"Damn. I hate rain." I let my gloved hand pound once, twice, against the dirty window of my room. My seventeen-year-old self scowled, and picked up my book bag, stuffing a half finished essay into it. Always time to finish it once I got to school.
Swinging the bag over my shoulders, I made my way to the kitchen, {conveniently six feet away from my room} army boots clomping loudly on the linoleum floor. Now, let me set all you people straight. Yes, I do live in a rather smallish sized apartment. But no, it is not a rat filled hellhole with pealing wallpaper and cockroaches crawling everywhere and bats roosting in the ceiling. It's a normal apartment, with a semi-normal family living in it. It was only semi-normal because I happened to live there at the moment. You shall find out why I'm not normal as the story unfolds. Right now, I'm your average rebellious straight B student. So basically...at that moment my house was normal...later it would become semi-normal. Anyways, I'm rambling, and I should get back on track now.
Grabbing cereal from a shelf, a bowl from another, milk from the fridge, and spoon from a drawer, I, Keiko Husby, was ready to sit down and enjoy my breakfast. And I was enjoying it, even as my older influence walked into the room. Gavin, six foot five inches, all skin and skeleton and pimples. {Luckily, I actually do this thing called /washing my face/. Hence me having clear, pale skin. Gavin unfortunately doesn't grasp the concept.} He had a black mop of hair like mine, but he had hazel eyes, opposed to my gray ones. "Hey Gavin." I mumbled over a mouthful of Frosted Flakes. "How's the search?"
The whole family knew about Gavin's seemingly never ending search for the perfect college. There had been many likely candidates, but all had flunked his analyzing test. Which was, probably impossible to pass in the first place. But I won't go into details.
"Great." He said, stuffing some toast into his mouth. "Perfectly shitty as all ways."
You see, its not my fault I have a potty mouth. Or actually, potty mind. I swear more in my head than I do talking. And no, I do not deserve to be put in a crazy farm. I just happen to think a lot more than I talk.
As he sat down I stood up, stuffed the bowl and spoon into the sink, and started trotting towards the front door. "Bye-bye Gavin!" I said in a sing-song voice, "Tell Kaylyn I love her report on stinkbugs, and mom and dad dont worry, I'll get back before eleven tonight. "
I don't think he registered any of that, but okay, whatever. It wasn't all that important anyways.
Outside was cool and foggy and rainy, like I mentioned before, as the Bay Area usually was around this time of year, {winter} this time of day {morning}. But luckily, being a San Francisco-er all my life, I was prepared for the cold and wet with my deep green coat, hood pulled over my head, black knitted sweater and blue jeans, my calves also covered with black and white striped knitted legwarmers. Oh, and don't forget my army boots tucked under my legwarmers. Hand-me-downs from the Gavinster himself. Yep. I was heading down the road to become the next great fashion artist.
Only three blocks away was my high school, I'm a sophomore, for those of you who actually care. My school was large and grey and public. Just my style.
As I walked through the door of George Ferrell High, that was the name of my school, I immediately started glancing around for Lia. Ah, time to tell you about my best friend, Amelia Bernard. She was tall {I'm really short, 5'3, so tall people intimidate me/make me jealous.} stunning, witty, and blond. Yeah, you heard me. She was my hero, and I was her sidekick. Compared to her, I was some frizzy-headed, slow, abnormal mutant. But that was okay, because I loved her {LIKE A FRIEND PEOPLE, LIKE A FRIEND} anyways.
And here she came, gliding down the hallway liked she owned it, her smile aimed at everyone around her. And everyone around her seemed to melt in their place.
"Hello, Keiko." She said, nearing where I was standing, drooling like a retarded chicken over her awesomeness. I was her best friend. Her single best friend. The one she told all her secrets to, all her dreams to. Only her and me shared a bond as strong as this. People would kill to fill my shoes. Maybe even literally. Yes, I know I sounded intensely lesbian at the moment, but hey people, don't you love {again, like a friend} your best friends this way? Or something similar? Yeah, I thought so.
"I need to talk to you". Lia whispered, and floated away.
Immediately, I came out of my chicken-like coma. Those six words were only said in emergencies. Anything else she would have told me right here, right now. So, a little worried, and being the good lap dog I was, I followed her.
I trailed after her until we were in the back of the school, {where it was still raining, mind you} and there she whipped around, grabbed my shoulders and squeezed until I thought I might have to get both of them amputated.
"Keiko, youre my best friend right?" she hissed, and it was then I started to notice some differences about Lia's appearance this morning.
For one, her hair seemed a bit tangled and frizzy in some places. Like she had been tossing and turning in bed all night and then forgot to brush her hair this morning. And second, her makeup was a bit smudgy, definitely a case of shaky hands. And her green eyes, which were usually so calm and cool, well, were...mad. Her eyes were bright, never stopping in one place, almost twitching.
Oh-kay, either she had been drinking caffeine all night and this morning, or something important had just occurred. "Um....yes I'm your friend?" I stuttered, before changing the subject and observing, "Hey Lia, you dont look normal today. What's with you?"
Heh, laugh all you want, but it's true. I'm unnaturally frank. Whatever pops into my head, especially if I'm analyzing another person, pops out of my mouth. Its a little habit that I should start working on fixing.
She shook her head, spraying rain on me, her wild yellow locks turning even wilder. "Oh, Keiko," she gave me a slightly crooked smile, "just what I wanted to hear."
/What is the girl talking about? She's making no sense.../
"Kay, you ready for the biggest secret that a friend can give?" Lia giggled, her nails digging in through my jacket and shirt, into my skin.
"Shit Lia! Stop-"
But Lia shook me, hard, snarling, "Listen! Listen or I might go crazy! I might go nuts!" She let out a cackle, and in the rain, mascara dripping down the side of her face, hair plastered and sticking up in odd angles, eyes like a coyote who hadnt eaten in a freakin /month/, I was about ready to make a break for it. I was already looking for possible escape routes. What was wrong with her? I needed to take her to the nurses office, or better yet, a nuthouse; but for the moment, decided to play along. It might be bad for my health if I tried to leave now.
"Oh-kay Lia...spill." I replied, my voice quavering in anxiety. What had happened to her? She seemed to be a whole new Lia, a whole new mentally unstable one. Her grip one my shoulder was getting annoying, and the rain trickling down my skin and probably messing up my makeup was irritating as well. But, better let the senseless girl have some fun before you mess with her. Or else she might mess with you. At least, that was my logic.
She searched my face for a moment, eyes scanning me for a hint of betrayal. But I guess she saw none, for then she took a deep breath, shook out her already messed up hair, and looked straight into my eyes. Kind of unnerving when you think that the person standing in front of your best friend who has just gone, well...you know, /crazy/? She then opened her mouth, and this is where my whole unbelievably true story started. Just with these few words. "I'm cursed." Lia said, voice cracking a few pitches, "I was cursed, yesterday. By a faerie."
Gah, sorry the first chapter was so boring....anyways, check out results for pictures of my charries so far!
Kay, here's a few pictures of how I imagine my characters to be, although they are a little off.....I couldn't find any perfect replicas.
Here's a picture of Gavin, 'cept imagine him with lighter eyes and some acne across his forhead or nose or something. Like I said, not all perfect images of what I imagined my charries to be.
And here's the main character, Keiko herself. I actually think the way she looks is almost accurate, but her eyes are grey, not black.
And here is Amelia, Keiko's best friend, and the cursed one. She looks almost like the Amelia I imagined, accept my imaginative Amelia has green eyes, not blue. Hope you liked the pictures! ^__^
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