Chapter 1:


Midnight King

High school, the start of spring, and the falling of cherry blossom petals onto sidewalks crowded with students. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach as you tug at your freshly ironed uniform and tuck away stubborn strands of hair behind your ears to make a good first impression. Bookmark here

A giddy nervousness settles in the nerves of a young girl. She’s a bit late to her first class, but she’s hopeful. These were supposedly going to be the best years of her life and-Bookmark here

And then it’s the taste of pavement after being rammed into violently like a fist to a punching bag. Bookmark here

These are supposedly going to be the best years of her life. Bookmark here

“Sorry, didn’t see you there!”Bookmark here

It isn’t the violent fist of life coming to wake this poor student from her dreams of the perfect high school experience. Bookmark here

It’s far from that. Bookmark here

Instead, it’s a radiant girl on roller skates with a lion’s blonde curls and dark brown eyes that never seem to waver with doubt. She has a whole collection of bracelets on her wrists and a couple of colorful clips pinning back her golden hair.Bookmark here

Decorated about as much as a Christmas tree in a department store. Bookmark here

Her upbeat energy resembles the sun. Bookmark here

Blissful and confident. Bookmark here

“I’m Honey,” She says with a brilliant smile. Bookmark here

This ray of blinding sunshine extends a freshly manicured hand to her poor victim, helping the student back onto her feet. Honey brushes the nonexistent dust off the student’s uniform skirt and although discouraged by the fall, the student feels heat rise into her cheeks. Bookmark here

Then the warmth leaves her face all at once. Bookmark here

“Make sure to follow me on Sinstagram at hunnie.bunnie143!” Bookmark here

The sun skates away. Bookmark here

This is Honey. Bookmark here

She weaves around other high schoolers as she races down the block, phone clasped in her hand like it was her own heart. And it is, in a way, because when she checks her follower count for the third time that morning, it has increased by 3 and so does her blood pressure. Bookmark here

3 is nothing.Bookmark here

Even her 7 AM post is down a couple of likes more than usual. At this rate, she’ll never catch up to where she was before, the year before she started on a clean slate. Bookmark here

Her first year of high school buries itself somewhere deep in the back of her thoughts and slinks out in her frustration. It’s a memory she shakes out of her head. Bookmark here

Forget it. Bookmark here

Honey frowns, knocking another student out of her path. This one doesn’t look like they even own social media so she skates on and tosses a careless apology over her shoulder. Bookmark here

The wheels of her roller skates are unaware of the couple toes they run over and the looks of annoyance as they fly past mobs of uniform-clad teenagers. Honey smooths out her own skirt and pats down her fringe to cover the abomination of her forehead. Bookmark here

The bangs are new and it took her all break to style them properly for her debut as the new and beautiful transfer student. Bookmark here

After today, her fellow classmates will be dying to follow her on social media to save themselves from their desperately boring lives. Bookmark here

How could they resist?Bookmark here

Her path of destruction, and more than a couple of aching feet, follow her all the way to Godforsaken High School, which stands like a colossal concrete brick beside the main street. Bookmark here

It has no color, no character, and no distinguishable traits that set it apart from a prison block. Some of the letters spelling out the name at the front gate are missing so now it technically says, “_o_forsake_”. Bookmark here

Just as ugly and depressing, a few students loiter around the front courtyard puffing on cigarettes and watching a skirmish break out near the shoe lockers. Bookmark here

Everything is gray or black or wearing something that went out of fashion years ago and teenagers not attending this shoddy school sigh in relief as they hurry past it. Bookmark here

Honey, however, stands triumphantly at the front gates, sporting her pink skates and particularly flamboyant cardigan like a lion looking at its prey. She’s a stark contrast of color, sticking out like a sore thumb and stirring a couple of snickers from the other Godforsaken students. Bookmark here

Perfect, she thinks, these people must be starved for a pretty face!Bookmark here

Without any other comparable potential, Honey has no competition. By this time tomorrow people will be fawning over her and finally, FINALLY, she can regain some of her lost dignity. Bookmark here

Then she can wipe that smug look off a certain face, the queen of her previous school with the very punchable features.Bookmark here

Honey holds onto that fact to fuel her determination. Bookmark here

This time. This year for sure. Bookmark here

Again she tries to adjust her bangs over her forehead but gets a hard shove to the side. Bookmark here

“You’re blocking the path, bimbo.” Bookmark here

Spits a student that looks like the other end of a toilet brush. His hair sticks out from his head like it hasn’t been washed in weeks. Bookmark here

Certainly smells like it too. Bookmark here

Luckily, someone catches Honey before she falls and it might have been a chivalrous act if said individual didn’t throw her back like unwanted garbage. And if she didn’t roll over his feet with her skates. Bookmark here

She whips around to give this idiot a piece of her mind. Bookmark here

Behind her looms a student too tall to be a teenager and too intimidating to be a high schooler, whose picture would come up under the definition of a delinquent. Bookmark here

Well, almost. Bookmark here

His straight black hair is swept out of his dark eyes with a hairclip that screams dollar store kid’s accessory. Plastic butterfly and all. Bookmark here

Great. A weirdo. Bookmark here

Honey’s glad to be out of his arms and now a safe distance away. She wonders if it’s even worth it to promote her Sinstagram...then realizes she doesn’t want him following her on any sort of platform. Bookmark here

“Watch it,” He says in a voice cold as ice. Bookmark here

Toilet brush and his little gang have their necks shrunken into their shoulders as if it made them less noticeable. Whoever the weirdo was, they cowered like dogs being caught rummaging in the trash. Bookmark here

Not as snarky as before. Bookmark here

He stutters to come up with some sort of coherent response, but the best he can mumble is, “what’s it to you”. Bookmark here

Honey’s nose scrunches up.Bookmark here

She doesn’t like this. Mainly because she has to be seen conversing with these two, but also because she feels misplaced in this awkward power dynamic. Bookmark here

If Honey isn’t superior, she doesn’t bother. Bookmark here

“Ugh, I’m out of here,” Honey tucks her phone into her shirt pocket and simply leaves. Bookmark here

Not worth her time or her budding reputation. Bookmark here

She won’t get into a fight today. Her uniform and sweater are brand new, a single blemish would ruin her chances of an explosive first impression. It would be above average at least, but not enough to be the most popular girl at Godforsaken High. Bookmark here

Honey, optimistic and oblivious, doesn’t know what she had gotten herself into. Bookmark here

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