Sword With no Point

Chapter 1: As Time Goes By

(A/N: Okay, this is really a spin on religion. If you're a die-hard religious person, I do not recommend this book/series for you. Don't say I didn't warn you if you get upset.

Also, this is very poorly written without editing or anything else. I just... Went for it, I guess. If some of the characters have painfully bad dialogue or the words don't quite fit right, don't kill me. Thank you.)

Chapter 1

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As Time Goes By

"Alexandria, this isn't funny! You're going to be late for school!" her mom yelled from across the house. Alas, Alex did not care. She was too busy planning for her trip to Florida. Her bag was packed and ready for the trip, but her school bag was still sitting on the floor, empty and flat.

Her mother bursted through her bedroom door. She gasped at the sight of her disobedience, grabbing the backpack and throwing it onto her bed. "What is this? All this time you were preparing for such insignificant things when you could have been preparing for school? You, ma'am, are grounded for a week," she hissed at Alex in her Canadian accent. "Whatever, just drive me to school today," her adopted daughter replied.

Alexandria Morgan Waterfold had been newly adopted by a Canadian woman, and yes, she lives in Canada. She hated the new school schedule, but she needed to cope with it. After all, this was her new home.

Each day of the winter, the snow would beat down on her in clumps, each flake seemed to add weight to her already unbearable snow coat. The chores were much different from the ones that she was assigned to do in the old days; shoving the retched snow into useless piles. Everything in the frozen wasteland reminded her of pure death, which is why she longed to visit the sunny beaches of Miami, Florida.

Finally, her backpack was ready for what she called prison. But most people would just call it school.

On the way out of her house, she rubbed her dog's head for a mere second and rushed out the door. In the car ride to her first day of school, her new mother did not seem amused with her behavior. "Why are you so exited for Florida? Canada is far more entertaining than laying out in the scorching sun, aye?" she asked. Alex shook her head in harsh disagreement.

"Excuse me, Jack Frost, but I prefer not becoming a human popsicle any time soon. So if you don't mind, I'll savor the last bits of sunlight I'm going to ever see," Alex grunted back. Her mom narrowed her eyes in anger, but they still remained focused on the road. She sighed and just decided to quit the argument. Alexandria Waterfold knew that the 2 days before Florida was going to be a long 2 days.

As they drove up to the entrance to Gardenoak Ridge High School, Alex swung out of the door and grabbed her backpack in a single move, proving her impressive athletic abilities. "Bye, sweetheart! I'll see you in the afternoon," her mother yelled as Alex walked towards the snowy courtyard. All she got in return was a quick wave from her daughter before she was driving off to work.

Alexandria trudged through the mucky snow that was mixed with dirt and mulch. Not knowing where the sidewalk to the courtyard started because of the thick precipitation left on the ground, she stumbled over a bump on the side of the road. She was thrown forwards from the speed of her walking and landed hard into the disgusting snow. This was not how she planned her first day of high school as a freshman. "Hey, are you okay?" a manly voice asked from above.

"Well, considering this is my first day of school and I'm already covered in nasty snow, no. I'm certainly not okay," she answered in her normal American accent. The boy chuckled and pulled her up. He was in the same grade as her, but he looked smaller. His blonde hair gleamed with the outlandish ooze of gel and smelled of hair products. He had an average shaped face, but his brown eyes made him look as if normal was a person. "Hey, don't think like that; today might turn out okay if you just ignore all the bad things. It only seems unfortunate because you're whining about it," he said, "By the way, I'm John Abblt."

"Alexandria, and no, you're not going to learn my last name, creep," she snapped, letting her hateful side pour out. John's face got serious as she said the harsh words, making his stylish eyebrows form a mean look. Then, she realized that if she didn't befriend him, Alex was going to regret ever coming to this school. "I'm sorry for my attitude, John. We all good here?" she asked, apologizing for her actions. He nodded and smiled again, showing his pearl white teeth. "Let me show you around," he said.

As they reached the courtyard, it started to smell like doughnuts. They sell doughnuts in the courtyard? she wondered. There upon a platform was a yellow, wooden stand that read 'DOUGHNUTS' in big, red, bubble letters. As soon as she saw that they were serving chocolate doughnuts with coconut glaze on top, she reached for her wallet from her pocket. Just before she could pull it out and run over to the stand, John said, "I wouldn't, Alexandria; they're $10 each and they tell you how much after you buy them. Please don't waste you're money on food like that." It was if he could read minds because she could have sworn that her small movements were almost impossible to sense.

He got permission to enter the school before the bell because he told the teachers that he had planned to go in and talk to a teacher. After all, they still had about an hour to roam before school started. "What classes do you have?" he asked while they were roaming the hallways together. She told him a complete list of all of her 6 classes. With each class she named- and she only needed to go down the list once for him to remember- he showed her which hallways to take when trying to get to different classes. John told her what hallways she should avoid and which have the least traffic. The thing that really surprised her that he was as new to the school as she was. She thought maybe his mom or dad was a teacher.

"John, is one of your parents a teacher here?" Alex asked, raising a beautiful eyebrow. He shook his head slowly as if she was speaking another language. "No, why?" he replied. She shrugged and kept on walking.

Soon, the bell rung and they both walked to class. Although it was time to leave, he still followed her to math class. "Why are you following me, weirdo? Get to class," Alex whispered to John while giving him a confused look. "If I were you, I'd take another look at our schedules. We both have the same first period teacher," he evilly smirked. She sighed but then looked back up at him and put on her evil smirk. His smile grew subtle, unsure of what to think.

At last, they reached Mrs. Hersha's math class. The teacher was a plump, cheerful woman who looked as if she was the offspring of a cherry and a teddybear. Her brunette locks streamed down to her shoulders in beautiful curls. Her makeup made her look as if she had been dumped in a pool full of oil and slime, coating her with an unnatural shine. She was short, yet looked content with her teaching vocation. "G'morning, students! Take a seat and we'll get started with our wonderful class!" Mrs. Hersha said in her beautiful and kind voice. To Alex, it looked like this year might be one to enjoy, especially since John was in her 1st period.

John took a seat behind her, only adding kindle to the burning fire that was building inside of Alex to talk to him further. The room was shining with plastic posters that depicted different math equations that she had yet to learn. As they started class, the teacher introduced herself and passed out a syllabus to each student. After explaining each rule and going over the paper several times due to disruptions, they finally moved onto the folder organizing. "Is this high school or kindergarten? Last time I checked, crafts were not on the syllabus," John whispered to her in his distinct Canadian accent. She snickered a bit too loudly, finding that it was unfortunately true. The whole class turned to her, making Alex feel like a piece of meat in an alligator cage.

"Do you have something that you'd like to share with the class, Miss Waterfold?" the teacher asked, pausing her introduction on each folder and giving her one of those 'better explain now or you're dead' stares. Alex stood there, dumbfounded.

"I, um... I don't know?"

The students whispered around Alex, making her feel like she was going to, once again, hate this year. She looked back at John and he shrugged, his face in an expression where he two looked dumbfounded. His brown eyes seemed more of a yellow now, but it wasn't much of a change. Probably just the lighting, Alex thought. Mrs. Hersha grunted and folded her arms angrily at the class's sudden disobedience. "Sorry for that," her blonde friend whispered.

Alex shook her head and put her face in her hands. John sighed behind her, and she wasn't sure if it was out of embarrassment or shame, but it was sure directed to her.

Signaling the end of class, the bell rang. Thank goodness, class is over, Alexandria finally noticed.