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Azalea felt extremely tired, she didn’t want to go to school today but the sound of her mother yelling at everyone to wake up. She pulled the thick doona over her head to try and block out the sounds, “Azalea!” Her mother bellowed in irritation as she came into her room, standing there and glaring, “Come on! You’re going to be late!” She huffed, as she stormed over and pulled the covers back, “I have a free in the morning…” She said sleepily, “I don’t care. You’re going to go, and be in the library.” Her mother said as she left the room.

Azalea groaned and finally got up, and realised she was in the clothes from yesterday. Michael had must of tucked her in without asking her to get changed. She changed her skirt to a thick black and white checked one with another random jumper she picked out. She combed her hair and decided to leave it out for today, she pulled on a beanie and grabbed her bag and went to the kitchen to grab some toast before being ushered into the car. She was between her two sisters, who were bickering over some cute guy they saw at school. She sighed and let her mind relax and wander, she had no idea how she did it but could hear whispers around her, yet they were fast and mumbled.

Though she found it relaxing since it was soothing, nice warmth filled her as she dug deeper through the whispering voices then was jolted out of her meditation state by the car breaking hard. Her mother stared out the window as people crossed the road, Azalea caught sight of her mothers shocked look.

“Mum, you okay?” She asked her, “Ah yeah… I am.” She said sitting back as she breathed in and breathed out, letting her body relax, “Just tensed up that’s all.” She said as she then drove of. Azalea could hear the tiredness in her voice, whatever they were up to last night, was slowly taking its toll on her family. Everyone seemed apprehensive about god knows what.

But she didn’t give a crap about them; she had her own issues to worry about. Especially about what she saw yesterday, it made her shiver a little. So her visions of that man weren’t wrong, he was real. And it kind of frightened her, who knows what kind of… thing he is. He could be some creep, a killer, psychopath, who knows! She knew that lovely looks can be the ultimate destruction of her life, hence her past times with guys who seemed hot but were black in heart when they’re out of their skin. She picked at her scarf, then closed her eyes and allowed her racing heart to calm down. She didn’t want to go to school all edgy and jumpy.

The car stopped and her mother told them all to get out and they all moved out quickly, “Ma is a bit edgy.” Azalea said to her sisters. Olive shrugged, “She’s like that.” She said and turned to hurry of, as if the topic of their mother was uncomfortable, “What’s wrong with her?” She asked Lilly, watching Olive push past kids and causing a little bit of anger amongst them.

“Dunno, I gotta go. See ya.” She said and also hurried of, leaving Azalea confused. ‘They are so weird,’ She thought as she headed up to her locker to grab a book and her journal, before going to sign in late and headed up to the library. She found a nice little corner that was somewhat private. She sat and opened her journal; she drew over the man she envisioned, making the picture better defined aside from his face. His face was still unknown, which kind of frustrated her. She despised unfinished work when it came to drawing; she always liked to have everything done without any delay. She stared at the picture, pleased with what she drew. The illustration gave of an enchanting and mysterious feeling, as if the face would unlock some kind of secret truths.

She then began to mess with the drawing, adding different things to his body. Observing what went with what, and what didn’t go with. Though she kept drawing wings, different types but couldn’t decide which one matched, his body was perfect for different types, bat like wings, feathered wings, and fairy wings and made up ones she thought of.

She never drew this many different types of pictures like this; she had this desire and curiosity to find out what really worked well with his body. She felt no more of it now and set her book down to lean back and read her novel she brought up with, Venom by Fiona Paul. It was different compared to the sci-fi and supernatural like books she read, but a bit of a change was good. But was nice to be alone, away from prying and judging looks she got when she first walked into this school. Away from the bitchy girls and good-looking boys who had a look that wanted to suck you into their venomous embrace.

She remembered that heart breaking memory that tore her heart into two. She had been dating a young lad who was a year older than her; he was a cute and well dressed man. Which of course, pulled in the peasant girl into his charming smile. But she didn’t know that he was just going to mess with her. They started of awkwardly, getting to know each other and whatnot, until he kissed her and her world fell away from her. He had brought her along to parties his really rich family had organised, and paraded her around as his ‘love of his life’. She enjoyed it, he had showered her with pretty dresses and jewellery, and bought her anything she wanted. But she, brought up to be well mannered, had kindly turned down his offers but he had insisted on her taking them. They had finally agreed on to just wear them when they went out. Which was pretty much everyday of the week. But not until the point where they were really were hitting it of, he had confessed to her. He had told her that all the stuff he did for her was just a hoax, a dare his friends made him do. He never really loved her, never meant a single word and that the things he bought was for his other girlfriend who he fucked every night while she was asleep in the other room. No wonder he looked all haggard and worn out the next day. He laughed at her reaction, her tears of misery and despair, which made her heart, squeeze in pain.

She stumbled out of the lovely mansion as his friends appeared out of nowhere, all cracking up laughing as well. They were filming it to; they had filmed everything and had placed it up on Facebook for their friends to see. She was a laughing stock at the school the next day, she was pushed and shoved around, catcalled and was named a ‘Naïve Fool’. And not only that, she was called a slut, whore and so on from the girls who ‘believed’ she fucked her own town because she was poor and had to get money to look after her ugly little children. It was hell for her for the last few weeks of her school before she moved away. To this day, she still hasn’t told her mother, but why would she care? She was always out and about when she needed her the most, but her drawing had saved Azalea from her depressive state, and kept a separate journal for dark and depressive stuff.

And it helped her, writing, drawing and ripping had allowed her anger and anguish to lessen and lessen until she got onto the plane. She felt free somehow, in the confined place of the plane. She had vowed she was never to allow her feelings to run wild for a boy who could ultimately give her everything but not his heart. She had vowed she was going to leave the sadness behind back in Yorkshire, to forget those bad memories of her shitty school. She then had a sudden flash of images; of the girls she met yesterday Tuesday afternoon. They were in the library, prowling like cats, looking for their prey and had descended upon Azalea in her corner.

Then she was back in her body, and felt fear rise up. But shook her head to push down that and got up to pack her stuff up, she didn’t want to face them. They represented the girls back in England, and she didn’t want to be near them. But it was to late when she heard the mischievous giggles come around and they stood there, smirking at her, “Heya blue girl, saw ya comin’ this way.” The Leader said, “You should know this is our territory and we don’t allow no lil peasant girls here. Don’t want your filth to ruin this ground.” She declared in a mocking attitude. “I was just going.” She said moving forward but was blocked by Silicone Ali breasts.

She pursed her lips together and stepped back, having a neutral expression on. She was totally not going to allow some skanky looking girls bring her down, “Really? Are you really going to leave? Or are you going to lie to us,” the Trio stepped closer, eerily in sync, “and waddle back here like a mole you are.” She hissed, “No, and I mean it. I am going to go somewhere else.” She said more sternly but felt instantly regret when one of the girls stormed up to her and backed her up against the wall, her defying gravity tits pressed against her, “Don’t use that voice to us, you little-”

“Hey! What on earth is going on here?” Michael’s voice drifted around them, as the girl stepped back, glaring at the captain. “Oh nothing, making sure that girl knows where her place is.” The Leader cooed at Michael, smirking at him, “Go away Leela, I, or, we,” he pointed to himself and to Azalea, “Don’t need your shit. And nothing is yours, you don’t own jack shit.” He said harshly as he stopped Leela’s seductive walk to him, “Oh hush, everything is mine. I. Own. This. Place.” She said, pronouncing each word hard yet slowly like Michael was a baby.

“Right,” he drawled out, “Go ask the teachers then, ask them if they can look for your name in the places you ‘own’.” He said, “Now fuck of, and leave Azalea alone.” He said pushing past Leela and peeling the girl of Azalea. The Trio glared at Michael and walked of, their butts jiggling a little in their mini skirts. Michael looked at Azalea, frowning as he saw the look on Azalea’s face; he pulled her in and hugged her tightly. “Hey, it’s going to be fine.” He replied in a soothing voice, which brought her to calmness and push away her tears that threatened to spill. She stayed in his arms, her forehead resting on his chest and listening to his heart beat.

Michael held her until she was the one to pull away and say that was enough, but she didn’t. It surprised him a little and then felt a little worried when she wasn’t moving; he pulled her away and looked at her. She looked puzzled and he let out a soft awkward laugh, “O-Oh sorry… I um… You weren’t moving and I got worried… Normally girls would have pulled away by now…” He was getting all shy and red faced which made her giggle, “Haha, well I was thinking the same. Lucky you pulled back otherwise we’d be here forever.” She said smiling up at him as the pair stepped back from each other a little but still stayed close, “Ah yeah…” He scratched the back of his head shyly, he liked the thought of holding her forever, he could tell the troubled look in her eyes and had a feeling that this girl needed a good old hug.

“But um yeah… About before, don’t get scared or intimidated by those girls. They always do that to new students, but I’m here to look after you.” He said as the pair began to leave the area. “Okay… Thanks.” She said as she then took notice of the library. It was a big library, with lots of rows of books, funky chairs and tables to sit at for reading or studying. There was also that window chair thing that seemed to be always taken by kissing couples or just loners. And it was reasonably quiet, just the soft hum of voices.

And the snow outside made everything look magical somehow. But that was to her, others would find the place plain and boring. “Come on, let’s enjoy our free.” Michael said eventually as he took her outside to the field. He had asked her to set her stuff under some covers and then threw a snowball at her.

She just stared at him in shock, her mouth open a little, “Hahaha!” He laughed seeing her hair covered in snow, “Oh nah! You so didn’t do that!” She yelled making her own snowball and throwing it at his laughing face. That shut him up as she grinned playfully, giggling at his cute pouting face. For the rest of their free, they played together in the snow. They chased each other around trees and throwing snowballs at each other. He was fast and quick with dodging her attacks, which frustrated her a little. She then hid behind a tree to wait for him to get closer; she heard the sound of the crunch of his boots against the snow then jumped out and jumped on him.

He fell back in the snow with her on top, the two laughing crazily. She rolled of him and lay beside him, staring up at the grey sky. “Oh my,” she huffed out, seeing her breath, “That was so fun.” She turned her head to look at Michael, “Yeah, it was.” He smiled back at her, “Thank you.” She said, feeling their hands brush slightly. Lucky she was already red faced or he’d notice her blush, “Oh no need to thank me. I just wanted to make you feel better.” He said looking away nervously, “Well it worked, Michael. So I’m grateful for that.” She said laying on her side to look at him better, “O-Oh… Good…” He said.

The bell went for second period and the two got up, “Well that was bad timing.” He said sighing, “We can play later.” She nudged his hip with hers as they walked to class.

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English was boring; she never liked it in the beginning and never will like it. She found the class so pointless and didn’t know what it would be worth later in life. The only good thing about English was that you got to do a story-writing task in one of the topics. That was the only thing she liked since she’d always ace that topic with flying colours. She was on her laptop; the teacher had asked to look up pictures that resembled something mysterious and strange.

She had a drawing that resembled that perfectly and had it with her. The teacher approved of the drawing and had complimented on it, “Wonderful, I can really see how it’d be mysterious.” Mrs Glassworth said to her. Azalea simply smiled and came back to her desk. While she worked on a one-page essay, which she bullshitted most of it, her mind wandered. Like always, she found herself hearing fast whispering voices that surrounded her. She noticed that if she concentrated more on one particular she could make out the words:

“Ugh, I so cant be fucked to do this. This teacher is such a bore and so mean to me.”

“Why do we have to do this? This is such a waste of time, I want to text my boyfriend!”

“I wonder what my mummy gave me for lunch today… I hope its soup.”

“Sex, sex, sex, sex…”

“I can’t believe that Lucy gave that teacher a blow job, that was so crazy!”

It amused Azalea of what the students were thinking. It made her smile a little then a particular whisper got her curious…

“I fucking hate that new chick, Azalea. Coming in here and thinking she owns this place. Nuh uh. I own this place. I OWN IT. And I can’t believe Michael stood up for her! My darling betrayed me! I wish he didn’t stick around with those losers… They are so ruining him. But oh well, Ill focus my attention on Miss Azalea and ruin her 2 years here. Ill make sure she runs with her tail behind her legs!”

Azalea glanced over and saw Leela, holding her pen tightly in her grasp. It irritated her that the girl thought she was going to take over the school; did she think that every new kid was going to do that? Or is it because she is a friend of Michaels?

That’s what frustrated Azalea, people thinking of things that aren’t true no matter how much you tell them. She wanted to get up and yell at the girl, to tell her she wasn’t here to take anything from her. That she was only here to start anew with her life at school and deal with no more drama. But Azalea couldn’t do jack shit since she was too scared to go up to some chick who thought was all high and mighty.

Azalea hoped, hoped, that nothing bad was going to happen to her. She was mulling over whether she should tell her friends or not. Well she had maths next so she could at least tell Ayden about what she ‘overheard’. Lucky her, the bell went and she slammed her laptop down and grabbed her stuff, getting a few stares her way as she hurried out to her next class.

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She didn’t expect the quiet boy to freak out when she told him. He literally grabbed her and hugged her tightly. She wasn’t really upset about it, but he made it seem like she was. She had pushed him away kindly and just shook her head, “I’m not upset, Ayden. Truly. It just annoys me.” She said to him as they sat in the back, heads down close as they chat.

“But… Why don’t you go tell the teacher or something? She harassed you twice now!” He said, his voice all worried and scared. She smiled and patted his hand, “Yeah, but I know how bitchy girls work. They suck up to the teacher and are good for a few days before staring their attack again. This time worse.” She said, “I’ve had experience.” She added. Ayden looked even more worried which made her sit back and sigh.

“Well, we need to report this to the group. We can help you,” he said hugging her again. She pursed her lips tightly together, “’Kay.” She replied smiling a little at how nice Ayden and how protective he was about her.

Math went on slowly for some reason but it ended eventually after what felt like an hour for Azalea. Ayden walked with her to Art, “Don’t forget, report to the group at lunch!” He said smiling as he skipped away to his free. “Report what?” Nevaeh spoke up behind Azalea just as she headed into class.

She got startled a little and smiled at the girl, “Ill tell you once we sit.” She said and the two girls headed to their seats and ‘began’ to work on their project. “Spill.” She said as she looked at Azalea curiously, “Well, I overheard Lilly muttering to some girl next to her about getting some kind of revenge or whatever on me because ‘apparently’ I’m going to take over what’s ‘hers’.” She air quoted, “And she isn’t to happy with Michael keeping my back safe and hanging out with you guys.” Azalea added. Nevaeh looked like a raging storm cloud which kind of made Azalea scared, she didn’t want no fights to happen, she just wanted help to get things clear. “I’ll beat that bitch up…” Nevaeh hissed under her breath, “Oh don’t!” Azalea placed her hand on the angry looking girl, “I don’t want no fights to happen, and I just want to make things clear with her!” Azalea pleaded softly.

“Azalea, your not the only one that gets this kind of shit. Lilly does this to every new kid!” Nevaeh raised her voice a little, making a few heads to turn their way. “Hush… Please Nevaeh… Just tell her that I’m not here to take over or whatever… I’m just here to do normal shit, do what a student does: Study, work, socialise.” Azalea said the last one a little nervously.

“Like hell she’ll believe that.” Nevaeh said jotting down stuff in the mind map as the teacher walked by to check on everyone. “Whatever, I’ll do what I can. I don’t want you to get a bad impression of this school only a few days in.” Nevaeh said, sounding determined yet agitated.

Azalea sighed a little as she nodded, “Just stay clear of violence…” She mumbled softly as the two girls jotted down ideas for their project. Azalea didn’t feel so good; she could feel something bad was going to happen that’d cause someone to be badly injured. ‘Great, first the visions, hearing voices a.k.a thoughts of other people now this. I should of just kept my damn mouth shut.’ She thought, holding her pencil so tightly that it snapped, making her and Nevaeh jump a bit. “Hey, you alright?” She said in shock as she watched the pencil snapped in half fall on the table, “Yeah… Just stressed a little…” She replied shrugging, “Nothing to worry about.” She said giving Nevaeh a reassuring smile, but she could see the wariness in her eyes.

She stared at the broken pencil, looking at the little broken bits of wood that scattered around the two halves. She felt that calmness come over her as she focused intently at one particular piece, she felt herself balancing her mind and soul, keeping it all steady. By doing so, she began to move the little splinter, turning it around and around, up and down and left to right. She was mesmerised by it, not thinking that she was able to do such thing.

She didn’t even hear Nevaeh talking to her or poking her to snap out of it. Azalea sat back and blinked then looked at Nevaeh blankly, “What?” She asked a little to rudely at Nevaeh, she looked kind of guilty and pointed to the teacher who was glaring at her, “Azalea, don’t speak so rudely. Please concentrate!” The teacher said sternly, “S-Sorry…” She apologised looking away a little, feeling stupid and awkward. She didn’t want to look at Nevaeh; she didn’t want to show how scared she was. What on earth was she doing? How and why? She could centre herself when she was meditating but never like what she just experienced.

That was something amazing yet terrifying to feel and see. Maybe she was just stressed out she was seeing and hearing things. Maybe she needed to meditate more? Or less? Or none and get a goodnight sleep? But she was already getting a goodnight sleep… Maybe it was when she saw that raven on the way home and it messed up her head? Or maybe, evil spirits are haunting her and making her see things and whatnot. It made her shiver at the thought, and before her mind could make a list of things what could be screwing around with her, the bell saved her. She stood up with Nevaeh and they headed out to lunch. As they gathered their food and sat down Nevaeh stated to the whole group who all came together, “Ayden will know this, but Azalea has said she had overheard Miss Skank and some chick, most likely her slut group, talking about getting revenge on Azalea because somehow with their retarded minds they think she is taking over the school.” She glanced at the shock, wide-eyed expressions of the different people around her.

“Yep, and we have to deal with this. I really don’t understand how their minds work, Azalea hasn’t even been here for more than a week.” She added shrugging and sighing, “Oh fucking great.” Shelly shook her head in annoyance. “Drama at the start of the year, wonderful.” She muttered under her breath crossing her arms. “And somehow we are always stuck in it. With everyone.” Hunter said scoffed, Azalea looked down at her tray of food.

“I didn’t mean to do anything… I don’t want you to get sucked into something that I should take up myself…” She said mellifluously twiddling her thumbs in her lap. “Hey, hey, hey… Don’t take things upon your own shoulders. Hunter just doesn’t like having his ego or popularity downgraded. He is a model don’t forget.” Nevaeh glowered at the male model, making him look away mulishly. “Yeah!” Julie pipped in eventually, wanting to say something this whole time, “We are always with ya! To the end we will walk!” She said patting Azalea’s back soothingly as the rest of them nodded, except Hunter.

“Are you sure?” She asked looking up and meeting everyone’s gazes, “Yes, we are sure. Ill make sure I put my ex back into place and show her you mean no harm.” Michael said, giving her a cute side grin.

She blushed and bowed her head slightly, “Thank you guys… it means so much to me…” She said, her voice filled with appreciation and admiration. It really was nice that they were helping her; she would, back in her old school try and fix things on her own. Which is why her parents didn’t know much about her, not her fault, they were hardly home when she’d come running crying.

That was another thing that concerned her, and it bothered her as much as the weird visions she was having. But that was something else that had to be looked into later; she was going to research on Tulsa’s history and hopefully find something about her issue and what that weird feeling that hangs in the air. But right now wasn’t the time to ponder on those thoughts and come back to reality. She had to seriously think of how to stop her mind wandering off-topic. “Alright! Chill guys,” Nevaeh’s voice broke through Azalea’s arguing mind, bring her attention back, “We will not use violence, even though I really wanna, and try to talk Miss Nutcase about Azalea’s situation here in school.” She then looked at the pastel blue haired girl, admiring her a little, “But you need to tell her, ‘cause she wont listen or believe us.” Nevaeh said, “Okay… Ill say what I feel. But I have a feeling that it’ll cause more problems… Throwing more oil into the fire.” She said as everyone looked at her, nodding a little.

“But we need to take the chance anyways, like I always say, and the rest of us to is that we are here for you.” She said, frowning a little as she noticed that Azalea had troubles of believing things. It was sad to see the girl all cooped up in her own mind, always distant and always frightened. Nevaeh wanted to prove to Azalea that her and her group were really good people and able to be trusted and were really caring about any troubles that arise among each other. Though, if Azalea came from a really crappy school that had girls who were worse than the Trio, then it would take a long time to heal the wounds that had been inflicted on the girl. It was a shame to see such a beautiful young girl be trapped in her own past, to be dragged down by her fear of being hurt again.

Feeling determined, Nevaeh was going to show Azalea everything good about life. How everything isn’t so bad, she was going to make sure she took her out often so she wasn’t cooped up in her room all the time. She was going to give Azalea her life back that was stolen back in England. No matter what the cost, she was gonna do it.

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Ew the Trio *So originial* But they will get interesting later on, hehe. Im excited to put out their awesome but terrible secret! I hope your enjoying the story so far, its kind of weird and slow paced right now but since I am in my last year of school, that kind of comes on top. So I am trying to write as much as I can! Love you all!

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