MY mother drops me off and I roll into school. I glance at my schedule and my eyes widen. Geometry is first!!! I can feel my face heating up and my stomach starts getting crumpled up. I am so nervous. I'm literally the worst at geometry. I roll to my class and open the door. Everyone looks at me. They start laughing.

"What???" I look fine...I haven't peed my pants or wore my pajamas to school.

"ENOUGH CLASS!" Yells the teacher.

"Sorry Mr. Carson" the class says in unison. I look up. Woah. Mr. Carson is so photogenic. And he seems... Kind of nice?

"Sorry about that Miss Paisley. May I escorted you to your desk? All I can do is nod.

He pushes me all the way to the back of the class. I look over and I'm next to one girl and one boy. They both smile back at me and slip me a note with their names on it. I slip a note back with my name on it.

"Okay class today we are going to get to know eachother so let's go by alphabetical order! Paisley Anderson come up and tell the class about yourself."

I gulped as I slowly got out of my seat and trembled and wheeled through the walkway of desks.
My palms were starting to sweat and I got red. I started running through what I would say if I could get any words out of my mouth.

"Hi, my name is Paisley Anderson. I have a disease in my legs which causes me to not be able to walk. I like owls and my favorite subject is art."

Okay, good, keep it simple. As I neared the front of the room my mind went blank. I turned around and stared at all the students watching with their piercing eyes ready to judge me in a second.

"Uhhhhh m-my name is Paisley..." My voice started to trail off and crack.

I gulped really hard. I closed my eyes and imagined owls cuddling with me, and my mom making hot chocolate while my dad snuggled close.

"I like owls and I have a disease that makes me not able to walk. Oh and my favorite subject is art." I relaxed and I felt a lot less tense in my shoulders and my mind.

"Very good Paisley, who's next?" Mr. Carson said proudly.

The day went on after that. We did projects in science, the civics teacher dressed up as a Roman to start the class, in reading we have to write a story with a partner then present it (which I'm not very happy about) but other than that everything was good.

I made some friends or at least not make everyone think I'm a nerd or dork and now it's lunch. I go to my locker and find my lunch box which has some flowers with my name on it with curly letters in purple.

Purple has always been my favorite color since my brother was a marine biologist and his favorite fish was the purple betta fish. Everyday he'd bring home bundles of pictures and even sometimes I got to go to his "office." It was exciting to see all of the marine animals like the dolphins and turtles.

He hadn't visited home for a long time though because he was going around the world to study native sea creatures and other things like that. He writes sometimes but barely though. We hope he isn't gone from us forever (if there were an accident) we just don't know. I wheel my way our of my locker when the two people from geometry.

"Hi, we just wanted to check on you. Remember us? From geometry. Anyways my name is Amber." She says happily.

"Hey, I'm Brad" Brad doesn't seem that excited to see me but he's probably hungry.

"You wanna sit with us at lunch?" Amber ask hopefully.

"Oh sure. I usually don't get to sit with other people but why not." I reply. Amber smiles and Brad scurries over to the lunch room.

Right outside the lunch door I can smell the different aromas of the lunch room. The fluffy mashed potatoes, crispy chicken nuggets, the sweet smell of apple and orange juice, and fresh out of the oven, sizzling, cookies! Just catching a whiff of the smell made my stomach grumble.

"Heh, sorry about that.

"I say embarrassed.

"Oh that's okay. I understand, all those scents make everyone want to buy lunch. Except on Thursday, that's bad meatloaf day-and trust me is bad." Amber warns me.

I smile faintly. I guess Amber is a chatterbox which isn't bad because I barely say anything- and when I do it isn't that great.

I never got to look at Amber thoroughly and I realized she was very pretty; with her flowing red hair, oversized black glasses, faint blue eyes, and a smile that if you looked at it, it'd feel like your mom just have you a bite out of soft, melting chocolate chip cookies.

Just looking at her reminded me of home where my adorable, white, Maltese pup is probably snuggled against the couch sleeping soundly. Eventually I make my way into the cafeteria and start eating with my new friends. I didn't have any money so I couldn't buy a cookie. That really bummed me out. Right behind me Mr. Carson appears literally out for no where.

"GAH! Oh hi Mr. Carson. I didn't see you there!" I jump.

"Oh that's quite alright. I tend to sneak up on people once and awhile. I'm just making sure you're comfortable in the school so far." Mr. Carson said reassuringly. 

"Oh then yes I'm doing great." I reply eating my food.

"That's good that's good..." Mr. Carson says softly leaving the table to check on the other million tables in the cafeteria.

•••

Liam's POV

My phone starts ringing in my pocket.

"Liam Carson answering." I say waiting for a reply.

"Yeah whatever, what up Liam, now let's cut to the chase. Did you get the girl?" A familiar and deep voice replies. Recognizing the voice I determine it's Caleb Stake.

"Yes, Stake, now what is your business talking to me about this while I'm doing the job the you were supposed to handle?" I say sarcastically.

"I'm just checking in on you. Remember the time limit you have to do.... the order." Caleb says hesitating.

"Alright well while time is ticking we are just talking on the phone."

"You're right Carson. Sorry to interrupt." And with that he hangs up leaving me with a mission of extreme orders on my case.

I have no time to waste, yet I stand in the corner of the noisy cafeteria watching the most dangerous and powerful girl with swiveling purple smoke around her fingertips. No one else notices it, but me and not one else can stop her...but me.