Leona The First Dragon

“Hun, you have five minutes to get down here and get some breakfast, or I’m coming up there”, my mom shouted up the stairs angrily. “I am coming, “

I called. The last year at school is not something I am looking forward to. I just wanted to fast-forward to the end of the year. Most girls would look forward to their senior year and the dances, homecoming, and prom, but not me; I just wanted to be done. The kids at school were rude. I mean, except for my two best friends in the world, Jenifer and Amanda, I met them in elementary; we have been so close ever since.

I rolled over and picked up my phone and shot off a group text to Jenifer and Amanda that I was running late and would meet them after 1st period. So, I jumped out of bed and headed to the closet to pick out my first-day outfit; I must admit that back-to-school shopping was the only thing I looked forward to picking out the first outfit for school. I felt it was the most important part.

I picked a baby blue blouse a jean skirt and some cute white laced wedges. They looked so good together. My dream was to develop my clothing line and be a fashion designer; it was my passion. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, quickly got in and out, wrapped a towel around me, and started doing my hair. I looked at my olive-brown skin and my dark black hair and put on lotion, perfume, and some makeup; I braided my hair, put my clothes on, one last look, and smiled. “I looked great,” I said to myself.

As I descended downstairs, I heard laughter and singing coming from the dining room. It was my two twin sisters. It made me smile because finally; they were getting along. They were different, like day and night. “Well, well, look who joined us,” said my dad annoyingly. Sorry, Dad, I just had a hard night and could not sleep; my mind instantly replayed the dream.

I had so many questions about it; I felt myself blushing, and I pushed the dream and my questions back to the back of my brain. “Ewe, Zayla’s got a boyfriend!” said my sister Jessica teasingly. “NO, I don’t I said, looking at my dad. Dad pushed his eyes down angrily”, You better not, “he said. Jamie, my other sister, looked at me, confused. “Are you sure?” She asked.

" I’m not allowed to date until I’m 18. I know that, so mind your business”, I said to my sister.

“Dad, Mom, I am leaving,” I said, stomping to the door; I hated when they teased me; I opened the door and slammed it after getting my stuff. My mom ran to the door, yelling at me to remember to eat breakfast at school and come straight home.

“We need to chat, she screamed. Great, what now?” I thought.

It was Monday, the first day of senior year. I was utterly dreading it; I was not one of the popular kids; in fact, everyone knew me as (the freak)

I was not like the prissy princesses or snobby rich bitches who were about money, clothes, and makeup. I hated shopping. I mean, I made everything.

I owned and to the popular kids that were lame and poor people because if you did not have a designer label bought in a store; you were a loser... I stood waiting outside my school, finally arriving late, praying I would stay invisible so I could make it throughout the year unscathed. Just maybe, someone was looking out for me, and my prayers would be answered. Someone was watching me. I felt it. I looked around and saw nothing. I just hurried inside, trying to shake off this weird feeling.

So, I ran to my homeroom, tried to open the door quietly, and then slipped in and into my seat. Still, the door slammed with so much force behind me; everyone, including the teacher, Mr. Davis, jumped. “Guess you finally joined us, Miss William,” Mr. Davis said sarcastically. “I’m sorry it won’t happen again,” I said as I hurried to my seat.

As I went to sit down, I heard snickering and whispering coming from two of the most popular girls in the school:

Mariah and Holli, were so beautiful, Super modal types, tall, slender, long bouncy curly blond hair, blue eyes.

These girls had all the boys going crazy over them and had the school staff wrapped around their fingers, so they got away with anything they wanted to ...

“Look, if it isn’t a thrifty store, Judy,” she said mockingly, maybe if you bought your clothes instead of trying to sew like you’re an old lady, you would be here on time,” she said.

As she was throwing something at me and laughing”. SHHH!!!!!’ Mr. Davis said and then turned back to the board. I went completely red with the anger I had sunk into my seat, trying to become so small. No use saying anything now, I fumed to myself, but I would eventually give them a piece of my mind.

Thirty-five boring minutes later, the bell rang. I grabbed my things and ran fast to my locker to meet Jenifer and Amanda; they were standing right there. I sighed with relief. “Girls, I am so happy to see you giving them both a quick hug. We were beautiful girls in our way, natural beauty,

Jenifer has tall, long, wavey brown hair and ivory skin; Amanda has brown hair and mocha skin. She was as tall as Jenifer. “What happened now?” Jenifer said warily. “Just the usual crap from Mariah and Holli, nothing new,” I said. Mariah and I were friends back in elementary until she found out that I did not come from money. She made it her life's mission to treat me like the scum I am, anyway... We chatted a little more, but I could not get over how mad I was; something seemed off.

I usually get angry, and that was it, just brush it off, but today, I wanted revenge. I couldn’t shake off this weird feeling” Well, screw those bitches”’ Jenifer chirped. Pulling me from my thoughts”. Let us plan a hang out this weekend spa day and all that to forget about all the stress of senior year; it was feeling like this was going to be a long year, and it was just beginning; little did I know.

We walked to class after making plans for the weekend; the rest of the day became uneventful until after school; As I was walking home, I felt like someone was following me, but I turned around and nothing, so I continued walking and they out of nowhere the next thing

I knew I was on the ground, feeling my head smack on the pavement and then feeling a sharp, pulsing pain. I tried to roll over, trying to sit up, and tried to focus my vision; I felt a kick and a slap to my face...” You think you could just go around bad-mouthing me with your friends?” Someone said something to me.

I looked up and realized it was Mariah, “we said nothing about you,” I said, trying to catch my breath. My head was throbbing in pain and blood dripping down my face and neck. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” she shouted, “Well, you said it. I didn’t,” I said sarcastically. Suddenly, she went to hit me again.

I cringe, waiting for impact, and nothing... I grabbed her hand, and after the shock wore off, I pushed her back, sending her flying a couple of feet. I looked in amazement. What the hell just happened? How did I do that? It just came out of nowhere. I just took off running in the opposite direction.

I knew you were a freak, and you will pay for that,

I heard her yelling as I ran off towards the field behind some houses and into the woods. I needed to separate myself from her because I wanted to hurt her so badly that I could feel the rage building, and I wanted blood, HER blood. What was wrong with me...

I ran as fast, and as far as I could into the woods behind a couple of houses nearby, my eyes burning, my head hurt, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I slowed down as I came to a clearing; it was a riverbank; I walked over under a large tree sat down and cleaned up before I went home. I cannot go home like this, I thought; I do not understand why Mariah attacked me. We did not say or do anything to her. It was just like her inventing crazy stuff in her head to justify attacking me; I do not know why she hated me so severely. As I was cleaning the gash on the side of my head, I heard a faint voice say, “Zayla, darling, things are not what they seem. You must be careful to trust no one. You are in danger”. The whisper said faintly. What the heck was that!! I looked around and did not see anyone; I was losing it with this gash; it was making me crazy. I hit my head hard. I thought to myself.

After cleaning the gash as best I could, I sat back down and just watched the river losing myself in its calming current; I must have dozed off because then, the next thing I knew, I woke to a strange man standing over me.

Liam pov

I came out for a run, just got to town, and already did not want to be here. I was on a mission, and I had to start school at the local high school to be closer to the target ... it would be the first time I was around normal kids. Most kids have the same upbringing, but I didn't. I didn’t have friends or play sports; I was a warrior, a Dragon Slayer.

Yes, you heard that right. The medieval fire-breathing beast was real, but before I get ahead of myself, let me take you back to the beginning.....

The early 1400s