Whispers in the Dark Chapter one I had lived in this town all

Whispers in the Dark
Chapter one
I had lived in this town all my life. And each day it got suckier and suckier. I referred to it as “the crap hole.” This town was dull and boring. The sun barely ever shown. I mean, it’s not like it rained all the time, but everything was always damp. The sun was never out to dry up the water when it did rain.
My mom set a bowl of bran flakes in front of me. Great. Boring. Just like this town. “You better eat. You’re going to be late for school.” That wouldn’t be so bad, but I knew if I said anything I’d get grounded for my “snide comments.” The only thing she could take would be my iPod because she paid for it. “Actually mom, I’m just gonna get something at school.” I picked up the bowl of cereal and walked over to the counter where she stood, sliding eggs onto a plate. Sure, give yourself eggs, but forget about me. I put the bowl down, and kissed her on the cheek before walking out. I grabbed my bag, and walked out the door. I ignored the bus which was stopped, letting kids on, and kept walking down the sidewalk. My best friend, Cassi, who was about to step onto the bus, turned and looked at me.
“Dasha! Hold on.” I stopped, and she ran towards me. “You aren’t taking the bus?”
“Do I ever take the bus?”
“Sometimes.”
“When it rains. It hardly rains. Then again, it’s hardly sunny either.” We walked the rest of the way to school. I listened to Cassi chatter about her night. We finally got to school. I went upstairs and put my stuff in my first block class. I hollered at Cassi who was chatting up some football dude, who had a really hot face and body, but an ugly attitude. Talk about a turn off. We headed towards the lunch room for breakfast. When we got there, the line was about a mile long on both sides. I had 10 minutes to eat, and it’d take longer than that to get through the line. I sighed and we left.
“Here.” Cassi pulled out two granola bars and handed them to me. I took them, and headed off towards the library. A bright colorful poster caught my attention. “Girls Soccer tryouts this afternoon at 5:00. Think you got what it takes to be the best? You better be there!” I stared at the poster.
“You should do it.”
“Really?” she nodded. I kept going, past the library, towards the office to get the signup sheet. When I got there, there was a guy standing in the principals office. He was about 6’1. With pitch black hair. He turned to leave. And I saw his face. He had one long scar extending from his eyebrow, down to his chin. But he was still breathtakingly beautiful. His head snapped up as if someone had called his name, and he looked right at me. Without a word, he lowered his head again, and walked on.