Golden by S. E. Gutierrez (i have read the book a hundred times TXT) 📕

She found it at last, the solution to all her problems. All she had to do now was drag the knife across it's pink flesh. Her hand shook, her conscience got the better of her, and sighing, she slid the knife back into it's holder.

"You're just a child, angel or not." she smiled at his fluffy white wings.

Taking the child up into her arms, she cradled his small body. Only time could tell how the kingdom would fare.

It had been ten years Since I've seen my mom. The last I saw of her, she was being dragged away, back to our kingdom, to the sixteenth century. I missed her, and the silver gleam of the spires that popped up throughout the kingdom. I knew she missed that too, but seeing her leave me here, only to be dragged away by Father was terrifying, especially when I was five. We came here to run from him, we asked Raffin, the kingodms scientist, to build his wonderful machine to get away from that cruel man. I sighed.

My alarm clock was going off. Here in the twenty-first century. Where I am. Where Mother isn't. I sighed again. She had left me with a good family though. They adopted me as soon as they saw me, put me in a good school, and provided anything and everything I asked for. They figured they had money coming out of their mouths so, why not spend it to make their adopted kid happy, right? I was happy, but I wasn't as superficial and materialistic as they were. I wasn't as popular as them and their three kids. I wasn't as outgoing as them. I wasn't as political as them. I wasn't like them at all, really. They had the blondest hair ever, and I had jet black, no dye whatsoever. They had warm amber eyes, and mine where a brilliant pale blue. They were cheery and preppy, I was. . . not.

I slapped my alarm clock off, turned on my music, and started getting ready for school. The only thing I was that they weren't was smart. Sure I was fifteen and supposed to be a freshman, but no, I got to skip a grade, it was past the middle of the school year, and I had turned fifteen two days ago, January ninth. Showered, dressed, teeth brushed, I stuffed my bag with the things need for today. iPod, check. Homework, check. Phone, pocket. Wallet, pocket. Sketch pad and pencils, check. Regular pencils, check. All set for school, I grabbed a PopTart, shouted my goodbyes to an empty house, and started the long walk to school.

My three adopted siblings went to different schools. Sammy and Jonah, the twins, were still in elementary school, and Natasha was enrolled at Sanderson Prepatory. My adopted aprents thought it'd be good for me to stick with a public school. They loved me enough, but they still knew I was different. I didn't come from money, and they did. The bus passed, the smell of its exhaust burning my nose. I plugged my earbuds in and listend to 'Hear You Me' by Jimmy Eat World. Best song ever.

Thirty minutes later, I was on campus. The minute bell rang just as I started up the stairs to my first class. I dashed up the rest of the stairs, ran down the hall, and opened the door just as the final bell sounded its annoying buzz. Mrs. Suliman smiled a sad smile.

"Honestly Alex, you need to wake up earlier." she sighed.

"Honestly Mrs. Suliman, I need a permit, a licsenced driver, and a car." I replied.

Mrs. Suliman and I were next door neighbors. She came to all the parties my adopted parents threw, came to all my adopted mom's get-togethers. She came to just about everything my adopted parents hosted. She liked me, I thought she was cool, and now we have a mutual agreement that my adopted parents are literaly money bags. I laughed to myself as I remebered the first time she said this. When I was six, and new to the family, she'd come over and babysit me. Her and her husband were pretty much the only adults I actually like assosiating with. I know I sound ungrateful, but when you've seen what I've seen, felt what I've felt, you'd be the same way.

As the lesson started, I scribbled notes in my notebook. For some reason, I couldn't focus on anything today. Getting sidetracked, I started doodling a face on the corner of the page. As the doodle came together, I recognized it as my mother. Her onyx hair piled in a messy but stil regal bun, eyes laughing, mouth pulled up into a smile. I missed her now more than ever. Just as I finished, a girl walked into the room. All eyes turned to her.

"Um-er- this is Mrs. Suliman's class, right?" she stuttered.

I slumped in my seat. The chair next to mine was the only one left open. Everyone thought I was weird, too old fashioned, so they stayed away from me. I liked it, and now, all that would go down the drain. Hmph.

Mrs. Suliman nodded. "Go ahead and set your stuff in the seat next to Alex, then can you please come up and share a little about yourself?"

The girl nodded as she placed her bag next to the chair. "Um, I'm Calypso. I'm from a small town in Minnisota. Umm," someone snickered.

"What's so funny Rodger?" Mrs. Suliman said, using her bad cop voice.

"Did you really dye your hair that maroon? Or did it just turn out funky?" Rodger asked Calypso.

She blushed. "No, it's natural. Mrs. Suliman, can I please sit down now?"

Sully, as I liked to call her, nodded. "You be good, Alex."

I rolled my eyes. "Am I ever anything but?"

Both Calypso and Sully smiled. Calyspo's a small timid upturn of the lips, Sully's a full blown grin. This was going to be interesting. I mentally sighed as she sat down. Here goes my loner status.

"Hi, I'm-" she cut me off.

"I know you're type. You think you're so cool, you think that you can get the new girl just because she doesn't know your rep. That they all want you so bad. But just to get it over with, no, don't waste your time." she really missed the mark.

"Oh my gosh, you think you know everyone by the first glance. Bad news sweetheart, ya don't." I shot back.

She just scowled. "I do know-"

"Save it for the judge." I cut her off, scooting my seat as far away from her as possible.

Mrs. Suliman eyed me suspiciously. After what felt like an eternity of akward silence, the bell buzzed.

"Alex, come have a little chat with me, okay?" she called.

I groaned. I was so in for it. Sully was more like a parent than the adopted one's I call Mom and Dad. This was not going to end well.

"Alexander Payne, what in the world did you do to get that girl to hate you so fast?" she asked, bewildrerd.

"Hey, she started dishing it out, and that is most definelty a two way street." I put my hands up in defense.

"Well what did she say to you?" sh asked, trying to be fair.

"She said she knew my type, that we all just wanted to get the new girl. That I thought I was too cool, that we thought all girls wanted us, blah, blah, blah. Then I kinda told her off in a not so mean way." I answered.

Sully sighed. "Alright, what did you say?"

"I just said she thought she knew everyone by the fisrt glance, then she said she did, then I said 'save it for the judge.' After that she just kinda sat there glaring at me." I replied.

Sully sighed again. "Alex, you are such a handful. I swear, how do you get people to hate or love you so ridiculously fast? Just go to your next class."

I left the room. The minute bell rang for the second time today. Crap. Slinging my backpack over both shoulders, something I rarely did, I ran down the stairs, out of the building, across campus, and up another set of stairs. Panting, I opened the door, found my classroom, and ran in. To bad the late bell rang about twenty seconds ago. I groaned.

"Alexander Payne, you are late again, unless you have a pass, go to the D.H. room, now." Ms. Cransbelle said, her sixty-and-still-single voice shaking a little.

I sighed for the umpteenth time. "No, Ma'am, I don't." I said, hanging my head.

This day was so not going well. Adopted Mom was going to kill me when I got home. Being late to second hour was so not cool on her watch. There was no way I wasn't grounded. This was just great. Just friggin great. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my black jeans and walked to the Detention Hall. I slumped into one of the desks, staring at the blank wall. One hour of this, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to last.

After a few minutes of staring at nothing, I closed my eyes. After what felt like seconds, the bell rang, jolting me awake. Sighing, I grabbed my bag, and started the trek across campus to my third class, American History.

Just barely making it to my seat before the final bell, I took out my notebook and pen, preparing myself for one of Mr. Davison's profoundly long lecutures. Today was just not my day.

I walked into class, and blew it. I stuttered, pissed off the dude that sat next to me, and made a total fool of myself. It was finally sixth hour, the last class of the day. I leaned my head on my hand as I scribbled