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If I Had A Title For This It Would Be Up Here

RenGrey · 2011-11-29T05:49:43Z

Chapter One The October air griped me in an inescapable bear hug. My bare arms and fingers tingled and prickles with goose bumps with the lowering temperatures. Despite the low temperatures I was not cold or shivering like my schoolmates who wore even warmer attire than I. A cold hand gripped the back of my neck, not hard enough to hurt - but it got my attention hurtling me out of my own thoughts into the reality that I had come to assimilate into durning these past few days. It all came back to me in a train of memories, to my dismay it was missing many of the cars I needed. I was at the school Fall Festival, for a school who's name I had just today been able to recite to memory with people I scarcely knew. Three days ago I had just - appeared in one of the schools classrooms while it was in session. I had - and still didn't have any idea how I had gotten there. All of my memories prior were nonexistent. Every time I tried to remember it was like running head on into a brick wall shrouded by a mass of writhing fog in which your vision was masked. The only things I knew were a name, and my age. I took the name and made it mine even though I wasn't sure. I looked up ignoring the hand gazing into the sky. No stars were visible tonight, only golden pinpricks, a few lucky enough to make it through the thickening mass of storm clouds. "Alice!" a voice called and I felt several pairs of hands gripping at my arms. The words, before they could leave my mouth blew away with the wind as I was dragged blindly something being thrown over my head. "Let me go." I said softly frustration welling up in me. None of the people I had made aquaintenship with would be considered anywhere near the friend territory where this kind of rough-housing would be amusing. "Let me go!" I said more forcefully and louder to get my point across. "Why?" a harsh octave replied, followed by a stream of giggles and laughs. "Because I asked you nicely, and I'm only going to do that once." I grabbed the nearest arm throwing them over my shoulder and ripping the covering from over my head. The cool air brushed the stale hot air from my face as I glared at my schoolmates. Most of them held their hands up in defense. "Just a joke", a boy with shaggy blonde hair falling over his every where they were invisible except for in the stray moments where he would brush them from his eyes, only to fall back again. "Not a joke unless it's funny, I not see anyone laughing." a smirk escaped my lips at how severely they had all reacted to my outburst. Before I could do anything else a pair of hands shoved me back into a tent. A pair of withered hands caught me, surprisingly strong. They gripped my wrist in a ring of warmth pulling me lightly into a chair. "Sit, sit." she pushed my chair in for me I pushed it out again standing up quickly nearly tipping over the table and it's contents. Incense and their smoke lazily drifted and stung my nose. The overpowering scent of lavender made me dizzy and nauseous. "No, ma'am I'm sorry, I'm in here by mistake." her eyes rose to mine a smirk that mirrored my own only a few seconds earlier. They were the most incredibly ice blue eyes I had every seen. The looked almost unnatural. Her hand patted mine. "This was no mistake, I know who you are." I froze, my blood chilling in my veins, freezing and shattering into little ice crystals ripping open. I didn't know what to say: so I sat down and waited for what she had to say, my heart pounding for answers.