The car drove through beautiful scenery, and she had everything to fear. Would they accept her? Or her family? Could they ever remember her? She hadn’t been here since kindergarten – she still had the memories. When every other girl liked princesses and great, pink castles, she dressed up like vampires, wolves, dark angels.. she never felt home. She never felt anything else; just loneliness. She wish she could meet someone soon, someone like her. Will they remember me?

*Next day*

“Class, I hope you open your arms for a new student. Although she’s not all new, it’s not sure everyone remembers her. She moved from here when she went to kindergarten, but now she returns.” The teacher opened the door, and a girl with long, black hair, bright, gray eyes, and a long, thin body entered the room. She had painted her lips black, and she wore black makeup around her eyes. Around her neck she wore a necklace with a half moon. She wore a long, black dress with red marks. The dress had only one arm, and it stopped at her knees. It looked old and worn. On her hands she had red and black striped gloves with just half fingers. “Welcome to us. Will you please introduce yourself, maybe the class remembers you?” the teacher said, and smiled sweetly. The girl didn’t seem very enthusiastic, and just turned to the class. She looked each and every one of them in the eyes, and every one of them drew back as a strange cold entered their sins. Everyone, except those who were emos. She smiled a little, and then turned serious.
“I’m Cecilie Gray.. If you care about talking to me, you can also call me Ces.” The girl said. One of the girls in the room bent over to another, and whispered something. When Cecilie realized that, she stared at the girl, who shut her mouth at once. I remember that girl.. The teacher showed Cecilie where she could sit. She was sitting almost as far back in the room as possible. Two seats in front of her sat another black-haired girl. Cecilie didn’t remember many of them – maybe someone had moved to this place the last years? She took off her gloves, grabbed the moon around her neck, and whispered ‘Candidus Luna Caelestis’* - everything faded to black, everyone but those who had moved to the place. Cecilie turned her head from left to right, it was surprisingly many who had moved there. ‘Reversus’* she whispered, and everything faded to normal. She knew it wasn’t clever to use those spells too much, because even though everything but herself stopped for few moments, those around her could still feel something strange. None seemed to care, except for one guy, one of those who had moved to this place. He seemed a bit chocked, and turned his head to everyone in the room. When he finally got to Cecilie, she blinked twice, and then turned her eyes to the blackboard. He knew, didn’t he? He wasn’t like everyone else, she could feel it.

After school was over, everyone packed their bags and left the classroom. Everyone but the boy and a girl left. The girl sat on her desk, and the boy stood in front of her. They talked a little bit while Cecilie tried to hurry out of the classroom without them noticing, but they did.
“Hey, you..” the boy said, and Cecilie stopped and turned to them.
“Yes?” she said, and walked towards them. She didn’t expect him to say anything about what had happened in class. He knew as well as her that he was the only one who had really noticed the feeling – he wouldn’t mention it in front of the girl.
“Alexis Angelo.. welcome.” He said, and raised his hand, so she could shake it. She smiled. He wouldn’t feel anything when she wore her gloves. She took his hand, and shook it slowly.
“Thank you. And what about your girl back there?” Cecilie nodded towards the girl, who jumped when Cecilie put her eyes on her.
“Well.. I’m Kathrin Kagara. Nice to meet you.” The girl said, and raised her hand, just like Alexis had done. Cecilie took her hand, too, and shook it.
“Yeah.. sure.” Cecilie smiled softly, and looked at both of them. “Sorry, but I’ve got to go home. I suppose we’ll meet.” Cecilie said, and ran off. How she loved her gloves right now. She was sure he knew, but how? Would he tell his little girl? Would he keep it for himself? He didn’t seem like the one who tells everything to his friends. He seemed like a mystical person. Cecilie knew them when she saw them. She knew herself very well. As those thoughts had passed her mind, she ran home. Denique.

*Latin.
Candidus: Bright
Luna: Moon
Caelestis: Heavenly
Reversus: To return
Denique: Finally