Silent. I love it when it's quiet. I like to stare off into space and contemplate the 'whys' and 'why nots'. I basically over think everything. I'm not very sociable. I like to keep to myself. Some people don't seem to comprehend that though. Everyone here tried to talk to me a number of times but failed. Quite epically.
My parents always moved around, never staying in one place. I never really understood why. I would go to one school for two months and then get changed again. They finally decide to stay put in one area, and they get killed off. Great. I guess whatever they were running from caught up to them.
Actually, the memory of the day my parents died is still pretty fresh in my mind. I was at school. It was lunch period and I was sitting at my table in the corner near the window, alone as usual, not that it bothered me. I wore a grimace on my face. The food that school served was horrible. I always bought it, debated whether or not to eat it, tried to eat it, and then gave up. The day was going like every other day until the counselor burst in the cafeteria. Worry was written all over her face as she scanned the room. Her eyes finally falling on me and sympathy washed over her poor excuse of a face. It was caked in makeup and she slightly reminded me of the prostitutes you'd pick up in the cupcake aisle of Wal-Mart.
"Beau, I need you to come with me," she told me with a sickly sweet, sympathetic fake voice. I mean what am I, five?
"Who died?" I stated bluntly, my face stone cold in obvious uncaring.
"Honey, it's your parents. They were shot. I'm sure-," the lady was cut off abruptly by my rare outburst.
"My parents don't disserve your sympathy, lady," I seethed, "They have been running from whomever was trying to assassinate them for years. I have been to over fifty different schools in the past two years. They always told me we moved so much due to the fact the place got boring. Bullshit. They were scared, helpless, and they drug me along with them."
"Young lady, you do not speak of your deceased parents like that!" She tried to scold me. Figures.
"Whatever." That's how I ended every conversation. No one dared to continue after I muttered that word.
The counselor lady took a deep breath once we arrived in her office. I'd never actually been in here, I didn't care much for the lady's tacky décor.
"Beau, I know this must be hard for a fourteen year old girl," I scoffed at the statement. Hard was an overstatement. I didn't give a shit. "But we're going to send you to an orphanage. It's called Wammy's. Everyone here at this school knows you are way beyond even most of the staff's intelligence level. That's why we're sending you to this specific orphanage. It's for people, kids, like you."
I contemplated what she said for a moment. Obviously, I was proud to be so superior to everyone here. Maybe I could finally have a decent conversation with someone. This might very well be the second best day ever. It stands right behind the day I would arrive at Wammy's, my new home.
"When do I leave?" I asked excitedly which probably seemed a bit odd to her. Fuck that. It probably looked as if I went off the deep end of insanity. I did just receive news that both my parents were dead. Oh well.
"Tomorrow," the lady replied. Awesome.
A staff member escorted me home to get my belongings that the police kindly allowed me to extract from the house. I was going to stay at this person's house until tomorrow morning when I would get picked up for the orphanage. To keep the awkwardness down, I chose a room to sleep in and didn't come out. Not once did I speak to the homeowner. Not even a 'thanks for the stay' left my lips. I was too ecstatic to speak, let alone sleep. So I stayed up all night, wondering what my home would be like, if I would not be as hostile and actually make friends. I chuckled at the thought. I doubt I could become less hostile even if I were to make a friend.
The morning arrived too slow for my tastes. Once the chauffer arrived to pick me up and I was settled in the car, I was knocked out. I guess staying up all night wasn't the best idea. Whatever. The ride will pass more quickly. The faster to my new home, the better.
"Miss Beau, Please wake up. We have arrived," someone said, shaking me awake.
"I'm up. I'm up," I said groggily, yawning and stretching.
I looked around at the orphanage. It was large like a mansion. It was made entirely of bricks and looked rather old. There was a pitiful looking playground that looked as if no one has touched it for years. No one was outside, quite odd.
"Miss Beau, please allow me to escort you to Roger's office. He will assign you to a room and other such necessities." I merely grunted in response.
The chauffeur lead through a maze of deserted hallways, leading me to the Roger character's office.
"Where is everyone else at?" I asked the old man. I was just now taking in his features. He had smile wrinkles around his eyes but didn't look to be above the age of sixty and his hair was grey.
"They're all at dinner, Miss Beau. Mr. Roger timed it to be that way. So you wouldn't have any unneeded confrontations before he got to see you. Ah. Here we are. Roger's office," He replied, knocking on the door.
"Come in," I heard a man's voice reply.
The man was settled behind a chunky wooden desk that was scattered with files.
"Ah, Beau is it? Well first things first, you need a new name."
"Well, seeing as Beau isn't my real name in the first place. I think I'll stick to that. It's short for beautiful. But It's pronounced 'Bo'. My mom gave me the nickname as a child," I told him. I was actually quite desperate to hold on to the name. I didn't know or care for his reasoning behind changing my name, I just didn't want it to happen.
"Very well. Next, your room. I will be assigning you to-"
"Either room me with a guy or alone because if you put me with a girl she will end up severely hurt by the end of the week," I told him with honesty. He seemed to take this into consideration. He gave me a once over and finally decided I was being completely serious and would live up to the threat. Then he continued to ponder on who to put me with.
"You shall room with Near. He probably won't enjoy it much, but it's my only choice. Why do you hate females so much if you are one?" He finally replied.
"They're annoying and can't take a hint," I told him bluntly.
"Well, Watari will get your stuff and escort you to your room. Later, Mello or Near will tour you around the school. It will more than likely be Mello. I'm warning you though. He has quite the temper.' I grinned at his ladder comment about the boy. Perfect. Smart and temper mental.
"This way, Miss Beau," Watari called for me. He had already gotten my bags. There was only three because I only packed my clothes. I never used anything else so I just left it.
It didn't take long to get to the room. It was on the bottom floor and was the very last room on the hallway. Perfect. It should be easy to sneak out. Watari knocked gently on the door.
"Enter," a gentle young sounding voice answered.
Watari opened the door and set my bag on the floor.
"Near, this is your new roommate. Her name is Beau. Please help her feel welcome," he told the boy.
"Beau is a girl. Shouldn't Beau room with another girl?" He asked monotonously. He was putting almost all his attention onto the city he was constructing with dice.
"I don't like females. They get on my nerves. So, I requested to be roomed with a guy and the Roger guy put me with you," I told him plainly. I wasn't much for arguing with this kid. It wouldn't be much of a competition. He seems entirely too smart. He looked up at me finally. He was curled up on the floor with one leg under him and the other brought up to his chest. He was working at a curl of his white hair with his fingers. His dull grey eyes scanned over me. They were completely lifeless.
"Uh, what're you staring at?" I asked.
"I will leave you two alone and warn Mello about touring you around the orphanage," Watari said as he exited the room. Near got an odd glint in his eye at the mentioning of Mello having to tour me around the school.
"To answer your previous question, I was merely observing you. Mello will quite enjoy your company, I presume. You seem to be alike in a way," He told me.
"Well, if you'll excuse me. I have to use the restroom," I told the albino ready to get out of the room with him. He broke eye contact and continued to play with his dice.
Well this Mello character keeps sounding better and better.