Chapter Two

My body slung forwards as I gasp for air. Breathing hard I look around. Where am I? My vision came into focus as I realised where I was. I sigh in relief. I was in my room. It was all a dream. What an odd dream though. I grab my ankle where the person held in my dream. As I look it over I see nothing. No mark or anything. Strange. It was so realistic.

"Victoria! You'd better hurry or you will be late to school!" My mother's voice calls from downstairs.

I turn back into bed and groan loudly into my pillow. Why do I have to join in the middle of the year!? I hated being the center of everyones's focus. Then my bedroom door creaked open and, in stepped my mother.

"Is that the sound of excitement I hear?" She asked.

"Or the sound of my will to devour the unborn..." I mumbled trying to make a sick joke.

"And that is why I brought you some eggs to eat while you get ready, my dear!" She laughed.

I roll my eyes at her over excited self. She is always so happy. I don't know how she manages to do that all the time. She places a warm hand over my back and pats my back gently. Even though I wasn't a fan of the over excitement, I adored the motherly affection.

"You will be fine Vicky..." She said soothingly.

For a brief moment I actually believed her. I wait until after she has left the room to get out of bed. I walk over to my closet and pick out a pair of dark green skinny jeans, a blue short sleeved lace top, and a pair of black knee high converses. Nice and comfy.

Looking in the mirror I notice how pale my skin actually is. Everyone in this area was bound to have a tan of some sorts. Here I was practically a sheet of printer paper. It didn't help that my hair had been dyed from its original black to a teal blue. I stand out like a sore thumb. What did people call these curls, beach curls? Quickly running a brush through it, I cram a mouth full of eggs into my mouth, and hurried into my bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and applied some perfume. It smelled of some vanilla and a certain flower. Hey, smelling like perfume beats the smell of salt water to me. I race downstairs in a flash almost bumping into my younger sister Willow.

"Hey watch it or i'll turn you into a toad!" She snaps.

Oh. I almost forget that she is a witch as well as every female in our family line. We prefer to keep it on the down-low though. I roll my eyes as I grab my back off of the counter and wave.

"Bye mom! I am off to school!" I yelled.

Before she could comment I hurried outside and onto my motorcycle. I straddled the bike and I let the engine roar to life as it starts. God I love how the engine purrs to my ears. For a 1997 Boulavard, she sounds mighty fine. I put on my helmet and back out of the driveway and onto the road. Once I was one the road I smiled widely.

I couldn't help but smile. It feels so good to just be free. To let the air just soar right past you as you race forwards! It's a total rush. I come along side the sandy beaches and gaze out to the sea. Wow, it looks like a crystal sea... It's so mezmerizing. I looked out further in the sea when I notice a small twinkle of a light. Squinting my eyes I looked closer. What is--

"WATCH OUT!" Someone screams.

My gaze snaps back into reality as I look ahead. A person was walking across the road! SHIT! I hit the breaks and snap the bar to the side. I hear the sound of rubber screeching and smell the rubber tires as the burned. Then, I'm airborne. I collided with someone's body. As we smacked to the ground my helmet rolled off. I groan in pain. Fuck, that is going to leave marks.

I titled my head over to see someone looking over me. I curse to myself as I slowly stand up and catch a glimpse of my arms. There is small cuts everywhere. Ouch. They sting just a bit as well. I run a hand softly through my hair as I look towards the person I hit. Where is the person I hit? My eyes look around to see many faces starring at me. I curse to myself again as I realise how stupid I must look. Did I really crash... on nothing? I got back on my bike and quickly drive off. I wonder what my mom would kill me for, crashing the bike, or being late on my first day...