Well, I'm actually going to continue this story instead of writing one chapter and leaving it. Btw, I'm writing Part 2 of Paranormal....cuz I'm that bored. Whatever. Just don't copy this story.
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My name is Melissa Choris. I'm 14, starting to attend a local high school, and live with my mom. My dad dropped out on us a while back; don't mention it to my mom or she'll start yelling about how she absolutely hates him. I swear, you'll never see someone curse more when they're angry in your life. I live in the peaceful town of Resembool. It is almost exactly how it used to be back in my parents' childhood, but with a few more advanced technologies. Anyway, I'm just a typical Resembool resident. That and nothing more.
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Chapter One
I don't like mornings. Maybe it's the brutal awakening. Waking up with the annoying sound of ringing and accidentally smashing it into pieces is not exactly the best way to wake up. I can't even begin to imagine how many times I had to fput it back together again with alchemy. This morning isn't any better; my clock routinely burst into pieces again. I can't help but sigh; I'd hate to be my clock. I grabbed my piece of chalk that I always keep on my night table and like always, drew my transmutation circle and pressed my hands against the floor. Light flashed and in smoke, my clock was revived once again. Too lazy to replace my clock on the table, I threw on a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, tied a sweatshirt around my waist, and slung on my bookbag. I don't think my clock cares whether it stays on the floor for a while or not. I ran downstairs. My mom's out, yet again. Sometimes I wonder if she even gives a damn about me at all; you'd think she's see me off to my first day of high school. I swung the door open and headed down the road. It's very nice weather today, too bad I have to be stuck in school. Hopefully it won't suck much.
I shifted through my bookbag until I found the key to my locker. I set down my books and started to do a little decorating in my locker. Just because I'm a plain person doesn't mean I like my world to be gray. Not that gray isn't a good color; my sweatpants are gray and a lot of my clothes are, too. I glanced up at the clock. Wow, I have a lot of time before class starts. Forty-five minutes is a lot. I got bored after five minutes of decorating, so I walked outside and sat on one of the benches. I probably looked like a loner right now.
After what felt like forever, I looked up to find almost everyone here now. I recognize some, but most are unfamiliar faces. I rested my head in the palm of my hand and looked down at the ground. A girl sat down next to me. I glanced at her without turning my head; this is my way of analyzing people. Her straight blonde hair was spread out and down to her waist. She wore an orange camisole and a white knee-length skirt. I stretched my arms and she said hi. I turned to her and smiled. "Hey, I'm Melissa. Melissa Choris," I said. She smiled back. "I'm Kathren Elric, but you could just call me Katie. Are you new to the school?" she asked. I nodded. "That's nice, I'm a junior. I've been looking for my little brother everywhere but I just can't find him. He's probably doing this on purpose...." Katie sighed. “Well, I gotta go. If I loose him, my parents are going to kill me! Oh, and let me know if any of the juniors or seniors bother you; I know all of them so I could always tell them to bug off. See you around!” she said hurriedly. She got up and ran into the crowd of students. Now that I think about it…if he’s younger than her and she’s a junior, then he must be my age. I’d like to hang out with Katie sometime, she’s nice. Still pondering at all the thoughts left in my head, I almost missed the fact that the bell just rang. I hope Katie found her brother.
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I walked down the hall, half dazed. Why don’t we receive school maps? After aimlessly wandering, I finally found the room: MATHEMATICS. I turned the doorknob and walked inside. Simple three-seated desks are lined up, two in a room. A blackboard is mounted on the wall; a wooden desk is to the side. Guess the teacher didn’t arrive yet. I took a seat at an empty desk towards the middle of the room, next to the window. I set my bookbag down and slipped out a notepad and pencil. I wonder if anyone will sit next to me; I am in the middle after all. I could always switch seats now. Just when I was thinking that, a blonde-haired boy burst through the door and hurriedly took a seat next to me on my right. Too bad for switching seats. Everyone stared at him before going back to their own business. I glanced at him. He wore a black unbuttoned vest over a white T-shirt, and black pants. A silver chain that hung from a black studded belt came from his pocket, and his hair is down to his shoulders at the sides and down to the middle of his back in a ponytail in the back. What’s striking about him is his eyes; his left eye is a blazing blue and the right a fiery gold. I turned to him, and he did the same, flashing me a grin. “Sorry ‘bout that. I was being chased. You don’t mind me sitting next to you, right?” he asked me. I shook my head. “It’s okay,” I said. He sighed. “Well, I’m Haine. Nice to meet ‘ya,” he introduced himself. I replied, “I’m Melissa. Same.” I yawned, and I noticed Haine looking at me like he was waiting for something. “What?” I asked, with a hint of annoyance. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m just surprised you’re not saying anything about my eyes. First time no one’s pestered me about them,” he said. “Oh, well, I don’t like to pester people. Though I do have to say, they’re interesting,” I said. He nodded and gave a slight smile before turning to the front of the class. I wonder how many times he’s been asked about his eyes? He had such a surprised reaction when I didn’t. I turned too, and another person sat down next to me. Haine looked over at them. He had a look of shock but that shortly turned into a grin. He reached out his arm and put his hand on their shoulder. They went, “Eeep!” They shivered for a second. Haine laughed, “Come on, don’t pretend you don’t know your own cousin!” Cousin? Wow, the two look nothing alike. They turned around; they have long spread out light brown hair down to their waist with a set of hazel eyes. “S-sorry, cousin,” they said. “Hey, you shouldn’t be. You’re too polite,” Haine replied. He turned to me. “Melissa, this is my cousin, Eoran. He’s the really, really shy type,” he explained. He? Damn, I thought he was a girl! His spread out hair doesn’t help much. Embarrassed by the thought, I said, “Oh! Nice to meet you, Eoran! Don’t be so shy.” I smiled. Eoran nodded. “Sorry!” he said. I sighed. This kid has some serious issues. “Try not saying sorry,” Haine said. He looked back to me. “He’s a really nice person. Like a brother to me. Just wish he told me he was going to this school though…” Eoran blushed lightly in embarrassment and looked down. “I-I’m sorry, cousin. I didn’t want to embarrass you….” He said, still not looking up. Haine sighed. “For the last time, just because you’re shy doesn’t mean you’re an embarrassment. Think more highly of yourself.” Eoran nodded and looked up. “’kay, thanks.” He smiled. If I didn’t know it, I could’ve completely mistaken him for a girl. I’ve never seen someone that innocent. Really. At least Haine seems like a responsible cousin. That’s touching, and Eoran is lucky for that support. I can’t imagine how he’d get around without it. The teacher then walked through the door. “Good morning class, settle down.”
 Saruna-chan · Fri Feb 27, 2009 @ 12:11am · 0 Comments |
