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Dream 1 =Dark=

It was dark. Not dark like a moonless night, but dark like a world that had never seen light at all.


School. Whoever thought that stuffing hundreds of kids hyped up on hormones into one small building must have been messed in the head.

It was science class. The last class before lunch, and you could feel the expectation in the air. I was in my regular spot in the back, my stuff spread out onto the desk next to me. No one ever sits there, no one even wants to.

I dont even bother trying to listen to our teacher, Mr.Hershy. He's talking about something that sounds like the life cycle of a cell, but I cant be sure. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, the school secretary peeked her head into the class and called the teacher out.

The class looks up, but before they have time to act on their sudden lack of teacher, Mr.Hershy comes back in, looking a bit frazzled, as if the inturuption had thrown his whole day out of whack. Looking at Mr.Hershy's social life, that was actually a fairly good assumption.

"Class, I have an anouncement. Starting right now, there will be a new kid joining our class. Everyone, be nice to him please."

At this, all the girls perked up. I didn't. They where all hoping for someone better to look at then the slobs that inhabited our class. I couldnt care any way. No guy, or girl would look at me twice. I had died my hair black a few years ago, and my wardrobe had just as much colour. Today, I was wearing a black mini-skirt with knee high black socks, and a black, much cut up T-shirt.

"Class, I would like you to meet Kyrian." Not really caring, I looked around. The girls, all hopeful, drooped in their chairs. Just this made me sit up straighter. When I saw the boy, I sat up all the way.

He was wearing a tight leather jacket that hung down to his feet, opening up in the front. His well fitting jeans dissapeared into mid-calf length boots. It was all in black. We almost compleatly matched. The only color on him at all was his dark blue eyes, and his bright red hair. I couldnt stop looking. No-one knew it, but red was my favorite color.

He seemed to look at me as I thought it, slightly smiling.

"Kyrian," the teacher said as he scaned the class, "The only free desk is over there by Destiny, so you'll have to sit there for now."

A few kids in the class turned to look at me, and some stiffled a giggle. Aperantly the fact that we matched didnt escape their small minds. I blushed, and turned to clear off the empty desk. I bent down to tuck the extra stuff under my chair, and when I looked up, Kyrian was already there, looking compleatly at ease. I didn't even hear him move.

"Is your name really Destiny?" He asked unbelievingly, as he turned to me. I caught his eye, and gasped. I could have sworn that when he walked into the class, his eyes where blue. Now his eyes had turned the same bright red as his hair, the same as the color of fresh blood.

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It was still dark. I couldn't see, I coudn't hear, but I could feel. I was standing ankle deep in something. I ran my fingers through it. It was wet, thick, and as I brought my fingers to my face, the cold, metallic smell of wet blood surrounded me.


Kyrian continued to look at me, and I continued to stare at him. I must have stared too long, as he asked me the question again.

"Is your name really Destiny?" He smirked, obvously more than just a bit amused. I managed to look away from his eyes. I focused on his desk, to save me from being frozen again.

"Yes, my hame really is Destiny. My parents were born in the 60's and they never got out." I slouched down in my chair, hoping he wouldnt go on about it. He looked at me, still smirking, seeming to purposly ignore my quiet plea.

"So do your parents still wear bell botoms and that stuff? Is that why your dressed like you are? To rebel against them?"

I suddenly flared up in anger. I would have liked to yell at him, but the teacher had started talking about cell, or something, and so I had to make do with a heated whisper. "Do you wear black to Rebel against your family?" I asked, stung that he would think I was so shallow.

"of course I dont." Kyrian answered. "I didn't think that clothing was such a touchy subject." He backed off a bit, and I calmed down.

I was just starting to consider taking some notes when the bell rang. I took my time packing up my bag, hoping that when I looked up, Kyrian would be gone.

I looked back up, straight into his still blood red eyes. I suddenly felt dizzy, and before I knew it, I had fallen off my chair.

"Ow." I groaned, as I massaged my elbow where I had landed on it. I glared up at Kyrian, annoyed and slightly mortified that he had witnessed my embarassment. He didn't seem to notice. Instead, he offered me his hand.

"You ok?" He asked, but then he smiled. "Do you usually fall off chairs, or is this a special ocassion?" I glared even harder at him. I knew that he was trying to get under my skin, and worse, I was letting him.

"Of course I dont fall of my chair all the time." I said, knowing it sounded compleatly weak as I said it.

"Then what happened?" He asked, staring at me as if trying to pry the truth straight from my mind. It worked all to well.

"It's your eyes. I was sure they where blue at the start of class, but now they're red, and red is my favorite color, They look just like easter eggs, and they just look so pretty..." and then I put my hand over my mouth, realising what I was acctually saying. I looked down, blushing like crazy.

"So, you really think my eyes are pretty?" I glared up at Kyrian, expecting him to be smirking at me, but instead he looked sincere. I looked away, furious at myself. I had spent the past two years trying to get people to ignore me, and now here I was, falling for a guy I had know for less than an hour.