I was never drawn to fairy tales, or the myths and urban legends i have heard of in my whole life, the stories were always told, from Santa Claus to the living doll some man was trapped in. I never had once believed any of it, none of it. I just made no sense at all; Santa Claus making it to every single home before day break. While my mother and father barely come home because they were working.
Magic was never something i believed in, pixie dust, and talking tea pots. There was no such thing.
"Arabella?..." My thought were interrupted, as the teacher stare blankly at me as behind him was a question on the board.
"Right." I mumbled to myself, checking my word problems though my head. "It's 7 to the 3rd power?"
"Correct." he smile brightly and continued around the classroom.
The bell had rang at 2:30 PM, meaning school was out of session, I was tired, exhausted, bored.

"Hey,' a calm voice whispered in my ear, as his hand pressed on my back. "Still want to check out that weird graveyard?" Niall asked me.

"Oh hell yea, Horan, i can't miss out on that." I said, excitement in my eyes.

"Great, meet me around the block of your house, at 9 o' clock sharp. We'll walk from there." he said before pressing lips to my cheek. "Later, Sweets."

Notes

i know the first chapter sucks, but omg this may just be the best story I have ever written. Subscribe? :) Comment as well.