Cold heart Chapter 2.

A harsh glare of sunlingt reflected off a large antique mirror. The frame of the mirror was a deep cherry wood, each stained slither connected in perfect harmony to create a beautiful piece of art. The mirror itself was shaped like an angel, her wings outspread as if she was trying to fly but was grounded.

On the bed side table a small red alarm clock ticked quietly, keeping time. Several minutes passed, the room was completely still and showed no signs of life, except for a sleeping girl with messy brown hair.

The green metalic letters clicked into place as a loud beeping noise filled the room, disturbing the peace that had lived there not so very long ago. Her eyes shot open, scanning the room. Groaning, she reached out her pale arm and clicked the off button.

The pink sheets wrinkled noiselessly as she pushed them towards the bottom of the large bed.
As she sat up she remembered who she had met the previous day and wriggled with excitement.
She stepped onto the cold wooden floors and made her way to a large dresser which was engraved with a large floral pattern. Pulling open the drawers, she picked out a black tank-top and a small pink mini skirt.

Next she headed towards the closet where she opened to find a large selection of shoes waiting. She picked out her black lace up boots, which incidently had pink laces. Pulling them on, she examined herself in the mirror.

A small snap came from the silver clasps as she undid her makeup bag. She took out shiny pink lip gloss and put a thin layer on, it looked perfect. She covered her eyelids with white eyeshadow, making sure to put a thin layer of black around the edges of both eyes. Her last touch of makeup was a thick coat of black mascara. She smiled at herself in the mirror before exiting the room.

She walked down the large corriders, recieving odd looks passerbys. When she reached the end of the hall, she heard someone call her name out. Turning around, she saw her best friend running down the corrider to her. Her name was samantha and she had strawberry blonde hair with oval shaped green eyes.

"Willow!!! Did you hear? The guy from yesterday, you know the one you were talking to, well he just volunteered at the school!!" She exclaimed excited and out of breath from running.

A small giggle erupted from her mouth as she looked around eagerly. "Where is he?" She questioned. "do you know?" Samanthat shook her head. "No, I only just heard the news from proffesor Lin, who I think fancies him herself." She said before running off, Samantha had always been the busy body of our school.

She smiled to herself as she headed for the office, it was lunch hour and she wanted to find Blake. She started off as a slow walk but she began worrying over time and broke into a quick jog. After passing through all the windy corridors, passing teachers wearing foul expressions, and even two students making out she reached the wooden sign. 'Office.'

She pushed the ancient door with all her strength until it gave a mournful creak and swung in reluctantly. The smell of freshly cut lilacs drifted towards her as she walked over to the glass desk. Sitting in an ugly green chair was a stubby looking woman, with pink-rimmed glasses. Her nose slanted towards her lips, which were disproportional. Her lower lip was slightly thicker while her upper lip was incredibly thin. "Can I help you?" When she spoke, it was similar to the croacking of a frog.

"I was looking for Blake, he is currently helping here." She replied hastily.

"Third floor, room 665." She glared at Willow. "Not that a student should be visiting him, it is most unproper for--" She was already running out of the room, ignoring the whole 'most unproper for a young lady' speech.

She was sweating by the time she reached his door. She reached up her hand and knocked three times, making sure it was loud enough. There was a moment of silence before the door opened slowly, he was standing there. He wore a long black overcoat, it was covering a dark forest green shirt. His pants looked a bit baggy and he straightened up and smiled at her. "Hello Willow."

"Hi, I just wanted to check up on you. You know, see how you are fitting in." She lied, she liked him.

"Please, come in." He said as he moved aside, making room for her to fit through.

She walked in and looked around, his room was a dark blue, the lights were flickering a bit and the carpet looked nasty. She looked at the peeling wallpaper and tried to smile. "Well.
it's...uhh...nice." She said smiling.

"Sorry, I know its a bit creepy but I'll fix it up." It was as if he had read her thoughts exactly, and she couldn't help but smile. "Will you sit down?" He pointed to a large arm chair, it was a light green and looked clean enough.

She sat down and waited for him to do the same, but he didn't. "Would you like anything?" He offered, making a gesture towards the small kitchen.

"No, no I'm good." She blushed, he was so nice. "Uhh..I heard you are volunteering..." She was nervous, and was horrible at starting conversation.

He pretended not to notice and nodded. The dark skin around his saphire eyes wrinkled as he gave a warm smile. "Yes, they have me grading math papers," He said smirking.

The rest of the evening carried on with simple talk until the sun was begingin to set, she had missed all of her classes. She left the room feeling extremely happy and giddy, they were getting along perfectly. As she made her way back down the large stair cases she heard someone scream.

She whipped around, emerald eyes alert and scared. Just then she saw Blake running down the stairs towards her. "Run!" He exclaimed urgently.