As a quick reminder, these books get darker as they go, and will include the following:
- T0rture
- Unaliving
- Kidnapping
- Unwanted touching
- Death
1
Harleigh
All eyes are on me as I walk through the doors of Connerton Academy. It’s where I’m going to spend the next four years studying before I can finally move away from here.
I grew up here in Blossom, California, and had hoped to leave after high school, but that didn’t happen. It couldn’t. Not when I was offered a four year ride to a prestigious Academy that others coveted.
How I came to receive a scholarship is beyond me. I didn’t even apply, but there was no mistake and I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Connerton may be located in the middle of nowhere, but it thrives because it offers top of the line studies with around the clock security.
I can already tell that this school is different than my last one as I walk through the doors.
It’s not just the fact that I’ll be living in the dorms, or that most people have to pay out the ass to get a spot here.
There’s just a different energy in the air. Everyone is walking around like they’re meant to be here. There’s no question whether it’s a the right school for them.
I’m walking down the hall lost in my own thoughts and collide with something hard and immoveable. Looking up, I come face to face with the hottest guy I have ever seen. Or rather, face to chest with.
Yeah, I’m that short.
He’s extremely tall and brooding with black hair, glasses, and covered in tattoos. His right eyebrow is pierced, and he has small gauges in both ears and confidence exudes off of him as he stands there smiling at me.
“Hey, you good?” His deep voice sounds like music to my ears.
“Uh, yeah. I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Yeah sure, Harleigh. You managed to hurt him when he’s built as solid as a brick wall. I mentally face palm myself for being a moron.
“I’m fine,” he chuckles with a smirk. “I’m Brian. You’re new here?”
“Yeah. Hi. Harleigh,” I stammer.
Way to be shy. We talked about this, Harleigh. Be confident and shake his hand or something.
Before I can even put that thought into action, he starts talking again. “Me too. First year. Mind if I come with to grab my schedule?”
“Not at all.”
Harleigh, do not blush!
“I don’t mind your blush; I think it’s cute.”
“Oh, my God, I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I seriously suck with guys.
“You did.” He laughs and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “But I like it. Means you’re honest. Come on, Harleigh, let’s get this day started.”
Brian
Of all the secondary choices I had to choose from, I still ended up half way across the world from my parents because they said I needed to broaden my horizon and experience other cultures.
I fought it hard at first, but decided that they were probably right. It didn’t help that I started feeling this draw and need to be here that I didn’t quite understand.
I know it has something to do with coming into more of my abilities, but I couldn’t fathom why I was needed here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
There were plenty of colleges, academies and universities that tendered to half-blooded individuals like myself.
I’m half human, half angel, but the only power I possess so far is being able to sense demons.
Other than that, I am your average guy just trying to live my life. I may also be a famous and unknown artist throughout Europe, but that doesn’t count.
This place is a far cry from home, that’s for sure, and I didn’t seek the fame that found me. It was a complete fluke, and why I’ve never shown my face to the world.
Art has always been my escape when life became too much. I spent a lot of time feeling like my parents were disappointed in me because I wasn’t more ‘gifted’, so that turned into getting my emotions out on canvas.
Like I said, fame isn’t something I sought out or even wanted, so I have a pseudonym to keep my life private.
I already hate it here.
