Hi, I'm Ivy Crya. I'm a teenage girl who attends Ardon High, The School for the troubled. Am I troubled? Yes, but not like the rest of these kids. I can predict death... and I'm very accurate with it. People call me the Banshee, a female spirit whose wailing warns of a death in a house, or a town. Depressing, I know. But anyways, on with my story.
I head to school like I normally would, walking past the houses and blocking my ears, the way I predict death is by feeling their deceased's pain tenfold, that's why I scream... I'm not actually a banshee, I think. As I arrive at school everyone was staring at me. I'm a freak to them, a force of nature everyone should hate but also fear. I didn't blame them, I was scared of myself too. But today I had the chance to make a good impression on someone, a new student.
I head to the office to collect the new kid. He was tall, nice brown hair with traces of deep forest green, his eyes were as blue as the ocean and he was well built.
"Ivy, nice of you to join us," The head teacher said calmly, "This is Cain, he will be touring with you today." The boy smiled and put his hand out.
Option Time:
- Shake his hand and introduce myself calmly. (Chapter 2-1)
- Ignore the handshake and just introduce myself (Chapter 2-2)
- Stay silent (Chapter 2-3)