May 29, 2007
2:47 PM
South Shore High School
Long Island, New York

It was the end of the school day and most students were heading to their bus or talking with friends, but not Alana Policastro. Alana had taken advantage of the warm May weather by pairing her dangerously low cut top with an equally skimpy miniskirt, even with the cool breeze blowing her raven hair all about, it was definitely worth it. She searched for her target in a sea of nameless, faceless students until she found him. Her scheming eyes narrowed and a sly smile spread across her crimson lips. They were the color of passion, the color of blood.

Anthony Lieberman came out the double doors, basketball in hand, a smile on his face, eyes on his best friends Kristin Colletti and Matt Daly. Alana parted through the useless students to get to him, as though she was parting the sea. She didn’t stop until she was able to see her own reflection in his hazel eyes.