Element- Prologue
Sometimes a person has to change; sometimes their forced to change, and sometimes your life changes for you. According to the friends I met at my new school, I was different, even though I didn’t know it.
Randi, the first friend I met at the school, had told me that I was lovely and I had the potential to be anything I wanted to be. I never believed her, I never wanted to believe her. The time eventually came that I had to believe her, that I had to face the truth. The truth of my own death.
Randi couldn’t tell me anything my first week there. She wanted to but she couldn’t, when I would ask her, her deep blue eyes would turn cold , and she would look almost sad. All the first week I debated if Randi was actually my friend. She was upbeat and very friendly with long light blonde hair. She was pretty, a pretty that couldn’t even compare to my dark brown hair and green eyes, a beauty that would knock a boy over at the very sight of her. I was jealous of her but yet she seemed oddly jealous of me.
After meeting Randi, I met a dangerous girl, who even looked dangerous. Her hair was short, the color of a newly born fire, and her eyes were a burnt orange. Daya was her name and as I got to know her the more I began to like her. She liked taking me on shopping trips with her and Randi. They were a lively bunch together, always telling me stories of Daya’s boyfriend Pierre and Randi’s cousin Lason, who also went our school.
Daya and Randi soon became closer friends than I would have ever imagine. After only one week of me being there we already did absolutely everything together painting nails, going on shopping trips, studying, and watching movies.
On the third day of my new school I met Pierre. He was a fun loving guy that I learned had done many outrageous things like bungee jumping and cliff diving. Some days when he came over to Daya’s we would hold him down and decorate his messy brown hair into pigtails or a nerdy comb over. He never minded and he even acted like a model on the runway. I knew Daya was a very lucky girl to have someone who has so much in common with her.
It wasn’t until the sixth day that I met Lason. He was mysterious and quiet you usually never saw his eyes because of the dark black hair that covered them, and you really didn’t want to see his eyes because they were a piercing blue. A color you could never forget. When Lason did talk it was usually to make a wise comment or to answer a question. He always had a water bottle with him, and no one ever told me why. I’d only been alone with him once and he never said a word to me. There was a time when he said my name, Aislyn, but he said it in such a way that it would make my stomach flutter and heart beat faster.
The eighth day is really where my story begins. It was the day I dreaded the most, but I thought I would love. My eighteenth birthday.
