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She was sick of hearing her parents talk about the way she dressed and the kind of music she listened to. She wasent a bad looking girl, average height, and only 130 lbs, with a chest the seemed to attract guys. She had strait black hair, about shoulder length, but it was the way she dressed that seems to scare people. She always had on black, at anytime, he pants and shirt would be black. He nails painted black and he eyes lined with black. She was what people called you average "Goth". They would never understand her, they never have. As she walked to school, she watch everything which was going on around her, nerves still unsettled from that dream. Her mind wandering to when these dreams started and when he arrived. She has never experienced so much pain at once, what could it mean? He mind traced back to the days before when she first met him. He had just started in her school and didnt know many people. She had come into school one morning to see him in the main office, talking to the lady at the desk. He was dressed in black pants and a fine, satin shirt. He caught her glance and she had looked away blushing. That day had went by fine, until last period when he had walked into her class. Her eyes had widen when she had relized that the seat next to her was the only one open. He came over and sat down besides her, looking at her. "The name is Alex" he said softly, offering his hand to her as the teacher began her lesson. "Nice to meet you Alex" Amanda whispered, gently shaking his hand. As she grasp his hand, the air in the room seemed to cool and a shiver sent down her spine. She then relized how pale he was and how cold his hands where. "Amanda." she heard call from the back of her mind, as she snapped back to reality, relizing the teacher, aswell as the entire class was staring at her, she blushed.