I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I had that dream again. The dream that has me relaxed and calm in the beginning, filled with warmth and hope. But towards the middle, anxiety fills my heart, waiting and waiting for something I would never have. And at the end, shadows overtake me. I have lost the one thing I treasure most.

I thought of him. Him. On one hand, he made me feel protected, that I had someone to count on. That makes my mind overflow with anger, into the shadows that I myself told him not to go into. Shadows that contrast so much with my white hair.

I know that those dreams are my memories. I know about my past life in Ancient Egypt as the girl who looked different from everyone else. I was reincarnated three thousand years later by the gods for a reason. Though I don't know what the reason is, I know that there is one.

I got changed, brushed my teeth, and went through my whole daily hygiene routine, careful not to put on any makeup that washes the color out of my face completely. Then I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door. The city was different from my former homes. My dad and I move around a lot, so I've never been in one place for long. I used to complain about moving and whine about just making friends. But I'll be glad when I get out of this noisy, polluted city.

I walked through the doors of Domino High and weaved through the crowds of people in the hallways to get the main office. The secretary looked up as I came in.

"Hello, I'm Kisara," I said, "I'm starting at Domino High today."

"Oh, yes!" She smiled brightly, "I was expecting you! Here is your schedule and a map of the school. If you have any questions, just come and ask me!" She handed me a folder with some papers in it.

"Okay, thanks. Bye," I walked out of the office.

I went to math, my first subject. When I got there, the first thing that caught my attention was a short boy with spiky hair, I'm sure I've seen him before, but I don't know where. He was talking to a girl with short, brown hair, a boy with long, blond hair and a green jacket, a dark-haired, tall boy, and a boy with long, white hair and a striped blue and white shirt.

The boy with the spiky hair saw me and his eyes widened with surprise. He whispered something to his friends and they all turned to look at me, their expressions mirroring that of the spiky-haired boy.

The teacher came in and everyone went to their seats. I slid into a chair next to the girl with the short brown hair. I could feel her occasionally look at me during class. What was her problem?

After a long forty-five minutes of geometric formulas, the bell rang, signaling the end of math. I grabbed my books and walked out of the room, only to be stopped by the spiky haired boy and his minions. Oh, joy.

"Hey, your name's Kisara, right?" The boy asked, "I'm Yugi."

"Yeah, how do you know?" I raised my eyebrow questioningly

"Umm…well….I saw your name on your notebook?" He replied, turning the color of a tomato.

"Sure, whatever your problems are, stop stalking me," I said, turning on my heels and walking down the hallway.

My next class was social studies, which was my best subject. But I had it with Yugi or whatever his name is. We were studying Ancient Egypt, which I'm really good at. Having lived there, it would have been a little sad if I wasn't good at it.

I knew the answer to every question. I mean, it's helpful if the question is about Ra the sun god when you actually worshipped him at one point. But the thing was, Yugi also knew all the answers. These questions were hard; I doubt anyone from this century would know which god were which by just looking at Ancient Egyptian carvings. I concluded that he was probably just one of those nerds that looked things up on the internet just so that they would know more than everyone else. But still, it bothered me for some reason.

At lunch, I looked at the lunch tables, all with their cliques. Most people here don't come in the middle of the year, and anyways, they've all known each other since kindergarten. I was the new outcast. Just like in my past life. So I decided to go outside and eat. I took my lunch and sat outside underneath a tree.

Just as I was about to bite into my apple, I felt someone standing in front of me. It was some weird guy with blond hair and wearing a gray sweatshirt. Now I remember, this was the guy that some shallow cheerleaders were squealing over.

"Can I help you?" I asked, annoyed.

"I'm Ryan," He said with an arrogant crooked grin, "Would you like some company?"

"No, I'm fine," I replied coolly. I didn't want to spend lunch with some egotistical imbecile.

He looked taken aback, which made me very happy. "You're new, so you don't understand. You should be honored that I even made the effort to be here."

"I do understand, and I don't want to have lunch with a trivial moron," I said, smiling smugly.

His face turned red with anger and he cursed at me under his breath. This guy was obviously not used to being turned down. Well, I really couldn't care less. Then he grabbed my wrist, which actually hurt. I twisted my arm away and started back to the cafeteria. He walked behind me and I was getting extremely freaked out, so I started running. He ran too, faster than I was. I ran as hard as I could, and I was running out of breath. I turned a corner and ran into an alley. NO! This was a dead end! I turned to see if I could run back, but he was walking toward me.

He grabbed my wrist again, twisting my arm. He took something out of his pocket; I couldn't see what it was in the darkness. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. But I realized that this place was deserted. He laughed into my neck and I saw what he had. A knife.

He put the knife to my cheek and cut into my skin. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me scream, but it hurt. He dug the knife deeper into my skin making my whole body fill with pain. But suddenly, the knife fell to the ground and the guy toppled backward, landing with a thud. I turned to see Jonouchi and Honda, standing there, looking concerned.


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