Ty POV~

Now that I think about it, I need a nickname. An undercover name. It makes sense because of where I live. Hmmmmm... I know! Deadlox. In honor of my last name - and the fact that I can control the undead. I don't want to give everyone my real name, it would be too easy for them to track me down. My family was killed in a "fire" a while ago. They were actually killed by the government because of our ability to control the undead. Those paranoid officials thought we might make an army of the dead and take over... Anyways, I'm the only one who survived the government agents, and to avoid an uprising they claimed we had all died accidentally. How evil is that? Anyways, because I can control the undead, I've still been able to keep my parents around sometimes by summoning them. They aren't mindless zombies like the others because of the power they had when they were alive. As a result, they want me to start going to school. Nice time to start forcing me, after 12 years of online learning. In case you were wondering, I'm 17.

Anyways, here's some more info about my powers: I can raise the dead out of the ground without a body being buried there. I can control the zombies, and as a result I get the perfect guard dogs. Now, these powers must sound cool, but there are a few downsides. I don't have a heartbeat, just like a zombie, my skin is extremely pale, and I have crimson eyes. Although, I am extremely strong.

So, my life has its ups and downs, just like everyone else.

One of the biggest downsides is not having a house. I change where I sleep every night just in case some government agents show up. I mainly sleep in trees because of the fact that no one ever looks up. But hey, it could be worse. I mean, I could be dead, right?

(~-_-)~ TARDIS time skip to the first day of school ~(-_-~)

Ugh... I need to get up... it's time for school...

"Ty! Hurry up! You're gonna be late!" I heard the slightly groaning voice of my mom call from the ground.

"Ok, mom!" I called down, and swung out of the tree. I had all of my things in my backpack, school supplies now added to the jumble of survival tools. I even had my fathers iron sword hidden inside. Although, space wasn't an issue because my backpack was magically made bottomless.

I went into the nearby restroom of the park I had slept in, and cleaned myself up for school. I brushed my long hair into place so it hid my eyes. No need to make anyone freak out about them.

I took a deep breath, and gave myself an encouraging smile in the mirror.

"Time to get going." I murmured, and I raced towards the school. I was pretty fast, thanks to all the running I've had to do in my lifetime. I reached the school and headed inside, locating the office.

"Um, hi, I'm Deadlox. I came to get my schedule." I said nervously to the bored looking woman sitting behind the desk.

"Oh, you're early. Most of the students are just arriving." She said, looking at me with surprise. "Anyways, here's your schedule. This is your locker number and combination. Have a great day!" The lady handed me two pieces of paper, and I hurried out, but not before thanking her.

I wandered down the hall, looking for my locker. It took me a few minutes, but I managed to locate it. I twisted in the combination, and the locker swung open. I checked what my first class was, and then I dumped the stuff I didn't need into my locker. According to my schedule, all of my classes were near my locker, so I would have time to get the different binders.

As I set off, the bell rang, indicating that the students could head to their classes now. When I found my class, the kids were already there, and the teacher was writing the agenda on the board. Suddenly he turned around and saw me in the doorway.

"Ahhhh, you must be the new student!" At those words, the other kids stopped talking and looked at me with interest. "What was your name again, Mr..." He trailed off, trying to remember.

"Deadlox." I answered him, and he smiled at me, then he turned back to the class.

"Now then, I want all of you to treat Deadlox nicely, got it?" He told them sternly, and he received a chorus of "Yes Mr.Brown"s. "Well, Deadlox, there's a seat open next to Mitch over there. Go sit down and I'll take attendance." Mr.Brown pointed to an empty seat next to a boy with brown hair, a red checkered sweatshirt, and dog tags. I walked over and sat down, assessing whether or not Mitch was a threat to my well being. What, it pays to be paranoid sometimes!

"Hey dood, I'm Mitch Hughes. This is Jerome." He said, pointing to a guy on his other side with a black suit and a bacca hat. He waved, and I nodded back. "If you need any help finding places, you can ask us. We know about places in this building that even the janitor hasn't found!" Mitch exclaimed proudly. I nodded again, and turned my attention to Mr.Brown. This is gonna be a hectic first day...

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:3 I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I do good? See ya later, my fluffies!