A twelve year-old boy ran past shops closing up for the night; drunks straggling out of bars, laughter erupting in short explosions. Rain pelted his back as his shoes clattered on the wet pavement. Water ran into his eyes as he squinted into the night. An old motel sign flickered, passing over the boy as he ran, showing wet blond curls bouncing as he sprinted into the darkness.

A flash of lightning ripped a small yelp from the boy's lips. He stumbled but kept on running. He had the odd feeling that he was being followed.

The boy disappeared around a corner and a cloaked figure moved into the light of an old bar sign. The figure removed the hood and smiled, its face covered by shadows. The only visible thing was its eyes, glowing, sliver cat eyes.

"Mister King!" Aaron woke with a start to Mr. Faulkner glaring at him from the front of the room. Everyone had their eyes on him, all baring the same expression, laughter and sympathy.

"I will not have any of my students sleeping during my class," Mr. Faulkner snapped, hitting his ruler against his hand.

"Sorry," Aaron mumbled looking down at his desk. In a time like this, Aaron wished the ground would open up and swallow him, leaving all his troubles behind.

"What was that?" Mr. Faulkner asked impatiently.

Aaron looked up. "I'm sorry Mr. Faulkner." He nodded. "That's more like it. Now, turn your textbook to page 103 and begin reading the passage on the Cold War."

Aaron opened his textbook and pretended to read. Mr. Faulkner was his least favorite teacher. He was an old man that believed strongly in order. If you messed up, or forgot to double-space your essay, he would wig-out and give you an F right after a huge lecture of embarrassment.

Aaron sighed. Mr. Faulkner wasn't the worse of his problems. Aaron had two little sisters that he had to take care of. He didn't have a mother or father because the siblings had been abandoned at a young age. He barely remembered anything about them; he had one memory of his mother's green eyes, so much like his own, filled with tears. But he might have imagined that.

The door suddenly burst open and someone entered, their face covered by a hood. Aaron guessed the new-comer was female; she had that hour-glass body shape. The girl was wearing a grey jacket and jeans.

"I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Faulkner," The girl panted. Yep, Aaron thought. A girl all right.

Mr. Faulkner turned, about to scold the girl, but stopped suddenly. He seemed to recognize the girl, even though Aaron had never seen her before.

"I was wondering if you were going to show up today," Mr. Faulkner replied understandingly. He slung an arm around her shoulder and turned to the class. "Children, meet my niece, Rayne Moon."

Rayne removed her hood to reveal brown hair dyed red on the ends in a pixie cut and grey eyes.

Aaron gasped. Her eyes, they seemed to resemble cat eyes.