Love, Anguish and Death (Chp. 1)

I drew a deep breath as I stepped in front of the double doors to Raven High. I hadn't entered yet, but already I felt breathless with fear and anxiety. A new school because my mom couldn't afford to live in Winnipeg anymore, so here I was with my cousin, Maddie, in Greece. I knew some Greek, but not a lot. I was gunna get some help from Maddie. Anyway, going off topic... again. Sigh.
I looked around me. The vast empty space of a barren field surrounded me. The strong, cold wind whipped my long brown hair around my face, so long it reached my slender waist. I squinted my dark hazel eyes against the harsh, pouring rain. It was not even eight in the morning and it was dark. Slowly and fearfully, I took a hold of the handle to the doors and pulled. They were a heavy kind of wood, dark and worn, with strange ancient symbols carved in. Above the door in silver font was: Raven High. For some reason the sparkling cleanliness of the title and the filthiness of my surroundings contrasted and it freaked me out.
I drew another deep breath and stepped inside. The hallways were vast and empty and cold. They made me feel lonely and afraid, and I wished my parents hadn't forced me to move. I loved my warm, welcoming old school, Rocky Highschool. I liked my friends and boyfriend, who had seperated from me because I'd moved. My boyfriend had "conviently" found another girl right after I moved, which teared me apart. I felt like crying, but remembered that it wouldn't make a very good first impression on my new fellow classmates. Seventeen years I'd been at that damn school, and now my life was ruined. Sighing, I trekked down the long, empty corridor. The air seemed to have a greyish hue, and I absolutely hated it. I felt sick with fear, and the whole place seemed so foreboding.
I looked at the mini schedule and map my mother, Cheryl, had given me right before I'd left. It said my first class was ART, ROOM 23, UPPER FLOOR. Great. It was practically across the school from me. Groaning, I wrapped my arms around myself, shoved the already crumpled paper in my pocket, and walked.
The halls were utterly deserted. No stupid students "guarding" the halls or slipping notes into people's lockers like at Rocky. There was none of that, and it made me even more afraid. I felt so depressed just walking in these vast, foreboding corridors; how could I possibly live through even one class?
The thought made a cold chill run down my spine, and I shivered.
I had a seriously bad feeling about this place. Not one of those "it'll go away soon" feelings, it was permanent. Or, at least it seemed to feel like it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my mind off my anguish and fear. I felt dread fill me.
Finally, I approached the door to Art, room 23, upper floor. My stomach seemed to knot up and get filled with gross, inky black stuff that boiled and made me want to puke with fear. I know, TMI. Thankfully, right before I opened the door, a student walked up to me from the halls, the only person there besides me, of course. She smiled warmly at me, shocking me. Then I felt mean and shallow. Of course Ravens High was scary... so I had obviously expected the people to be, too. I felt guilty for judging.
"Hi," she said with genuine warmth. I felt myself smile back at her, too relieved for words that I'd found a normal person here. She held her pale hand out to me. She was beautiful. Her hair was long and black as a raven's feathers, reaching well past her waist, and she'd flipped her bangs back so that her gorgeous hair puffed a bit and looked like feathers. Her eyes were the coldest icy blue, as in the arctic, and they shone and stood out in the dreary, dreadful, foreboding hallway. Her skin was perfectly pale, porcelain pale, and completely and utterly unblemished. She had no color in her cheeks whatsoever, yet it seemed to add to her beauty. Her eyes were lined with black like mascara and eyeliner, but I knew it was natural. Her lips were perfect and small and the lightest shade of gentle pink. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight, and her body was small yet slender and curvy. Over all, she was amasingly perfect. Jealousy filled me. Sure, I had her body, but my hair always, no matter what, remained perfectly straight and was a boring color of chocolate brown. My eyes were the only really beautiful thing about me, a shining hazel with flecks of gold and brown and orange, and a bit of green in the middle. My skin was naturally tanned, and thought it, too, was unblemished, it was nothing special. My nose was kinda the ski slope kind, but not too much. My eyes were always naturally narrowed just a bit, making me look mean, but I was actually quite very nice, really. My lips were full and pouty but not too big. Over all, I was nothing like this beautiful girl.
"Hello?" She said, furrowing her dark brows at me. "I said, what's your name? I'm Raven Stef."
Huh. Strange. Same name as the school. Kinda creepy, actually. I smiled and laughed nervously. "Oh, sorry. I guess I zoned out." Oh, what a brillant thing to say. Zoned out... pshhht. Ugh. "I'm Claire Thompson," I said, taking her hand and shaking it. Despite her size, Raven had quite a firm hold. When she let go, my hand was red.
I held it against my side.
"You best be getting to class," Raven said kindly, giving me a confused grin. "The professors here, well... let's just say they're not very welcoming to late students." Raven's eyes stared at me, and I swear they glowed just the slightest bit red. I blinked and they were blue again. Had I just imagined that?
Was I crazy?
I shook my head and chuckled. "I'm going there," I said. She smiled and walked into the class I had to go into. I stepped inside as well. Everyone stared at me, and I noticed three things. One, they all glared at me. Two, none of them were doing anything even midly resembling a normal teenager, like talking, passing notes, etc. And three, all of them -- every single last one -- was inhumanly beautiful.