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Prologue~ First Meetings

            The first time I saw Noctavious Nighte, I was in sixth grade.  I was young, –sort of—innocent…  and I had no idea how much he would change my life forever.

I remember walking out of my small elementary cl*censored*room with my friends, then pausing to tie my shoe.  They continued on, promising to wait for me by the curb.  As I reached down, I remember feeling those deep brown eyes on my back.  As I stood back up, I causally glanced around.  Then, I saw him.

             His smooth black hair was slightly tousled, maybe even windblown.  His rich emerald eyes were rooted on me.  Though his posture was casual, he had a sort of regal elegance about him.

            “Sarah, come on!”  I blushed and hurriedly went to meet my friends.

            For weeks afterward, we giggled and whispered about my “dream man.”  And even after that faded, it was still a personal joke between us.

            The next time was in eight grade.  I was pushing through the crowded hall, trying to make it on time to my history cl*censored*, when I was suddenly bumped, harder than the last times.

            “Oops, sorry.”  His rich deep baritones filled my ears, filled them with impenetrable cotton.  It was him again.  I looked up and met his gaze, my tongue thick and dry in my mouth.

            Opting not to embarr*censored* myself in front of him, I gave him a quick nod and scurried through the halls.

Chapter 1

            I brushed my long black hair impatiently away from my face, trying hard to focus on applying mascara to my already-dark lashes.  After that was done, I did a little more make-up magic and headed down from my room.

            It was the first day of school.  I was dressed in the casual jeans and a nice but not overly fancy blue and green top.  I had never been a great lover of school, but I sure didn’t want to end up unsuccessful.  Failure had never been a friend of mine.

            Glancing at the oven clock in the kitchen, I cursed under my breath.  Time to get to school.

            So much for my big breakfast, I though wistfully as I instead grabbed an orange from the little fruit bowl on the island.

            I hurriedly peeled it and headed out the door, calling a fast goodbye to my mom, who was upstairs working in her office.

            I hopped on my skateboard; probably most valued possession, and took off for school, unceremoniously gulping down my orange.

            I was no skateboard pro.  I had gotten mine when I was eight years old, and had taught myself how to ride.  I knew very little about how to truly ride one, or about pro skateboarding.  I just knew that it was a free and fast way of transportation until I had saved up enough to buy my own car.  I still knew a bit, though.  I had done a bit of research, learning the basic points and parts of a common ‘board.

            I coasted to a halt in front of Ellewood High School, hopping off of my board and shoving it into my backpack.  About half of it stuck out, but I didn’t care.

            Like most seventeen year olds, this was my senior year.  That meant proms, parties and fun, but it also meant work.  I had to say, I wasn’t looked forward to much this year.

            I waved to my friend Jennifer, calling out, “Hey, Jen!  Over here!”

            She turned to look at me, but then smiled and said happily, “Sarah!  I haven’t seen you in ages!”

            We embraced each other, then proceeded to walk together to out first cl*censored*, homeroom.  Luckily, we had it together, because I don’t think that I would have been able to manage a room full of hostile seventeen-year-olds on my own.

            “Have you seen the new guy?” Jen whispered suddenly as I was stowing my things in my locker.

            I shook my head.  “No, why?”

            Jen stared at me as if I was a dumb mule, and then just simply shook her head.  “You’ll see,” she said with a devious smile.

            I shrugged mentally and followed her down towards cl*censored* 23.

            Six other periods p*censored*ed in boredom—it was the first day of school, after all.  What was there to teach yet? --And then it was finally time to go home.  I thanked my lucky stars that it hadn’t been a period later, or I think I might have died.

            It was then, when I was rushing through the hallways towards the exit door, when it happened.

            It was so simple, so ordinary, yet so very charged with electrical feeling.

            A simple brush past me, yet so different from the others.  The slight collision had felt icy, yet burning with heat.  I looked up to see who had bumped me, when recognition hit.  His rich green eyes sent shudders racing through my body, his lush lips in that tiny, perfect smile.

            I was simply awestruck, unable to move, unable to speak.  It was him, no doubt about that.  The mystery man from my past, whom I had spent many long nights pondering over.  But why was he here?  I almost was able to stutter out a question, when he simply nodded and disappeared.

            I drew in a deep breath, and realized what question had been at the tip of my tongue.  “Where have you been?” I whispered softly, then turned and headed home.

            I lay in bed that night, my thoughts too awhirl to settle down and let me rest.  I checked the clock for the umpteenth time, reading 11:11.

            “Make a wish,” I whispered to myself.

            As the lucky time p*censored*ed, so did my restlessness.  I feel into a deep sleep with one question on my mind:

            Where have you been?

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Chapter Two

            “So, you’ve seen him?” Jen asked as she jogged up to my side at school the next time, reading my dazed ex
pression perfectly.

            I looked at her for a moment, and then made the connection, but said softly, “It’s him, Jen.”

            Jennifer looked confused for a moment, and then laughed and rolled her eyes.  “You mean him?  The guy from fifth grade?  Sarah, really.  I know it was nice to imagine, but…” Jen paused and closed her eyes thoughtfully, as if groping for the right words.  “We’re seventeen now, Sarah.  We can’t keep imagining things like that, no matter how much we want to.  We’ve got to get back to reality.”

            I stared at her for a moment, dumbstruck.  She thought I had been lying?  I reached for the right words, but couldn’t find any.  After a long moment, I mumbled glumly, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.  I saw the new guy.  He’s that, and nothing more.”  I then quickly hurried to cl*censored*, carefully avoiding her questioning gaze throughout homeroom.

            The next few periods p*censored*ed quickly, and before I knew it, it was lunch.  I looked blankly around the cafeteria for a moment, and then spotted Jennifer at our usual table.  I decided she was forgiven, and hurried over, sliding my tray next to hers.

            She looked up at me, her gaze shrouded in confusion, but a tiny, timid smile warmed her face.  She folded some of her rich, dark brown hair behind her left ear, and blew out a slow breath.

            “Sorry about this morning, Sarah.” She whispered quietly.  “I didn’t mean to offend you.  It’s just—“

            “It’s fine, Jen.” I said hurriedly, smiling.  I didn’t want to open up this subject again, calling for another awkward few periods.

            Jen smiled again, but the gesture didn’t reach her icy blue eyes.  I laughed to encourage her, and she seemed to take it.  We munched in silence after our giggles subsided, and we cleared our empty trays that way, too.

            “Bye,” I said quietly as the bell rang, signaling our cl*censored*es were about to begin again.

            “Bye,” she agreed, and we hurried on our way towards the door.

            I felt trapped in the lunch rush, like a salmon trying to make its way upstream.  A hard shove landed on my left shoulder; it was so sudden that I jumped.  I looked up into Alex Senata’s brooding blue eyes and glared at him.  He simply smirked as we filed into the hall.

            “Oops, sorry, Sarah,” he sneered.  “Didn’t see you there,” he said, his voice full of mock apology.  I knew very well that he had meant to shove me, and he knew it too.

            “Shut up, Alex,” I muttered, annoyed.

            I stalked past him, my dark ex
pression clearing the hall in front of me.

            The rest of the day p*censored*ed in a blur—just as my morning had.  Everything had been a review of last year’s cl*censored*es except for my advanced Calculus cl*censored*, in which Mr. Vienta decided to challenge us with a problem that shouldn’t have been presented until the middle of the school year.  That was the only cl*censored* that I really enjoyed.

            I practically leapt onto my skateboard as the day ended, pumping my left foot on the asphalt as I went.  I could have sworn I had seen a glimpse of silky black hair on my way out, but I wasn’t sure.

            Home was a relief.

Chapter Three

            “Hey mom, I’m home!” I yelled.  I brushed through out front door and into a small hallway, meant for taking off snowy clothes in when the weather took a dip for the cold side.

            “Sarah?” My mother yelled in reply, her tone distracted.  She was probably cooking dinner or doing laundry.

            “Yeah,” I said, my tone etched with exhaustion.

            “Sarah?” My mom asked again, poking her head out of the kitchen.  Her coal-colored hair, beginning to gray with age, was in disarray.  Concern creased her forehead, and her mouth was puckered into a small frown.  “You okay?”

            “Yes, mom, I’m fine.  Just a long day at school.”  I *censored*ured her.

            She nodded, looking unconvinced, and disappeared back into the kitchen.

            I hurried upstairs to avoid further questioning, and plopped down on my desk chair.  My slumped backpack reached the ground and spilled half of its contents, but I ignored it.  My thoughts were too stirred up to even consider something as mundane as homework right now.

            I rolled my chair over to my bed and leaned my head against the soft blanket covering it.  I let out a soft, frustrated moan and let my eyes close.

            Beep!

            Beep!

            Beep!

            I groaned and tried to get up from my uncomfortable slouch on my chair.  My chair?  I groaned again.  I had just spent the whole night sleeping, and not even on my bed?  Frustration stirred sluggishly to life and I tried to get up again.  Wincing, I realized today was going to be a very long day.  My back hurt horrible, and I had kinks in my neck.  Just perfect.

            I struggled out of my seat and flopped onto my bed, staring at my clock.  It read 6:15.  I sighed and sat up, leaning against my pillows for support.  After rolling my neck, I began the journey to my dark, foreboding closet.

            Early morning light filtered through the kitchen windows as I snagged myself a bowl and some milk.  I dumped some cereal in, gulping it down.  I peeked out the windows as I rushed up the stairs to grab my backpack.  It was a cloudy day, hinting at rain.

            When I got back up to my room and had shoved all of my stuff back into it, I thanked the heavens that the *censored*ignments I had been given weren’t due until Friday.  As I yanked out my skateboard, a faint breeze stirred through the room.  I faintly smelled spearmint.  Strange.  As I glanced at the clock, I realized that I was going to be late.  School started in five minutes.

            I cursed under my breath and sprinted down the stairs, nearly ramming into the door.  I yanked it open and quickly slammed it closed, doing up the locks as fast as my fingers would allow.

            I quickly threw my skateboard to the ground and put my left foot towards the nose of the board, guiding the deck in the direction of school.

            Though the school wasn’t far, and I was going very, very fast, I was still late.  The final bell rang through my ears, as sullen as a bell announcing my death.  The first week of school, and I was already late.  Perfect.  Simply perfect.

            I half ran, half trudged to homeroom.  At the teachers questioning glance, I simply muttered, “My mom was sick, I had to help her get situated before I could come to school.  I didn’t bring a note, sorry.”

            The teacher gave me a glare, but didn’t protest as I took the only open seat—of course, one next to Alex.  Today was going to be a long day, indeed.

            Throughout the period, Alex shot me dirty looks and “accidentally” bumped me, but said nothing.  Perhaps he was waiting for the perfect moment, with the perfect barb.  I sighed, and tried my best to ignore it.

            As the bell rang again, I hurried out of cl*censored*, almost knocking over Jen in the process.

            “Where were you?” she asked, tone harsh.

            I sighed, annoyed and embarr*censored*ed.  “I fell asleep at my desk last night, and had some trouble this morning.  It’s nothing.”

            Jen gave me a questioning look, but gave her own sigh, one of defeat.  “Whatever, Sarah.” She muttered, tone a little bitter.

            She avoided me through English, Social Studies, and History, but finally gave up at lunch when I came to sit by me.  We each gave the other an awkward smile, but began a pleasant, normal conversation.

            “Excuse me, is that an open seat?”

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I'm no professional, but I did notice a few things you might want to think about. Firstly, Noctavius. Is there really any parents on this earth that would name their son Noctavius? It isn't an actual name, (Octavius is, but even that's quite rare,) and I can't imagine anyone thinking that it would be a nice name for their son to use for the entire rest of his life.

In the prologue, you described his voice as "his rich, deep baritones". As a baritone is already deep, the word "deep" isn't necessary, and he only has one voice so baritone doesn't need to be pluralised. 

Another thing I noticed was that you have an unnecessary amount of paragraphs, especially in the third chapter. For example,  with a bit of rewording you can turn three paragraphs into one:

"I cursed under my breath and sprinted down the stairs, nearly ramming into the door.  I yanked it open and quickly slammed it closed, doing up the locks as fast as my fingers would allow. Quickly throeing my skateboard to the ground and putting my left foot towards the nose of the board, I guided the deck in the direction of school. Though it wasn’t far, and I was going very, very fast, I was still late.  The final bell rang through my ears, as sullen as a bell announcing my death.  The first week of school, and I was already late.  Perfect.  Simply perfect."

The large amount of short paragraphs makes the writing seem a little choppy, so when you have lots of two- or three-sentence paragraphs one after the other, try to join a few of them together.

The final thing I saw was that the chapters aren't really that different and you could definately join chapters two and three together and it would still make the same amount of, if not more sense.

It's sounding nice so far though. :) Keep it up!