Hey guys! :) This is the first chapter of my fictionpress story so I hope you like it :D Enjoy~


Chapter One

Dream


I found myself walking along the depths of darkness.

"Hello? Anybody here? Yo peeps, I need some method called 'rescuing' over here!" I called. Sigh, no answer.

I continued walking into who-knows-shish-kebab and suddenly, a bright light was shining through. Oh gosh, I'm saved!

A girl was walking out of it. She walked towards me and stopped about a meter away from me. She looked at me in the eye and I watched as her mouth spoke some rhymes.

Two royalties, destined to be the king and queen of the moon
One purple and one blue, they stop the beginning of doom
They shall both be from the same race
And together will fight the dangers they will face

*RING!*

"GAH!" I yelped. I saw my alarm clock, ringing in happiness. Not. I slammed my alarm clock with a hammer. Oh, why is a hammer beside me when I sleep, you ask? Well duh, self-defense… I guess?

I got up from my bed and did my morning routine. I changed into a black tank top, my trademark leather jacket, skinny jeans, and combat boots. I french braid my jet black hair and put on my Ray-ban wayfarers eyeglasses. Yeah, damned nearsightedness – or farsightedness, I know.

I got my schoolbag and saw my mom making toast. She smiled as she saw me descending from the staircase.

"Hey sweetie. Want some toast?" she asked. I smiled and took some. As I nibbled on my toast, I thought of my weird dream last night and what the girl's nursery rhyme was – I think it had something to do with hotdogs and OJ…

"Hey Rose, you okay?" my mom asked, noticing my quietness. I gave her a reassuring smile and nodded.

"Just some weird dream I had last night," I said, She nodded warily and went back to the orange juice – OJ! – she was making. Once she was done, she handed the drink to me and I sipped it slowly, savoring the citrus drink. Ah, heaven!

Once I was done, I got up, kissed my mom goodbye, headed to my bike, and went to school. When I arrived, I parked my bike and headed to the stairs.

"Rose!" someone called behind me. I turned and smiled at my best friend – Blake Carson.

"Hey Blake," I greeted. He shot me his million dollar smile and gave me a big hug. Of course, me being 5'3" and Blake being 5'10", my feet were not on the floor anymore. Instead, I was pretty much dangling.

"Blake, my feet misses the floor so please put me down," I said. He let go of me and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry. Anyway, how was your weekend?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Same. Homework, chores, random baking, sleeping," I said.
"Why not get out of your house for a change," he suggested with a raised eyebrow. I sighed.

"I don't want to. And besides, I need to make use of my time wisely, and I've been sleeping late in school days so yeah," I told him. He shrugged and we walked to our lockers – which were beside each other.

"Hey, I heard that there's a new student. I wonder who it is…" Blake said.
"Don't know, don't care," I muttered and bid him a goodbye as I headed to my first class.

I sat on the very back… and let's just say my reputation here is… not so high. I'm pretty much just known here for looking like a porcelain doll – and of course, people would say things about it like 'hey look, it's the walking doll. I wonder if- blahblahblah!' and the like.

As the teacher entered, everyone hurried to their seats. The seat beside me is –of course – empty. Nobody wants to sit with a living doll right? Whatever to them.

"Alright class, we have a new student…" I let my teacher's voice wander away as my mind flew to a different subject – pancakes.

Pancakes are… SO DAMN AWESOME! I mean, who doesn't love pancakes – idiots, obviously. No offense to those peeps. They're missing out something great in their lives! – The syrup with the soft and awesome pancake is like… heaven! I wonder if there's some sort of pancake god in Greek mythology.

"…ker? Miss Parker!" my teacher called. I jumped a bit and saw everyone looking at me.

"Y-Yes sir?" I squeaked.
"Please give Mister Thomason a tour around the school later," he told me. I nodded and looked at the –HOLY GUACAMOLE! This dude's a freakin' replica of Adonis! – well, not really but hey, this guy's HAWT!

He has brown hair that's so tempting to run my fingers into. His face is perfectly sculpted and his eyes are a beautiful shade of sky blue. He has pink lips that's – Bad Rose! Bad! No thoughts like that!

I looked around and saw girls literally drooling – ugh, it's going to flood with drool here! – and guys looking at him, their faces practically saying 'why am I not him?'

I looked up at Adonis and saw him sit down beside me.

"Hi," I mumbled.
"Hn," he muttered. Now that I don't know what to say, I faced the teacher and listened – well, tried to. I mean, how can you concentrate when there's a friggin' god beside you! – as he talked about… wait, what the hell is he talking about?

A folded paper landed on my table. I raised my eyebrow and looked around me. I stopped at my seat mate, who was eyeing the folded paper and had the look that was telling me to read it.

I opened the note and saw this:

Never knew I'd see the moon princess here in the mortal world. –Jared

WHAT?


Okay, first chapter done! :D Anyway, please R&R

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