<span style="font-style: italic">They wanted to get rid of me.</span>That was all i could think about as I decended from the small plane.<span style="font-style: italic">My parents wanted me as far away from them as possible and they've succeded.</span><br/><br/>Earlier this week I was sent a broghure for some rich kid boarding school on an island near Rhode Island. The brochure looked nice, atleast, and I honesty didnt care for the slip of paper. Now, I wish I could go back and burn it. Even though I didn't care for it much, I still got a tiny feeling when I looked at it. It was so faint I wasn't sure it was there.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Fear.</span><br/><br/>What I felt was a small pang of fear. And yet I disregarded it and left the counter for the maid to give to my foolish parents. But who could blame them? Who would want such a pitiful,<span style="font-style: italic">freak</span>of a son?<br/><br/>Yeah, I said freak, and I mean it too! I am a freak and no, it isn't because I look a tad emo (though I would say I have more of a scene look if I may say so myself), or that my eyes are really freakish, or that everytime I got a girlfriend they broke up with me for the same reason, that I am to<span style="font-style: italic">overwhelming</span>... though really I am a simple person.<br/><br/>It's because something strange has been happening lately; I seem to be witnessing, no<span style="font-style: italic">making</span>, things happen lately. It's like the one time in gym, when I didn't want to go outside for gym on a really hot day, rain came pouring out of the say. Or the one time when during study period some snobs were speaking ill of my family and me t myfae and I got so angry that the kids literally combusted.<br/><br/>That was when I got nicknamed "demon", and "monster", and even "Merlin". The last one was given to me by the somewhat nice kids at my school. Occurances happened more often after that, and it seemed to intensify the moment I turned 16 a couple of weeks ago.<br/><br/>The start of a new year and I get sent far, far away. Talk about showing your affection. But then again I hadn't really spoken up about all this, not that it would matter anyways. Once my stupid parents had their minds set it was nearly impossible to change it, escepially my mother.<br/><br/>As I made my way to the only car and person on the runway I sighed, hoping everything would turn out alright. Maybe even better than my old school.<br/><br/>The guy waiting at the car glared at me.<span style="font-style: italic">Did I do something wrong already?</span>I slugishly made my way towards him nodding my head in a greeting. He had brown hair and it was somewhat long as it stuck close to his neck with bangs parted to the side. The guy blew smoke at my face and I coughed several times. I knew istently I didn't like this guy with his laid-back posture but creepy stare and those eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dragon eyes.</span>That was what went through my head. They were like that of a dragons, confident and beautiful with the green and the brow mixing together perfectly.<br/><br/>"Are you Caspian Faraday?" The guy asked in a serious tone. I noded once but didn't speak. He stuck his hand out slowly and said, "I am the headmaster of this school, Paver Valentine, you may call me Paver."<br/><br/>I took his hand and recoilded. My whole hand was shocked. It was painful and I gripped my hand, turning my attention to Paver. A wave of shivers was sent throughout my body as I stared into Pavers' face. He was giving a smile that would give puppies heart attacks.<br/><br/>I should have ran when those few words left his lips, "Well isn't this interesting?"<br/><br/>When he gestured to the black porsha my feet moved on their own and I was entering the passengers side. The widows were rolled down and cold, salty air blew in. I was scared but I hadn't known why, so I took my head phones and listened to some heavy metal, I pulling my jacket closer around me and burried my face in my scarf. We begun to head to my new school, and my new life.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just what I needed</span>, I though sarcastically.<br/><br/>-- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>My hands moved freely on the canves as I mixed the other colors and waved them across with my paint brush. My ears twitched at the slightest movement and my tail swished back and forth in frustration. I was painting a butterfly when it flew away, I tried calling it back but it ignored me,<span style="font-style: italic">how rude!</span><br/><br/>I was strangly anxious today and really bothered. We were informed of the new student that was transfering here, and we were told that we soul give the person a friendly welcome to the school. But something just wasn't right. I could<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>it.<br/><br/>I had the strangest feeling that something real exciting was going to happen real soon.  Maybe what must be the reason I was really anxious, and still is.<br/><br/>"I hope he hurries up and gets here..." I said aloud to myself and breathed, tring to calm myself down and so it would be eaisier to put a smile on and be welcoming to the new person. 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