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Chapter 2

From my own knowledge, I was able to know that all strange new kids sat alone during lunch. And I was sure I had to take advantage of that.

I rushed through the cafeteria, holding my own sack lunch, looking frantically around for Marissa. This was probably the only chance I would get to talk to Marissa-until she figured out I wanted to talk to her.

My eyes finally picked her out, sitting alone, at the far end of the cafeteria. She was picking moodily at her sandwich. Probably trying to bore a hole through it, like she did in Gym.

I strode as quickly as I could toward her, and when I did, she gave me that weird look as she had done before. I sat down in front of her, knowing as I did, I could be dangerous waters right now. Marissa looked like she was ready to get a fork and stab it through me.

I didn’t bother beating around the bush. I got straight to the point, even if she didn’t want to. “Marissa, I want to know why…you seem like you hate me or something. It’s only been your freakin’ first day here anyways. Why do you hate me so much?”

Her eyes stared back at the table, and a short silence followed. I noticed that her arms were strained and tense, and her hands curled into tight fists.

Her answer was a lot longer than I expected it to, and she still had that smooth, pure voice. She still stared at the table, and so she spoke to the table also.

“The reason why I am avoiding you, is because...technically, I’m suppose to be watching over you. And when the time was right, I would reveal my true self to you. But now is not the time-I see that you are not ready for the task that has been upon you. I’ve been watching you, making sure you didn’t blow yourself up or any other crazy stunt that would get you injured, and not prepared for the task…Sometimes, I don’t even know if the orders I’ve been given should’ve been assigned to me...I don’t think I’m good for this kind of mission. But why am I telling you this, Alexandra? You don’t even know what I’m talking about, let alone know why you’re sitting with this new, dark, kid that appears randomly in the middle of the school year.

I didn’t answer your first question, please excuse me for that. I don’t hate you. I just have to resist the urge to..give up on this mission. I think this mission is a bit to hard for me-I’ve been through battles, blood, and explosions, but I’ve never needed to guard and watch a human that needs protection from dangers that she herself doesn’t even notice! Or, maybe this is just because I was demoted from my rank...And I usually never am demoted...” She stabbed her sandwich viciously with a plastic fork, but continued on, “I’m usually not used to this kind of quest-I’m a battler, suppose to be out there in the fields, killing and destroying the enemy, not guarding and protecting a human!”

She finished her speech with a sigh, and looked up from the table. I could almost imagine the shock and surprise on my face-Marissa had given this boatload of information, and I wasn’t very sure on what to do with it. And it didn’t help that her voice was so soft and smooth, either. Marissa’s face had changed-instead of that unusual look, it was now wary, as though expecting me to start saying that she must be some insane person that much go to the asylum.

My words came out slow and careful.

“So, you’ve been given orders to guard me? Why? What am I suppose to do that makes me important enough to be guarded? I don’t know what to do, you’ve went from hostile new kid to this person that’s..new and reformed and wants to guard me from some thing that probably wants to murder me. Could you at least tell me why I need to be guarded? I can take care of myself, you know.”

Marissa looked at me, this time, willing me to understand. Her eyes were still dark, but they had a fire that was filled with determination and hope.

“Alexandra, you hold the power to decide the fate of the Universe.”

I gasped in shock, definitely not expecting this kind of answer. My mind went into instant overdrive. I felt myself hyperventilate-I couldn’t stand this kind of burden. Deciding the fate of the Universe?!?! Is it possible that I might choose the right choice? What happens if I messed up and screwed the Universe to oblivion?

Marissa noticed my extreme panic mode and said calmly,

“Do not worry, Alex. The time for you to take your destiny is not upon us yet. It’s when the next solar eclipse occurs. You have time, Alex.

I have to go-Lunch for the humans are almost over. I will talk to you at after school practice.”

She left before I could react, so I was left alone to absorb all she had said to me. I, still, had no idea what to do with all this information. It was like your being given a stick and you have to chop fish like a samurai chef. Something about all this however, seemed like a changing point in my life. I could sense it. Something in my life was going to change. And that change was going to be Marissa.

One, Marissa was definitely not a human being, considering her tone whenever she had said the word human. This definitely explained how she seemed..weird, or not normal, and her voice was so…nice.

Two, someone, or something, was out there that wanted me to make the wrong choice or die, and Marissa was sent to make sure I didn’t get my but whooped by a bad guy.

And three, I was a lot more important to the Universe than it seemed.

That's Chapter 2 for you. Hope you liked it!

First Ever Chapter..

Black Wing

Preface

I wasn’t very sure how this would turn out. And I was scared like heck.

My guardian would fall, sooner or later, and the murderer would come forward to end my life, just like he was ordered to.

And I had no idea what to do, or how my guardian and I would get out of this. I was worried for my guard-she was tired and worn out, and she knew there was no way to get out without fighting.

The killer pounced forward, and my guardian attacked with her last bits of strength.

Chapter 1

I knew what to expect at school.

Everyone would greet me as usual, “Hey there Alex!” or from a teacher, “Good morning, Alexandra.” Normal school, normal day. Another slaughter in first period Gym, and then another round of dying in dull old, Math. Afterward, there would be the usual classes..

I was a normal, average sized teenager. I had Asian black hair, and I was very intelligent (compared to those around me). I wore Hollister and Abercrombie clothes, and I had dark brown eyes. I also had rectangular black glasses, but I used those occasionally. I was extremely athletic, and my teachers recommended that I skip 10th to 11th. I was usually envied by most people, because I seemed like the “coolest” in the 10th grade. Everyone would always surround me to my classes, asking me questions for their own homework. I would answer patiently. This happened every day.

That however, was going to change.

I had just come out of the locker room, fully changed in my Athletic uniform, ready to take on whatever the coach threw at my classmates and I, when I saw her. I would later recount this at how my life changed so dramatically..

She was slightly shorter than average, but she had the appearance of someone that often alone. Her body was slightly muscular, and her black hair and pure black eyes portrayed that she was a dark person. A dark blue pair of rectangular glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. She was leaning against the wall of the gym, and staring at the wooden floor. Her eyes stared straight into it, as though she wanted to burn a hole in the floor. She had her arms crossed in front of her, and she looked...well, there was no other word for the way she looked, but she looked..cool.

I didn’t have anymore time to look at the new kid, when the coach blew her whistle and we all hustled outside onto the track. Everyone looked wary-they were scared of what the coach had cooked up for them today.

“Okay, today, you all will run the two mile. We have a competition next week, and we need to know who our fastest runners are. NOW GET OUT THERE AND RUN!”

There was a slight scramble to organize the mob of people, and until that was over, none of us would be running far without tripping over someone’s foot.

One person finally shot out of the cluster-and it was the new kid. Her legs flew gracefully out from beneath her, and, holy cheese, she was fast. She had finished half a lap before everyone else had even gotten a chance to untangle themselves from the mob. So far, I had been the fastest runner in the whole 7^th grade, but now this new kid seemed like she was planning to take that role away from me. I gritted my teeth and launched myself after that thieving new kid. I would retain the role of being the fastest, and no one would stop me. C’mon, Alex, you’re the best girl there is for this, I thought to myself, no one is supposed the beat the almighty Alex Nguyen!

It took me 3 minutes to even get close to the new kid. And it was difficult to catch up to her. She sped up whenever I sped up-it was like I was trying to catch a gazelle-and gazelle was a very fitting word for the new kid. She moved smoothly, like she was flying! She didn’t look tired at all. Just..happy. Like she enjoyed all this running. You’d have to be crazy to love running, with this berserk coach running you to the limit of your endurance.

I took advantage of the time after we had run our exhausting two mile.

“Hey, new kid. How’d you get here? And what’s your name?” I was still slightly annoyed that the new kid had beaten me at the two mile.

The girl looked at me with such a look that I almost stepped back in shock. Her eyes-I hadn’t observed closely enough before-were pitch black. Just plain dark and black. And they were like a deep ocean, that was full of ice and nothing. Her body suddenly stiffened when I asked her the new kid question-like she thought I was going to punch her or something. Her answer was formal.

“My parents had me homeschooled. They finally wanted me to come to public school. My name is Marissa.”

My god, her voice was so...fluent, or smooth, or something really nice and..pure. It was so opposite to her outlook-all dark and stormy. She walked away, and I saw her arms relax a little. Like she was happy I wasn’t in her line of vision anymore.

I went back to the locker room to think it over. Ok, the new kid-I mean, Marissa- wanted to avoid me or something. I was always a quick learner on people’s emotions-I could tell Marissa didn’t want to be near me. And I knew for one, that she probably hated me-for something I wasn’t very sure I did.

I’ll just give her the opposite of what she wants.

I’ll just bug her until she tells me why she wants to avoid me. Or something.

And I usually got what I wanted.

And Ta DA! That's the first ever chapter of Black Wing, the book I'm writing.

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