I sit in the corner, watching lives pass me by. I don't wish to stand--only to be left alone. If they bother me, I will leave. They don't.

My eyes are gateways to another demension entirely, whereas theirs are unseeing of me. It almost funny to watch, the way they don't suspect a thing. I'm not worthy of being a clue. I bow my head, place it in my hands, and let the world take me on a journey.

We looked to each other, then back to the streets. They were empty. No silhouettes of people were seen through the windows. No smoke rose up from the high chimneys. The streets were dead and soundless.

“They are afraid,” I whispered.

“They must be awake, for the death-stroke will come in the night.”

**Hi! My best friend and I have been writing this for awhile, so I thought I'd post it sense she can't have a AP account :(... Hope you enjoy! This first Prologue was writen by myself then the first chapter is one that Liddyanne wrote, then its me, then its her and then its me and then its her and so and so forth! Thanks! Enjoy!**

Prologue

My concerns about my position being 'too idyllic' dissipated to more appropriate proportions once I had been introduced to the students who would be under my tutelage. There were nine of them, all eleven-year-old girls, and most of them proved to be perfect darlings.

I am amazed
that before I could love you,
you loved me,
that you purchased me,
a slave,
and rescued me from my master of sin,
and washed me whiter than snow,
put a ring on my finger,
a robe on my shoulders,
and called me
your Son,
heir to all the riches
of your kingdom.

I am so thankful
that my hatred of you,
was not enough
to hold back your love of me,
and though I murdered you,
that still you considered me
worth dying for, worth trading

Tracing lines across the sky,
in every language that we know
we sing songs with silent words,
caught in the clouds and hanging low.
On the feathered wings of birds
carried aloft and swept afar,
some faint trace we thought we heard
through some door we’d left ajar.

Why not weave on through the woods
where the dark begins to gather?
We could scatter light behind us,
or set the trees afire if you’d rather.
Carrying the tiniest motes of dust
in our pockets to save for later,

Hello Everyone! Okay, so I'm suffering from a TERRIBLE case of writer's block, yet I need to get something on "paper" so I'm starting this story. If I finish it, it will be twelve chapters for the twelve zodiac signs. I don't technically believe that horoscopes or so and so affect your lives or will come true, so this is strictly just for fun. (Just like the horoscopes are--haha) If you read it, let me know what you think. Thanks. :)

~HomeschoolGirl

*A/N* I hope there's no controversy over 11. It references anybody who's ever been bullied for who they are.