So far, that's the best I can do for a title.

By Alex You're kidding right?

PROLOGUE

It was a cold, and wet, April morning when I first noticed her. I only saw her a view times before in school, she was very quiet person and I don't recall if she ever spoke to anyone, but I never could even grasp what was going on in her head. When I saw her this time, she was running, no, flying. Her feet barely touching the ground as she ran... faster than anyone who was running for the hell of it. Once I took a closer look at her I could tell she was crying, but her face was cold, showing no emotion as her cheeks shone with the wetness of her tears. Later I would come to find that her name was Rachel Andlewood, and, I swear, that name will forever haunt me.