He stepped closer to me and cupped his hand around my chin and tilted it up, forcing me to look at him. I could feel the tears beginning to burn in my eyes. I wanted to want him, but I couldn’t. My heart was with someone else. “Luke, I’m sorry…” He tilted his head for a second and smiled slightly. “It’s okay. I know.” He dropped his hand and turned away. “Don’t expect me to stop trying though,” without looking back and gave me a half wave and walked away.

I sighed and went in the opposite direction. Luke was beautiful, in a perfectly carved, rebel kind of way; which made him perfect for me, the rebel part anyway. I could care less about his well formed chin and cute little ears…okay; I guess I care a little. But it doesn’t matter. I love someone else. That person is gone now. He’s been gone for a few years. He disappeared, didn’t even tell me he was leaving. One day, he was just gone. Not a trace of him left, no note, no footsteps, nothing.

The only problem with Luke was his reputation. Everyone knew him as well, a rebel, a troublemaker. His entire life was dedicated to making everyone else’s lives miserable. But I could tell; the one who was really miserable was him. I felt so bad about not loving him then.

“Iza! We’re going to be late.” It was Misty. She stood at my height, maybe a little shorter. She just moved here, before she came, I was kind of a loner. I guess I’m thankful for her. I walked over to her, “What are you talking about, being late? We still have over an hour.”

“Well, you know…” She looked down at her feet and blushed. I sighed and nodded, “alright, come on. Lets go.” Misty has a special ability. She can see things, not always a good thing. Although, sometimes it is a good thing, its what led her to me. I can’t even explain what it was that she sees. I don’t understand it myself. Although, I know what it is that she doesn’t see. She doesn’t see the future, or auras, or even souls. She is a mystery.

Misty skipped off in front of me, her short red hair bouncing along the way. “A real High School! This is so exciting!” Misty had always been home schooled because of her special ability. I’m the only who knows about it, but her parents knew something wasn’t right with their child and had been “protecting” her from the harsh criticism of others. Although, I’m not sure how much of a difference it would have made.