Chapter 1

The loud sound of a high pitched alarm clock sounded, waking the groggy teen from his slumber. The light from the mostly shaded window helped get the sleeping one to rise. The boy sat up, wearing only a pair of pants that were undone. His pale skin sparkled a little and his black hair fell down to his waist, pale blue eyes opened and his hand slapped down to shut the alarm off. Why he had to get up so early was beyond him. It was another Wednesday and another school day. Being in 8th grade played a large part on his life, and he didn't really go to any clubs. He assumed everything would just stay like this but summer was quickly approaching and the heat in his room, which had no air to it, proved that point.
“Great.. Another day of that dreadful place..” he whispered, his voice was deep, charming, a bit mature. He looked up and outside, dark clouds were moving in, he figured they'd be there by noon.
Standing up he figured it was time to get breakfast. He wandered down in his pants, not minding if anyone saw his toned chest. He was thin but he had some muscle behind it. 'No ones up..' he thought and sighed. He moved and poured a bowl of cereal then started to chow down, not one to wait for others.
His dad wandered from his own room soon after, yawning. In pajamas and shaking his head at his son's carefree way of sleeping. He had short black hair and blue eyes, brighter than the boy's though. “Must you sleep like that?”
“I find it relaxing. I don't like pajamas... Too annoying.” he grumbled, his father's voice was deep as well, but not near as much.
“You're going to regret it one of these days, Alexander.” he mumbled, frowning.
“Yeah... I hear this everyday..” he yawned and moved to get his father's breakfast, always the one to make the meals anyway. “Cereal or oatmeal? We're out of eggs.” he asked, looking over a second.
“I suppose cereal with some coffee would be good.”
“Done then.” Alexander was already starting to make it and nodding to a tune in his head as he did. He moved over after a few minutes and set the coffee and cereal by his father, sighing, he slumped into a chair.
“What feeling tired again?” His father questioned and raised a thin brow.
“No, feeling like I really don't wanna go to school...” He roused himself from the seat and went upstairs to take a shower, when he finished he emerged with a tight fitting black shirt on with a demon of sorts on the front, along with tighter fitting black jeans, checkered shoes, a checkered wrist band, a collar and of course, black leather bracelet, all on. He smirked, thinking how to make his father upset, putting on a couple of stud earrings. 'There.' he thought as he moved down, he smiled at his father's disapproving glance.
“I wear this all the time, shouldn't you be used to it?” he asked, sitting in a chair and flicking on the television. He was ready for school so why not? Whining came from him as his father so graciously changed the channel to the news. “Alright I get it.. I'll wait till you're ready and we'll go...” He grumbled and moved up to his room. Flicking the light on, it illuminated to posters of bands, movies, books, and shows all over the room, even drawings from his friends. He slumped into his desk chair and hopped online for the remaining time.

A quick hour had passed when Alexander next looked at the clock. “Oh no! I'm going to be late!” He exclaimed and rushed down, frowning a bit as his father was just watching television still, he tapped his father's shoulder.
His father glanced over to him, “Oh ready now?” he asked, smiling a bit.
“You did that on purpose! Hurry up!” he shouted before grabbing his bag and rushing to the car. Waiting there for his father, he blasted the radio and nodded off to sleep. He woke when the radio was turned down and noticed that they had arrived at school. He nodded and hurriedly said “Bye” before rushing out and into the school. For once, he was glad he sat at the back of his classes.
Inside the building he was lucky enough not to run into any teachers or the security guard. Which, to his opinion, was scary! He creeped into the classroom and sat in his chair.
“Alexander?”
“Here.” he raised his hand and smiled, glad he made it just in time to be called.
“I was worried you'd be tardy yet again, Mr. Huntington.” The woman in front spoke, she had short blond hair, blue eyes, and glasses. She was thin woman seeming in her middle to older twenties. She was wearing as always, a baggier shirt with slim jeans. Today's color? Pink.
“Oh Mrs. Goodrich, you know I'm never late to class! How could you think such a thing!” he exclaimed in false drama, smirking. He emphasized the 'never' in his sentence of course, just to add to the drama.
“If you'd please be quiet. We'll be continuing roll call..” she said, frowning. “Emily.”
“Here.”
“James.”
“Here.” The names went on until finally it was over, all names had been called and Alexander smiled at a boy on the other side of room. His name was Sebastian. Alexander's childhood friend and partner in crime, or pranks, one of the two.  Sebastian smiled back and made a face, his tongue out and eyes crossed, pointing at the teacher. Alexander snickered and did a different face, his mouth open in a roar and eyes crossed too. Of course, they knew if caught they'd be in trouble, they didn't care. To top it all off, they were in math, the strictest class they had. The hour in there seemed to pass dreadfully slow until finally the bell rang and Alexander was the first one out before Mrs. Goodrich could call on him to stay.
He waited out by his locker for Sebastian to come out. When he finally did they burst out laughing together, unable to help it.
“Hey Alex, what's up?” the other ask, chuckling still, his voice smooth.  His hair was to his shoulders and a dark brown. His eyes green and his skin slightly tanned. He was a little more muscular than his pale friend Alexander, but not too much so.
“Seb, nothing really. I thought I'd be killed for sure. That Mrs. Goodrich never fails to scare me.” he smiled and the two moved on towards their next class. They shared all classes together, and the next one was Athletics.

They shockingly reached class on time, and the coach glanced up and sighed. He was a portly darker skinned man, maybe in his 40's, and had a baseball cap on. Wearing the normal red shirt with white stripes on the sides and white shorts.
“Finally you two are on time!” he exclaimed and clapped, the class laughed at them. Alexander only smiled as he pulled the 'rock on' sign and stuck his tongue out.  Sebastian did the same as him and they both laughed, taking their seats right beside each other.
The two were doing their normal stretches when the coach came and whacked Alexander one the head with his grade book for singing under his breath. “Alexander please pay attention and do your stretches properly.” he said and sighed, moving over.
“Yes Mr. Holland.” he mumbled, rubbing his head.
“Dude.. Harsh.” Sebastian whispered and smirked, the two snickered a bit but not loud enough to be heard. Soon they were playing basket ball and it seemed to the two, to last for hours. Finally they went off the third.

In third period, English, they sat beside each other and were quiet. The only teacher who might keep them quiet, mostly because of her looks, and two teenagers looked at that a lot. Ms. Shikina, an Asian woman with black hair, straight as could be to her waist and pretty black eyes, her smile gentle. She had a small chest, thin waist and slight hips, making her look only a teen herself. Her skin was slightly tanned as to be expected, and she was wearing a black shirt with tight jeans. “Alright, Let's start the movie then” she has hardly any accent but her voice angelic and sweet. Something of a soothing nature. She pressed play for the movie, they were watching Anne Frank, a play of it. Alexander scribbled down a note and passed it to Sebastian. It read: Hey, are you as hungry as I am? Dude this has to be the BEST class, ever.
Sebastian smirked and jotted his own note. Sebastian's writing flowed neatly and nearly perfect for some reason while Alexander's? Well it was a bit more than sloppy, but legible none the less. His own reply read: I know man, just I'm starved.. Alright, listen, no notes. I'm wanting to watch this.
Alexander nodded after he read it and focused on the screen.

The next class, Art, came and passed easy with the two being silent, seeing as their art teacher, Mr. Gameson, was standing at their backs. He was a thin man only about 25, and he had short blond-brown hair with green eyes. He snatched up a note that Alexander tried to write and frowned, tossing it away. He sighed, “When will you two listen..” he mumbled, shaking his head, his voice a bit gruff and odd sounding in comparison to the other teachers.

Finally, lunch time was there and the two boys ran down the hall and into line, glad the security officer didn't catch their running.
“Man, this has to be the best time of day!” Alexander exclaimed, smiling happily.
“Tell me about it. Surrounded by girls, have food, and get to be loud, what's better?” Sebastian retorted, smirking.
“Well.. Our old movie nights were better. Holding scared girls and getting to watch blood filled movies.. Until one of our parents caught us. Then have soda and stuff man.” he nodded in approval and ordered his lunch, sititng with his tray of chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes. Sebastian had the same thing and sat across from the two.

Lunch ended all too soon for the two boys who both sulked to their most hated class. History. “This'll be great..” Alexander commented as he moved in, sitting at the back while Sebastian took his seat in the front. As a bonus, how they sat made it hard for them to get any type of communication without getting caught. Alexander sighed and lay his head down, dozing off as a woman wandered in. She was tall and had short red hair, her eyes black, she frowned, sighing. She seemed about 40. “Alright, today we'll be listening to a tape over what happened during the civil war! Pay attention!” she said in a loud demanding tone in her deep voice. “Alexander!” she shouted, he perked up, eyes wide. “Wake up in my class!”
“Yes, sir!... I mean.. Ma'am!” he gave a salute, and smirked, getting an eraser to his forehead. He whined, rubbing his head. Twice in one day, great.  He shockingly was awake, and waited longingly for the bell. He watched the clock till it rang and he sprung out of the class, waiting for Sebastian. He could tell his friend fell asleep since the History teacher, Mrs. Mann, was getting onto him.
Finally, Sebastian came out and they rushed to their next and last class. Science with Mr. Riddle. The got there as the bell rang, a bit out of breath. They were quick to take their seats, frowning a bit as the man glared a little. He was about 36, his hair black and eyes bright blue. He was a bit overweight, but not too much. He scratched the back of his head and smiled, “Alright, here goes!” the torture began. He loved to teach by way of song, and he couldn't sing. His voice was a bit odd, it flickered between high and low and was spastic at random. Finally, after the torture, the final bell rang and the boys went their opposite ways.

Alexander was walking around outside the school, his dad said he'd be there to pick him up today. “Where is he...?” he whispered, frowning, he started for home. It wasn't an awfully long walk, he could make it. He passed by a corner where it had no home, but an open area of bushes and trees that looked like a meadow of sorts. It was truly beautiful. He also passed by houses, apartments and other places, disgusted at the bright pink house he passed. He had nothing against pink, but that shade was blinding in the light.
When he arrived home after passing such beautiful scenery, he sighed, seeing his father's car in the drive. He walked up and inside, he looked around, shocked by how quiet it was. The blue room was empty, nothing on the couch, chair, nothing at all. Most of the house was painted blues, and well furnished. He had expected at least the television to be playing something. He went up to check the rooms, searching his house and finding nothing.. no one. “Mom..? Dad..?” he called, looking around, scared now as he searched again before he snatched up the phone. No tone sounded.