The Lost Kingdom

Chapter 2

As I walked through the crowded school hallways with  Vivienne,  to my first class Spanish- 

Period 1- Spanish

Period 2- Art

Period 3- English 

Lunch 

Period 4- Math

Period 5- History 

Period 6- Science 

People stared at me like I was fresh meat they could have a go at. Finding a seat in the back next to Vivienne was easy, for some reason people were avoiding her and sitting not to close to her but not to far away. When I asked her about it she just said she had built a reputation here. As class started so did my boredom, maybe this is what Viv mentioned by school being boring. I had already learned Spanish fluently and was only in the class for Viv, she had a problem at learning languages and had decided to start with the closest to English. As class droned on my  excitement for school slowly diminished. 

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I was walking in the hallways of the school when I felt a burning pain shoot up into my skull, gasping for a breath I lend on the wall next to me. Suddenly my vision filled up with the image of a boy a little older looking than me rapped in shadows with black angle wings swooping to the sides of him. All though I could not see his face I could tell he was beautiful. Like a fallen angel.      "Phoenix are you good?" Vivienne said with her hands on my shoulders looking worried.                 "Why do you ask?" I question wondering if some how she saw the vision of the boy too.                   "Your eyes were glowing. Was it a vision again?" She integrated me.                                                              " Yes" I answered softly shifting from side to side.                                                                                               " You need to get those visions under control. Come on your going to be late for art."Vivienne announced.  

Now that I was heading to second hour, the class I was looking forward to the most, Art. Just barely making to class I felt automatically  in my element, the soft music, and easels spread around the room sporadically. I sat down in my seat just as the teacher called attention to the class, 

"Now I want you all to be creative and have fun for you first project" The art teacher said.

With that said everyone rushed off to do their own thing, and I went to go grab oil paints and started painting the boy from the vision I saw earlier. This is something I often do because as good as a memory I have I can't reminder every detail unless it is very recent.                              Soon I painted everything, all the emotion I felt in the vision. From the darkness to the fear and to the love.                                                                                                                                                                         

The bell rang, I hurried off to English which was even more boring then Spanish, but it passed rather quickly and before I knew I was facing the nightmare called lunch. 

As I walked into the lunch room I saw Vivian at the same time as she saw me,"Phoenix over here" she shouted. I nodded and walked over to the table her and the rest of the pack were at, I know most of the pack members well because I'm aware of their werewolf status. My eyes wandered around the cafeteria noticeing people edged away from the table "Vivian why are people wary of the pack" I asked  "you see the mortals view us as outcast and freaks " she whispered softly "because we act differently here then at home, like Jonny likes to light fires in the trash can behind the school, which he would never do that at home" "Jonny" I shout slapping him on the shoulder. " why would you do that." As Phoenix talked to the pack she never noticed the boy slip the note into her bag. Lunch soon finished and the rest of the day just as fast. At last it was time for more training.