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"You just won't stop doing that, will you, Lucille?"
"It's fun. Why should I stop?"
"It's just a random bunch of clouds up in the air. It's better to take pictures of humans...particularly that hunky guy over there. Oh my God, isn't he cute? Now that's pure art!"


Sighing, I left my swooning friend and got myself preoccupied with the bright morning sky and the 'dance' of the fluffy white clouds as the wind blew gently at them. It was pretty. No, even more. Enchanting - maybe even up to the point of being indescribable. Yes, indescribable. Something that was so simple yet so complex at the same time, and yet not many people even care to spend just a few minutes of their daily lives to stare at one of life's greatest, simplest pleasure.


My full name is Lucille Adriana Alesius, and I am currently a first-year student at Alamore High School. I am interested in arts and science - make that biology. No, make that zoology. Yes, I am interested in arts, and animals. I have resolved to myself, if ever I can't achieve my dream of being a zoologist, I will plunge myself in the art department. After all, my true skills - or as I am made to believe - lies there, not here. With here being hell on Earth. Nonetheless, Earth itself, humans and science aside, is very amazing and wonderful. And I am planning to always see it that way.


I sighed again and smiled at my own though and lifted my cell phone to capture the breathtaking beauty a few more times. Satisfied, I straightened my wavy brunette hair that was slightly ruffed up from being blown by the gentle wind. I turned to my friend - and she was still ogling the poor guy that had noticed her and was trying his best to ignore her now. Rolling my eyes, I informed her that the bell would ring very soon and ushered her to class quickly.

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"Class, today we will be joined by a new student. His name is Orpheus de Valentin. He is from Greek and has transferred here with his family over the weekend."


The class roared with laughter whilst some of the guys-the jerks-started jeering "mama's boy" and all. I let out a small groan of annoyance. All in all, I could not see how wrong or childish it was to live with your parents at eighteen or nineteen. Just living with them does not mean you are truly depending on them. You are just sharing the same roof, being co-dependent and slowly being independent. Or at least that is the way I see it.


I shrugged at the thought. And suddenly I realised that the class had gone very quiet. The loud noises just now had subdued. I managed to glance at one of the boys - he had a look as if he had seen a ghost of some sort. White as a sheet, when he was quite dark to begin with. I turned my attention to the front of the class where the guy, and the rest of the class, were currently having their eyes at.


For a single moment, our eyes clashed against each other. 'White?' was the first thing the struck my mind. It was the colour of his eyes. They were in a very light tone of purple that they really seemed white - as if he was blind. But was he? I could not tell. Not by the way he was staring at me as he introduced himself. His voice was icy cold, as was his stare. He almost looked like an empty vessel without a tinge of life inside. Absentmindedly, I shuddered.


"Okay then, you may be seated beside...Miss Alesius. You are fine with that, aren't you, Alesius?"
"...of course, Miss Page."


For a split second, I thought I saw a twinkle of light-a sign of life-from deep inside his almost-dead eyes. And without realising anything, my life was about to go through a tremendous change - one that would turn my life 180 degree, and make me rethink about life and everything inside it.

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