➶ author's note hi! i finally finished the prologue, many more to go! so @_--Haz3l-- was a humongous help on this, she improved and added to my story to make it more interesting to everyone reading this. ilysm! ∘₊✧─────────✧₊∘ ➶ acknowledgements @_--Haz3l--_'s Opposites Attract, for being great inspiration for Eclipse. @_--Haz3l--_ again, for being my amazing editor. @_--Haz3l--_ once more, for being the bestest, awesomest, kindest, most irreplaceable and admirable friend I’ve ever had. Thank you. ∘₊✧─────────✧₊∘ ➶ First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/942896989 ➶ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/957119277 ➶ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/942896989 ∘₊✧─────────✧₊∘ I closed my eyes for a brief moment. *This is just a nightmare,* I tried to convince myself. *Just a nightmare.* But it wasn’t. The moment my eyes fluttered open, reality came sprinting back, and once again, I was standing in front of mean old Mrs. Everett. It was only the first day of school, but I’d already gotten in trouble. Mrs. Everett was that one teacher that everyone feared; but anyone with horrible luck like mine would get her for homeroom first thing in the morning, be assigned to the seat closest to her desk, and get scolded for doodling in the margins of my spiral notebook. It’s really unfair, honestly, knowing that 2 of my classmates were passing notes in the back, and she turned a blind eye to them. “Asteria.” I kept my head down, not wanting to see her irritated face, and that piercing gaze she had that could intimidate anyone. “Young lady, if you refuse to look at me, you will be assigned a detention.” I glanced at her for a moment. I was right, she looked absolutely infuriated by me. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Everett.” However, a simple apology was not enough for her. My annoyed teacher roared at me once more. It wasn’t my fault that I hated high school. I was new, I didn't have any friends yet, and I had to leave everyone I knew from elementary and junior high back in New York. It didn’t help, either, that already some people were snickering at me and school just started. Back in New York, life was busy and exciting all the time. There were giant buses and movie theaters that were running all day, every day. But because of my dad’s new job, we had to move all the way here, in the quiet, boring, and dull state of Utah. We traveled across the country just for him to get the same job at the same company with some extra benefits. Sure, the views are nice, just not my kind of nice. Nonetheless, I still considered New York my home, and I still missed it. “Asteria Carmen!” I was startled by Mrs. Everett, who had just rudely interrupted my sadistic thoughts about how much I hated this place with a burning passion. “You are not to disrespect your teachers at Auburn Springs! Now quit your fidgeting, stop drawing, and listen to me! I’m addressing the dress code. I will not repeat this lesson. Understand?” I suddenly felt my face turn into a bright red tomato. I carefully turned my head back, and boy, did I see a heap of wicked faces staring deeply into my soul. I was mortified and angry at Mrs. Everett, whose face was just as red as mine, but instead of embarrassed, she was furious. I mean, what’s your problem with your students drawing? “Yes, miss.” “Good. Now, as your punishment, you have to write a 300 word essay about the situation. Do not think you can escape this, because I will be writing a note home tomorrow if you do not turn it in or complete it. I need you to understand that this is unacceptable behavior.” I gulped, and nodded slowly. The angry teacher trotted back to her desk, and plopped down on her spinning office chair. It would be a dream to get to sit on one of those during class, since I've been really fidgety lately. I don’t exactly know why.
