She sat. Or rather sat on her feet. Chrissie was on top of a two story building, waiting for the target. Her red, wavy, messy hair blowing in the frosty air looked like fire. Fall was coming to an end and winter was to take over. Dressed in back with a scarf around her month she was invisible, aside from her hair.
She began to think that the target was not going to show. Then out of the corner a man appeared. That has to be him, she thought to herself. He matched the description given to her. He was tall with white long hair the was tide back. She picked up her bow and placed the arrow. Carefully not to make a sound as she pulled the arrow back. Chrissie had perfect aim, she never missed. She waited for the sign Aisha was going to give.
Chrissie looked the ally where Aisha was at. She walked out into the light was she was seen. Aisha puts you in a mind of a mysterious shadow. She had almond-shaped blue eyes that are like two windows on the afternoon sky. Her straight midnight black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a flowing cape. She is little taller than Chrissie and had full curved build then Chrissie's body shape. Her skin is light-colored. All of this put the target into a trance.
Chrissie released the arrow, which hit the target in the head. Aisha did not waist a moment, stacking him in the heart. “Is he dead?” Chrissie yelled down to Aisha.
“Yea. Where is Salem and Oregan? They say they would get rid of the body.” Salem had wide gray eyes that are like two pools of mercury. His silky, straight, neck-length hair is the color of burnished iron. He had a short, masculine build. His skin is light-colored. Oregan made you think of a rabid dog. He has droopy gray eyes. His fine black hair and is worn in a severe, practical style. He is short and has a graceful build. His skin is tan.
“I don’t know. But I got to go,” Chrissie was climbing down the building.
“Oh come on. It’s our first vampire kill of the night. Where do you have to go?”
“I have registration at school. John is making me.”
“Why don’t you just drop out?”
“I don’t know. I guess I like to learn,” Chrissie was on the ground and in front of Aisha. Aisha eyes were fielded with confession.
“Are you Chris? The Chris I know,” she shook Chrissie, “Earth to Chrissie!”
Salem walked up to them, “Hey guys-what are you doing Aisha?” Salem was starring at them.
Aisha stopped and looked at him, “Well Chris here said she likes school,”
“I got to go. I will see to guys tomorrow,” Chrissie turned to leave. She started to run.
“Beep, Beep, Beep,” Chrissie alarm was going off. She looked to see the time 7:00 am, “No!” she jumped up and hurried to get dressed. She throw on the t-shirt and jeans that she been wearing last night. Chrissie tied up her hair into a pony tail.She grabbed a Pepsi and ran out the hotel door she had stayed at. Her parents died when Chrissie was 5. That was when her first encounter with a vampire. Chrissie got lucky when the leader of her group, John K.C, saved her. He took her in and took her in. That’s where she meet Aisha, Salem and Oregan. John sent them all to an Academy that trained kids to protected people, or hunt vamps, as John put it. Chrissie had been kick out of 5 so far. John said this was her last chance, and he had to put a lot of strings to get her in this one.
Chrissie reached to gates. There was a plaque on the gates the read ‘Cosaint Academy for self defense and the defense of others’ My last chance, where in the heck are you John, she thought to herself, pacing. A limo polled up and out stepped a man that had slanted brown eyes. His thick, wavy, shoulder length hair is the color of fine gold. It was John, “Hello, my love,” he spoke with an Irish accent.
“Hey, are we going in? I would like to start class today,” she moved to the gates.
“Very well. Open the gates!” He yelled. The large gates opened slowly. It looked like a high school with 3 floors. Brown brick with 2 doors that she could see. The windows and doors had bars on the outside. It looked like jail with watch towers ever where.
They walked inside and up to the front counter, “This is Chrissie Zerphey, and she is here to enroll,”
A short plump woman looked up. She had deep-set silver eyes. Her fine, curly, black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a turtle's shell. She looked down at her computer, “Yes She will go to 6th hour unless you walk her in?”
“Sure I will, but can we have her information?” The front desk women handed him a piece of paper:
1st hour—archery 5
2nd hour—history 3
3rd hour—math 3
4th hour—science 4
Lunch
5th hour— safety class 101
6th hour— English 3
7th hour— lying all round
8th hour—Hand to hand combat
9th hour—Training
Room—329
“There are nine classes a day!” Chrissie yelled. She never had been to a school that had nine classes. The highest was eight.
“Chrissie, calm down,” John put his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed.
“There are more. Night classes, early morning classes. All for the protected, the rich or as they call themselves the highers have seven classes a day. The same core classes but they have lying all round and safety. School wants them to be safe. And since you got here now, you will have a small room to yourself and no one to protect, because there is an over load on higher males. And we can’t put you with a male; if we did they would have to stay in your room. So you be alone. What grade are you in?”
“I’m a junior,”
“That’s all.” she looked back down at her computer screen and began to type.
Chrissie made her way to her the stairs and walked up to level 3. The hall looked like a hotel’s hall way. All rooms on this floor. There were no kids in the rooms. Chrissie’s room was in the far right at the very end of the hallway.
Room 329. Chrissie sighed, “Do I really have to go in there?” She moved her head to John. He nodded and handed her the key. Chrissie unlocked the door slow. The room was small with a desk, dresser, and a bed. She turned to John, “I would like a laptop, as a reward that I don’t destroy this prefect little room or the school and get kicked out again,” John simply nodded and turn to leave.
Chrissie follow John to her 6th hour; English 3. John opened the door. The room froze. “This is Chrissie, she is new,” John up her in front of the class.
“Hey,” she rose her hand and gave a wave.
“You can have a seat next to Ivan Bastet there in the back,” the teacher turned to write on the broad and John left.
Chrissie made her way to the back and sat down next to this Ivan. He had wide green eyes that are like two chunks of jade. His fine, curly, brown hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a seashell. Then a note appeared on her desk.
-Hi. I’m Ivan. Are you a higher or lower person. I’m a lower so I could show you around. Write back please and send your class list.-
Chrissie looked over to the boy. He was taking notes. She wrote back
–Hey. I guess I’m a lower and that would be great if you show me around. _
Chrissie folded up the note and glanced up to the teacher to make sure she wasn't looking. She was still writing on the board. Chrissie slipped the note to Ivan. By the time Chrissie got out her notebook to copy the board the note appeared again.
-We have almost the same classes. And this class is almost over so wait for me please.- The bell rang a moment after she read.
“So this way to English,” Ivan held out a hand pointing to the door.
The day went by fast and Ivan had the same afternoon classes as her.
“What do you think?” He asked as they were heading to the lunch room.
“Um, It’s interesting. Nothing like any of my old schools,” Ivan stopped, “What?”
“Nothing. There were rumors that you transferred here because you got kicked out of one school.”
“Oh. I’ve been kicked out of about 10 schools,” she smiled to herself.
“What! Ten?! Man, how, I mean what did you do that was so bad?” Ivan studied her.
“Well, a lot of things I’ll tell you later. Is this the lunch room?” The lunch room was as big as the gym if not bigger.
“Yea. The school holds the homecoming and prom and dances in here and just outside of here. There is more building out side too.”
Ivan led Chrissie to the back of the lunch room to a small table. Chrissie noticed that the lunch room had a very nice side and lesser nice side. They sat on the worse side.
“So what’s up with the lunch room being split up in two?” Chrissie asked.
“The highers are rich and don’t want to be around us, the lowers. Some people, like my brother, act like highers and no one cares” Ivan looked down and started messing with his pen.
“Do you normally sit by yourself?” Chrissie asked.
“Yea,” he sounded sad
“Good,” he looked up with a questioning look, “I don’t like crowds,” Ivan smiled and gave a small laugh. Chrissie placed her elbows on the table and leaned closer to Ivan.
Ivan looked up, “Yes?”
“Do you believe in ghost?”
Ivan took a moment, then said, “Yes, there are rumors about this place being haunted,”
“Okay, what about vampires, witches, werewolves, and shape shifters?”
He stared, looking confused, “Sure. I mean I wish they were real, but I believe in creatures like them did existed at some point in time,”
Chrissie leaned back, “Good,” Ivan was even more confused, “Don’t ask. I might tell you some day,” Chrissie added.
Ivan shrugged then panic flooded his eyes.
“What?” Chrissie turned back and meet a tall man shaped figure with hooded brown eyes that were like two discs of wood. His eyes were dark.
“Hey bro,” His eyes meet Chrissie’s, “Why on earth would a girl, as beautiful as this one sit with you Ivy?” The boys’ behind the one that was talk was laughing.
“Don’t you have to go a harass someone else today?” Ivan’s voice sounded tired.
“No, I cleared out all my appointment just for you. Know stop being rude and introduce me to her,” The guy eye’s never left her and he sat down right next to her.
“Sure, this is Chrissie, she is new here. Chrissie this is my brother Donovan,” Ivan looked away.
“Hello,” Donovan said in a voice a little too nice for her liking, “So what has Ivy told you about me. Nothing good I bet,”
“No, very thing he has told me wasn’t very nice,” she looked away, “Ivan can you show me the rest of the school?” She stood up.
“I will,” Donovan said standing with her, “Don’t worry. I won’t bite,” he laughed.
“Okay,” Chrissie sighed, “I’ll see you tomorrow in class. Bye,” she followed Donovan out the back lunch room.
