The Boy With the Silver Eyes ~A NaNoWriMo Entry~

When a new boy named Peter Menard comes to their high school, Best friends Sarah Wagner and Alex Haisgen know there's something different about him. When the truth is revealed, a whirlwind of lies, jealousy, and hatred stirs. An old rivalry begins again, and Sarah is right in the middle of it. Sarah must travel to a world were magic, monsters, sprites, and fairies roam. Will she succeed, or will her life end as she knows it?
Cover created by Willow Angel.


2. Chapter 1

November 1st, 2015

Sarah’s POV:

It was the first day of my freshman year in High School and I had a study hall 3rd period. Glancing at my watch, I cursed to myself silently and ran as fast as I could down the hallways. As I rushed down a flight of stairs, I tripped and almost fell flat on my face. Classic me. I spotted the classroom and continued to run. Just as I was about to enter the classroom, the bell rang, signaling that I was late. Moaning quietly, I entered the classroom. the teacher, an elderly man with white hair and a face that looked like one huge wrinkle, squinted his tiny, watery green eyes at me.

“You’re late, and on the first day of school, too, what a shame. You may take a seat, Miss…?” “Wagner. Sarah Wagner,” I grumbled, plopping down at an empty desk.  The teacher grumbled and wrote something down on his clipboard. I pulled out my social studies homework and started to work on it.

The door burst open as another student walked in. As soon as I saw him, I knew he was trouble. His flaming red hair bounced as he walked into the classroom and a mischievous twinkle lingered in his dark brown eyes. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black, ripped jeans and a huge smirk was on his face. His t-shirt was a blinding white and stuck out against his black leather jacket. I had to admit that he wasn't all that bad looking. He actually looked quite handsome.

“Hello, Alex, how kind of you to show up to class. Take a seat next to Sarah,” the teacher sighed, pointing a shaking finger at the desk beside me. The boy, whose name was apparently Alex, walked to the desk and sat down, and, turning to me, he stuck out his hand and said in a heavy Irish accent, “As old prune-face here said, my name is Alex. What’s yours?”

I looked up from the worksheet I had been struggling to complete and tried to give Alex a smile. “I’m Sarah. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get back to my work,” I snapped. Alex put his hands up in a gesture of surrender, a grin stretching across his face. To my annoyance, I found myself trying not to smile back. I turned back to my work and tried to ignore Alex, who was just staring at the floor and doing nothing. “Don’t you have anything to work on or something?” I muttered, his laziness beginning to annoy me. Why was I getting annoyed so much?! Alex shook his head.

“I finished all of my homework. It was really easy. I could help you on yours,” he suggested, smiling kindly at me. Hesitating slightly, I wondered if I should accept Alex’s offer. I was having a lot of trouble, and I had a feeling that I should trust Alex. I shrugged and nodded, showing him my paper. Alex wrinkled his nose as he scanned the paper, checking my answers.

“The Berlin Wall fell on November 9th, 1989, not the 15th of October, 1985. There are a lot of other things, but I don’t want to offend you,” he muttered, giving me back my worksheet. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked in my textbook for the answer. To my astonishment and slight bemusement, I discovered that he was correct. Grumbling under my breath, I erased my previous answer and wrote down Alex’s.  In the remainder of the period, Alex and I exchanged hushed words and fleeting glances under the watchful eye of prune-face. Alex was actually a really cool guy, and everything I had thought about him before was forgotten.

“Hey, maybe we can study together sometime!” Alex said as the bell rang, signaling that the period was over. I gave him a small smile and nodded. “I’d like that a lot, Alex,” I said. Alex handed me a small slip of paper with a phone number on it. “Here’s my home phone number. Ask your parents if we can study, and then call me to let me know. See you later!” he said, waving goodbye and sprinting to his next class. “Bye,” I whispered, staring after his  retreating form. I grinned, knowing that this was just the beginning of what would hopefully be a wonderful friendship.  


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