Chapter 1 - Bad omens

Serenity was your ordinary teenager. Nothing about her was more or less different from anyone else. Until that strange day at school when the unexpected came rushing into her life.

The dark storm clouds rolled in all across the sky. Rain poured down in buckets, drenching the students stuck outside. The class was being punished for unruly behavior (mainly from the obnoxious boys in the back of the room). The 11th grade class now had to pick up trash outside until their limbs were frozen. Did Serenity imagine it or was there an evil gleam in her teacher's eye? Probably every one in the class thought that.

The teacher's name lived up to her personality: Mrs. Strickland. Pretty much everyone thought of her as evil except the boys at the back who weren't afraid of anything. They especially didn't care about risking everyone else's limbs. They would think up some ingenious plan to keep themselves dry.

Serenity's teeth were chattering and her fingers felt like they were made of ice when Mrs. Strickland came out with an umbrella an hour later.

“All right, who gets to go in first, boys or girls?” She said, with that evil look in her eye. This time Serenity knew she saw it.

The boys and girls face each other, Boys smiling, girls glaring.

“I know, we'll have a contest. One member from each side will chose a contestant to sing a song that I chose. If they don't know it, they stay out here an hour more.”

Why does she enjoy torturing us like this? Serenity thought. And in the weirdest ways, too.

“No volunteers? Okay, I'll choose. Grant, you represent the boys, Serenity, you represent the girls.”

Why ME?

Mrs. Strickland choose Sebben Crudele, an Italian song. Lucky for Serenity, she knew it. Unfortunately, so did Grant. At least, the tune.

So Grant hummed. Then I sang. An evil sneer spread across Mrs. Strickland's face. Later Serenity would wished she'd run away then.

“You lose,” Mrs. Strickland said looking directly at me. But she didn't mean the contest. Serenity felt a muscular hand cover her mouth so she couldn't scream and an arm wrap itself tightly across her stomach, pinning her arms at her sides. Slowly she was dragged backwards as she fought against her captor, watching her teacher and all her classmates wave goodbye…

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