'Anniversary' again." cut in a new boy. His head popped over from one of the near seats. His light brown hair was brought up in short deep spikes that still slightly flopped about as the gel still wasn't quite set. Avis's face turned to a normal stage as she looked at Brandon, sympathy beginning to surface.

    "Avis... To say the truth I am sorta excited by deep down, I guess its just not the same without my big brother around." Brandon said in an expression less voice. The boy and Avis exchanged the quickest of glances. Brandon just directed his attention to the window as black clouds began to descend on the their little town.

    It was another half hour till the bus pulled up to the school. The branches of the leaves stretched over greedily to the bus, Autumn leaves entering the open windows as the rest seem to be in wait in piles in the nearing football field just behind the school. Teens were standing around an old statue that stood outside the school, a Tiger. Its paw was outstretched, claws unsheathed as its mouth opened in a growl pattern while maintaining its attack pose.

    Brandon couldn't help but utter a sigh as the bus came to a halt at the door. Trees' limbs began to whip around savagely as the black clouds began to near in on the High School. Students took notice to this as they entered into the school as fast as possible.

    Before Brandon could comment, the doors slid open and the kids on the bus rose from their seats and ran off the bus. When Brandon finally gained the chance to escape the bus he didn't stop to think and prolong it. Avis and the boy from before were waiting patiently for him. Brandon nodded his head in thankfulness as they trio entered the school as the winds reached forty miles per hour.

    The walls were lined with black and orange paw prints, the names in black or white showing who planned on graduating the 2009 school year. There were trophy cases for all kinds of events form swimming to basket ball and even to the marching band. The mission's guide also was posted in posters near some of the classrooms. To the left were two glass doors that lead to hallways which then descended into stairs as they lead deeper into the auditorium. Soon further down the main hall were silver-green lockers with more class rooms in diagonal patters between locker settings.

    "Ahh! Its amazing to be back were we belong right guys?" replied the brown-haired boy. Brandon and Avis replied with tiny smiles. This school had so many precious memories, and he might make even more ones on his junior trip through the school.

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    "Welcome students to your first day of Physical Education. I'm Mrs. Brittler and I will teach you through this semester. It doesn't matter your current fitness level, weight, age, height, blah, blah. You should pass this class with and easy A. Now, this class will have you Seniors, then you Juniors. There will be no bragging about your grade level, who graduates first or any such sort. Good, now get into four equal teams. We shall play for our first day, Dodge ball!" the teacher said as she blew her whistle loudly. She gave everyone a number and then called certain ones to the opposite walls.

    Brandon walked over to a wall as he looked across to see his team members. Being hopeful too soon caused his heart to sink a little.

    "Look guys! Its the dragon wizard!" said a boy. He held his hands up as if waving a wand. His figure was well built and sturdy. He wore a thick leather jacket lined with spires on the shoulders. The boy's red hair was hanging in his face, covering his eyes. His black jeans went down to his biker boots. Two boys appeared next to him, each wearing orange and black hoods with matching shorts.

    "Cut it out Xyone." Said a girl as the whistle for play emitted through the gymnasium. She wore black lacy gloves were the fingers were missing, cut on purpose. A puffy short sleeved black top with a silver crescent moon and stars in on the shoulders. The top went down to about her knees were her dark navy blue jeans went down to the ankle before flaring into a bell bottom cut. Small silver vine like patterns were embroidered into the jeans, starting at the cuff before growing and stopping mid knee.

    Her jet-black waist length hair was in purple and navy blue ribbons. Streaks of purple in her hair glowed faintly in the given light, like her high-heels.

    Brandon looked in her eyes once and was hit yet he didn't seem to notice and/or care. Her bright blue eyes had him memorized on the spot. They drew him in... "Brandon!" cried Mrs. Brittler. Brandon looked around then blinked. Skittishly he hurried off to the bench were he seemed to lasp. First day, first girl, first time to blow it hard.