Prologue
“Hate and love; that is what you will learn in life. That is the reason why our lives ended so quickly. Love all and hate none. The bright ones will find you, but love them as you love yourself,” Dad coughed out his final message. Too bad for me, I was too young to understand him and his secret message. I didn’t even pay attention; the sword in his chest bothered me. I was only four years old when my mom went missing. Dad and I have been each others support until I was five, until I found him lying in the living room with a sword through his heart. That cold night, I sat and stared at the body until my neighbors decided to sing carols for us.
First Encounter
“Aren’t you popular, Lily? That guy over at the table is staring at you! And he’s cute!” my best friend, Chiara, or Chi, whispered in my ear. We were in Kneaders waiting for our lunch. I looked at “the guy” that Chi mentioned. The guy had long auburn hair that had a hairstyle that screamed “PUNK!” He was wearing a tight black sleeveless shirt, jeans, and a black choker. On his right arm, there was a tattoo of a skull with angel wings and a halo. Along with the skull there was a tattoo of a pattern of a chain going all around the arm.
“He looks like bad news. My adopted parents won’t let me near him. He is cute though,” I whispered back.
“Lilith Acwellan. Here are your sandwiches.” The worker put the food on our table. I looked back at the guy and he still stared at me. I blushed and turned my head away.
“Why haven’t you changed your name to your adopted parent’s last name? You’ve lived with them for almost six years!” Chi asked.
“Well,” I paused, trying to find an explanation. “I have always loved my father since I was young and his name has become part of him. I don’t want to lose that. Anyways, my birthday is next week. George and Anna will give me a new car.”
“Why do you call them George and Anna still? Call them mom and dad!” Chi complained.
“They aren’t my real parents,” I muttered. Chi noticed I didn’t want to talk about the subject, so she talked about my birthday.
“Man, sweet sixteen. Because your adopted parents are so rich, and you’re the only child, you’ll have the best presents. Right little sister?”
“Just because you’re older than me doesn’t make you my older sister,” I whined playfully. Chi grinned mischievously. She looked at the guy again then frowned.
“He’s been staring at you this whole time! I’m sure he thinks you’re very pretty.” I looked at him. He turned away with a look of anger. The man then stood up and walked out.
“I don’t think he likes me,” I whispered. “Did you see him glare at me with hatred and anger?”
“It’s not like you’re gonna see him anytime soon. Just forget about him.” I knew Chi was right and didn’t think about him on Saturday or Sunday. I only remembered him when he arrived as the new boy at school.
