“The rain is never going to stop.” Those thoughts run through your mind as you travel inside a cold bus on its way to Byscane, but it’s not like you care about where is headed to or when is going to stop you just want to get away from everything. From this life, from the people from the world itself if you could. The windows inside are open and you can feel the cold water hitting your face over and over again, but you don’t even bother to close the window next to you or to wipe your wet face with the sleeve of your shirt. Your body is so numb right at this moment that all you can think of and look at is the shapes and shadows that the cars and people from outside the vehicle create as they move towards their destiny. “Destiny” you think in that word for a moment and its huge meaning. What is destiny exactly? Is it just a way to justify our actions, blame it to destiny it was meant to happen that way, or is it just a way to describe you have not power over your life because not matter how hard you try to make things right there’s always something right around the corner waiting to destroy whatever is left of it forever.

            “Excuse me miss is this seat taken?” You look at the person where the voice is coming from and you realize with sadness in your eyes is a young boy, you would say he was around 13 years old, round face, blonde hair and beautiful deep blue eyes. You also notice he has difficulty to walk and is because he has a broken foot. You stare at him for a couple of seconds that felt like an eternity to you. Something about this boy reminds you of your younger brother, the one who with just one smile would light your entire world of darkness. You don’t answer his question with words, you just give him a slight nod of confirmation as you move your face towards the window. The boy sits next to you and from the corner of your eye you notice he’s holding a newspaper on his hand. ‘So young and already getting familiar with the tragedies that surround this sick world’ you can’t help but think.  You turn your face towards the window one more time but curiosity inside you wants to glance from time to time at what he’s reading. Your face finally turns her full attention towards him who seems lost inside this world of words and headlines that newspapers know how to bring. He’s now reading an article with a headline in big black letters that makes your mind get numb one more time. ‘More than 90 percent of people who die nowdays are suicide victims’ You don’t pay as much attention to the article as you pay it to the boy reading it. You’re trying to catch some reaction from him, see if reading this somehow affects him, is like you need to know and don’t really care all at the same time. You notice him shrug his shoulders and as though he was reading your mind he looks up at you with those deep blue eyes and blonde curls falling down his eyes that makes your heart ache. You remember that night in the park when your little brother asked you to teach him how to ride his bike, you were 20 back then and now you’re 27. It’s been 7 years since then but you feel as if it was yesterday. You can still hear the laughter and excitement on his voice as he asks you not to let go of him because he’s scared, but you did let go, you wanted him to learn and this was the best way and then he felt scared and fell from the bike and broke his foot. You were so scared you felt like you were never going to forgive yourself and from that moment you swore to never let him go. Not matter what you were always going to be there for him.

            “People shouldn’t just let go of their lives like that it’s not fair to those who are left behind. I don’t think their loved ones would be happy with that decition, even if they are already in heaven”. Those words made their way inside your head and your heart followed by a wave of emotions that you couldn’t explain even if you tried to. You held back some tears looking at the boy right next to you who was offering now a friendly smile that made him look like an angel in the middle of  so much misery. In that moment you notice the bus stopping reaching its destiny, Biscayne Blvd. the rain has stopped as well and all of the sudden you feel something warm on your cheek, it was a kiss. A kiss of hope, that came followed by rays of sunshine making its way through the windows  bringing light and life to the insides of the bus. You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you look outside the window and as you turn your attention towards the little angel sitting next to you, you notice he was already gone his seat empty and warm. In that moment you feel yourself smiling and as you walk out of the bus and look around the city. Warm air hits your face and closing your eyes you can feel it running inside your body filling it with new life and hope.

Chapter: 2

Dean grabbed the marker writting his name on the board just like many teachers used to do when he was at school.

-“Alright so my name is Dean Lugousi and im here to make your life a little less misserable for the rest of the week.”

He turned around with a big grin looking at them his eye fixed on the girl from the morning who was frowning now.

-“So what do we say we just relax put the books outside and call this as free time huh?”

All class began to cheer as all the kids closed their books and turned their desk to talk with their neighbor except for one. The same girl from the morning. Dean walked towards her desk sitting in one that was empty next to her.

-“So i dont think i know your name, I mean i need it to get to know each other and stuff”

-“What for? If you’re not gonna give any class anyway , you’re just gonna make a bunch of kids get lazy and when the quizz comes everyone’s gonna fail”

-“ Gee Bela,don’t be so annoying ”

Said a ginger kid with glasses sitting in front of her who just turned when he heard them talking

-“The teacher is cool he just want us to have a little fun, I mean about time something like this happened after all the fortune our parents spend on this damn place, I’m Charlie by the way”

Said the ginger kid to Dean who just smiled at him shaking his hand

-“See? He’s a nice kid, at least he understand my cause...Bela, right?”

He looked at her one more time grinning

-“Whatever this school is crazy to put an english teacher who doesn’t even know who Oscar Wilde is and who looks young enough to be in college, although I dont think smart enough for that either”

-“Hey I’m just a substitute and yes I’m young which is something good for y’all, besides if you’re so interested into my education why dont you stand in front of the class and teach them and me, i mean i could probably use the help”

-“I wouldn’t waste my time with you or them in a million years”

-“Don’t mind Bela...”

Said Charlie turning around one more time looking at Dean as though Bela wasn’t even there in the first place.

-“She’s like that with everyone, doesn’t  accept dates from boys, not friends with girls and mean with all the teachers as well. So you’re not the first one”

-“Excuse me I’m still here. And for the record whatever I do with my life is none of your business Charlie so just turn around and fuck off”

-“Woah that’s just a loud mouth! I could take you to the principal’s office for speaking that way you know that?”

Said Dean to her after a very ashamed Charlie turned around without looking at them again. Bela just glared at him picking up her books and bagpack and standing from her desk

-“You won’t need to do so I know the way myself and any place is better than this thanks”

She said walking away and out of the class and before Dean could even say he was joking she was already walking out of the room leaving him very confused and shocked.

-“Wow she seriously got some issues”

-“So are you really sure this place is haunted dad?”

Asked Dean Winchester through the phone while he kept checking out the girls in uniform walking inside the school. His father sent him to do a job in NY which he wasnt so willing to do at first until he found out it was a private school which meant only one thing, lots of cute girls. He was 22 and these girls were probably between the ages of 15- 18 but  he was always a sucker for students in skirts and full of energy. Of course he wouldnt put his eyes on a freshmen of 15 ,he was more interested in the Senior year  as he kept looking at many girls as possible he thought just some fun view while working wouldn’t do him any bad.

-“Alright dad just checking I mean i know i can do the job don’t worry I guess I’ll just have to put on a cover”

He kept talking while he looked inside his car for new identifications until he found something that might be useful for this place

-“ok so i think i got it, dont worry I will let you know when i find something. Ok bye dad”

He snapped his phone shut as he closed his Impala taking the ID with him he smiled  feeling himself as someone important between these kids even though he himself left High School education not more than 3 years ago. As he kept walking through the campus he was making his eyes wander around the place just to get familiar with the territory, until his eyes got lost in the image of some hot teacher, perhaps a couple of years older than him, picking up some books from the floor wearing a skirt that didn’t leave too much to the imagination specially not in the way she was bending down. He turned his face to get a better look until his body bumped into something hard making him fall to the floor in top of another hard surface he thought was a book but he couldn’t really identify it at first. When he finally shook his head and opened his eyes in front of him he saw  a girl was standing, he would say she was around 17, brown hair,  beautiful green eyes and body? Well not so bad either for a girl her age. She had  a look on her face he could have described as angry and as he smiled and stood up she kept staring at him as though she wanted to kill him.

-“Excuse me! My book?”

She finally managed to say in an adorable accent Dean could recognize as british. He stood there motionless just staring into her big green eyes that got darker each time she got more upset he could just notice

-“I’m sorry are you deaf or something?”

-“humm I’m sorry what?”

-“My book!! You know that square shaped thing you’re standing on? I mean you do know what a book is right?”

Dean finally looked down and could see the book he was standing on. As he bend down to pick it up he dusted it off a little bit reading the cover out loud.

-“Oscar Wilde, collection of poems”

-“Oh so you can read I see”

She said taking off the book from his hands not so nicely. Dean just raised an eyebrow folding his arms across his chest looking at her, this girl who was beautiful but he could see she wasn’t an easy girl who to talk with. Probably some rich kid who thought she was too good to waste her time speaking with someone like him.

-“ Well what can i say? I learnt from the best, Dr Seuss, you probably know him. ”

She rolled her eyes looking annoyed as she turned around walking away from him . Dean just shook his head chuckling a little bit as he made his way into the school.

The first place he visitted was the principal’s office. Showing his ID of someone by the last name of Lugosi  but keeping his first name, the principal right away asumed he was the substitute teacher. He just nodded his head and let her know that he indeed was the person she was looking for. After their interview she gave him a brief tour through the school showing him the schedules and the classes that needed his help. He wasn’t paying too much attention but just nodding his head to whatever she was saying while he kept looking around the big halls full of doors that lead to different classes and lockers right next to them. This sure was a private school he could notice the difference to the public schools he went to while traveling with his dad and brother across the country. They finally made a stop in one of the rooms and the teacher informed him this was an english class for the 12 grade and the teacher was sick for a week so they needed someone who could take his place in the meantime. Dean just smiled thinking the irony of him teaching english when it was the subject he used to fail the most while being in school but he thought this could be fun. Once he entered the room followed by the principal he smiled looking at all the girls and guys sitting on their desk thinking how screwed they were to have him as a teacher for a whole week.

-“Alright kids so this is Mr Lugosi, he would be covering your english class for this whole week so i hope you listen to him and learn because there’s gonna be a quiz next week when Mr Mathon returns. So for now I’ll leave you with him be good”

She said as she left the room Dean could hear a very loud gasp coming from the desks and as he turned to see his face caught a pair of intense green eyes looking at him , it was the same girl from the morning.

-“This is gonna be more than fun”