Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts
Fictionally Creepy Life
Summary: Hello, my life is kinda funny to think about, until you try living it, I mean, it's like living in a crappy made fanfiction or something! Oh crap, jinx!
Chapter 1, Moving To Destiny
I've always had that lame problem, it's like Lady Luck not only laughs at me from a far, but she drives by me with her preppy, clique friends and splashes me with the mud of misfortune, then when I scream at her to watch where the hell she's fucking driving, she tosses her hair and calls her football playing friends to come at me with wooden bats until blood drips from my pores.
If you don't get it, my luck is S-H-I-T.
Okay, take the time that every single toilet in the girl's bathroom exploded, and that was 10 seconds AFTER I walked into the bathroom, but not only did my eardrums practically explode, but I got in so much trouble, I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO MAKE A TOILET EXPLODE!
Or the time I HAPPENED to walk in on my mom making out with some random stranger. Ugh, nightmares for WEEKS after the divorce.
Oh, I have the BEST idea! Every year, when you first go to middle school, the 8th graders randomly pick a name of someone in the school to be slammed for the year. Then everyone (except for the victim) gets an email telling you who you beat upon for the year.
Guess who got picked?
I split my lip open and got blood all over this one chick while I was staggering to the nurse, unfortunately she screamed shit about being attacked, next thing I know I'm in the principal's office, listening to that bastard tell me, no, they will not give a blood test to prove it's my blood all over her shirt, and no, nobody's getting in trouble for splitting my lip because it was done out of self-defense.
Yeah whatever, I spent probably half my life friendless (or at least half of my school life), it wasn't until Dad got creeped out about Mom trying to gain custody that he moved to a completely different town.
That was the start of my 8th grade year at a new school, new town, new house, damn, Dad got so paranoid he even gave all my clothes to charity and bought me a whole new wardrobe of new and expensive stuff.
I think the only GOOD thing is that my Dad has a good job, lots of money, and one kid.
Well, Dad's good job keeps him out at late hours, I'm scared to death of kidnappers and I get pretty lonely without a little sister's hair to braid.
I stood outside of my new school, the words 'Destiny Junior High' towered above me.
Obviously whoever named this school had NO imagination, I live on Destiny Islands, come on, Destiny Junior High?
Lame. Uber Lame.
I walked inside with caution, never letting my guard down; I walked toward my locker, eyes sweeping the premises, awaiting my demise.
I sorted people into groups, the smart kids, the preppies, and others.
Lot's of people fell into the 'other' category so I gave up after about 3 steps.
Oh, and then I walked into a wall, fell over and dropped my stuff all around me.
I sighed, ignoring the laughs and picked up my stuff and stood up, then I realized nobody was laughing, because nobody knew I fell over.
I shrugged, what ever, the less the merrier.
I walked into my first class with the amazing record of asking only 5 people directions, hooray!
So I walked in about around the time the bell rang, about to take a seat, but then realized, I'm a new student, aren't I supposed to wait?
So I just kinda stood there, waiting for the teacher to introduce me to my new science class and lab partner.
I can't wait to go home
"Class this is, ummm…..you know what? Why don't you introduce yourself to the class!" the teacher stumbled over my 'extreme' beau….HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!
Okay, sorry, I couldn't say that with a straight face, yeah, about that teacher, I think he's stupid or something, no problem.
"Go ahead and tell the class about yourself."
I blinked, "Um, hi? I'm Kaze Waters."
I heard someone mumble "I wonder why?" and giggles burst out from around the class.
"Why don't you tell us a little about yourself, Kaze?"
"Umm…my parents are divorced, and I moved because my parents are having custody problems, I have a horrible case of bad luck, so don't be surprised if I break several limbs this year. I'm half deaf, note the hearing aid. My ear was damaged in a car accident, oh, and I like to paint, sing and other artsy crap. Any questions?"
I don't really know what I was doing, I just kind of talked without thinking, but it sure was fun!
Almost everyone raised their hand, a lot more than I expected.
I pointed to a guy with brown, straight hair in the front, "You."
"When did you move?"
"Yesterday, okay, now you!"
This time I pointed at a girl with blond hair.
"Are you rich? Cause you're like, totally on top of ALL the latest fads!"
"I'll have to answer your question with another. Do you mind if I don't answer that? Now you."
A guy with black hair is time, "What's with your hair?"
I patted my short, layered blue locks, "You don't like it? I got my name for it you know; it's completely natural, except for the haircut."
I pointed at someone else, not bothering to look anymore. "Can I try on your hearing aid?"
I shook my head, and half the class put down their hands. I pointed at another kid, this one was pretty cute, he had long white/silver hair.
"Does being half-deaf possibly effect your balance? Or do you just have the supernatural ability to walk into walls without knowing it?"
"Does being a jerk possibly affect the amount of friends you have? Or are you alone in the world? You."
This was another guy, "Do you need someone to show you around?"
I shook my head, "Nope."
I heard groans and everyone else put down their hand, except one person, a girl with red hair.
"You, the one with red hair."
"If you could have huge angel wings, what color would they be?"
"Um, same color as my hair."
"Oh, what does your name mean?"
"Wind."
"Okay Kaze, please take a seat next to Riku, Riku, raise your hand."
The asshole that commented on my hearing raised his hand; obviously the teacher didn't hear the introduction, whatever.
I took a seat next to him, and he blew into the hearing aid, making it go all screwy with static. I wanted to tell him off, but I remembered the last time I ever did that to someone and backed off.
I just reached up and took it out and set it on the desk in front of me. I was actually doing an okay job, until he poked me, and I had crappy balance, so naturally…
'THUNK'
Well, there goes my head.
Everyone in the class shut up and leaned over to stare at me.
I groaned and got up, Riku pulled me into my chair (much to my surprise) and everyone kept whispering, "What happened?" and "Is she okay?"
I popped my aid back in,
"I'm okay", I said loudly, "I just took out my hearing aid to turn it down and lost my balance, if you happen to find it please give it back."
They laughed and the teacher continued with the lesson, about three seconds later I felt a cool breeze, and heard more static.
I sighed, this is gonna be a LONG lecture.
I walked out of the front doors after school, still humming the songs from choir. I found a stick lying on the ground. I picked it up and swung it around, trying to remember what I was last thinking about.
I shrugged, I have a problem with blanking out, it's a habit. For some reason as I swung around the stick I remembered my karate lessons. I was almost a black belt, but then we moved and they don't have lessons here. I sighed, I wish something exciting would happen, this is a pretty lame island.
I turned a corner and heard the voice of a girl in my chorus yell "Just leave us alone!"
It came from an alleyway.
Dude! What's up with bad things and alleyways? Seriously!
I ran forward, and turned the corner without really thinking things through.
Okay, you see THIS is the reason I get myself in so much trouble. Oh well, what's done is done.
I saw some high school kids (?) beating upon that one girl (Kairi? Was it?), Riku and their friend (who happened to be another guy).
Riku was shoved against a wall by one and being punched in the stomach while the other guy was in a brutal headlock, Kairi (?) was on the ground.
"We need to pay you little punks back for Halloween!"
"You're the ones who sprayed us with a fire extinguisher!"
"You're the ones who called the fuzz!"
I didn't think things through (again) and next thing I knew I had smashed the stick on one of their heads.
The same thug grabbed my arm and held it above my head.
"What the hell is THIS?"
"I don't know, what is this?" I said sarcastically, slamming my knee into his groin.
He doubled over in pain and I brought my elbow down on his head, not karate, more street skills.
He collapsed and I jumped onto the dumpster and picked up a PVC pipe.
Wait, were did that come from?
I didn't know what I was doing until I found myself on the ground, with a fist flinging into my face.
My eyes watered and my brain comprehended pain, I staggered back and shook my head, feeling drops of blood slide off my face from my now bloody nose.
My sight cleared and I saw the kid laughing at me. I clenched my teeth and fists, I struck him as hard as I could, right into the stomach.
I picked up the PVC pipe and hit the back of his neck.
"I hope you DIE asshole!" I mumbled, then glared at the remaining guy holding what's-his-face in a headlock.
I pointed to the street, "Leave, now." I said in a deadly calm voice, ignoring the blood dripping onto my shoes.
He let go of the kid, who dropped to the ground gasping for air, and slowly, without his eyes leaving mine, the teen edged out of the alleyway, then ran like shit.
I sighed, brought a hand to my nose, then walked out of the alleyway and toward my home.
I was almost to the gate when I heard a familiar voice yell "Hey wait up!"
I stopped, not bothering to look back at Riku.
I gasped as I felt a bunch of soft tissues shoved under my nose and a hand rest on my back, I felt myself being led down the steps and across the street into an unfamiliar house. My hands were washed and the blood washed from my face, the nosebleed over.
I was pushed into a chair and a glass of water was set in front of me.
"My Dad won't be home for a while, you can stay here for the time being, can you help me with this cut? I can't reach it." I nodded and Riku tossed the bloody tissues in the sink and rooted through a cupboard for something. "Go ahead and drink, I didn't poison it, YASHI!" he suddenly called, pulling a matchbook for the cupboard.
He lit one and dropped it in the sink, then turned on the water and washed away the ashes. "YASHI I NEED THE FIRST AID KIT!"
A voice from upstairs responded, "What for?"
"MY FRIEND!"
I heard footsteps come down the steps and a silver haired girl about 12 walked in. "Did you and Sora get in a fight...?" she trailed off when she saw me, "Hello Riku's 'friend', OHMYFUCKINGGOD! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU!" She screamed, pointed at Riku.
He had taken off his shirt and he had his back to us because he was soaking the shirt in water (I think to remove the blood), his back was scratched up, it looked almost like he was whipped by a knife, and there was a small stream of blood trailing down his back.
"I'm not going to ask, here's the first aid kit. By the way, let me get Shima, she's gonna freak out."
Riku rolled his eyes, "Sure, traumatize the 5 year old."
Yashi turned to me and passed me a box with the words 'First Aid' in block letters.
Riku sat down and I opened the box and got to work, seeing as my dad was paranoid that I'd someday get horribly injured he had me take a first aid course (and with my kind of luck that was VERY likely), so I kinda knew what I was doing.
I brushed my fingers against one of the sores and he flinched and inhaled sharply. I put some cream on it and covered it.
"Dude, what happened?" Yashi asked again as Riku pulled on his shirt. "Nothing." He mumbled. I stood up packed away the kit.
"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" Riku and Yashi asked at the same time.
"Home, Dad's gonna be home soon, thanks for the help." I left the house before anything bad happened, like maybe the house explodes (it's possible).
I walked across and opened the door, after 3 tries, then only tripped 4 times, but made it to the table and did the homework three times (once I did the wrong page, then the wrong problems). After putting it on the counter and ran upstairs (tripping 3 times again) to my room. I hopped onto the computer and checked my email.
'You have 15 messages'
Okay, 5 from Mom, DELETED.
10 from random kids at my old school, okay, let's read them.
Message 1:
Dear Klutz, Where the hell are you? You think you can just ditch school 'cause you're rich? GIVE ME THAT 10 DOLLARS INSURANCE! –Rick
Rick, the biggest bully, I had to pay him 10 bucks every week and he wouldn't beat me up.
Well, not smart but…
Dear Asshole, I hate you, fuck you, get your own damn money. –'Klutz' (P.S. I moved far, far away, and I'm swimming in the money I don't have to pay you)
I love my life (sometimes), it's fun being able to do that. I skimmed through the other chapters, trying to see if it was anything BESIDES threats for money, the messages ranged from 'you have forgotten to pay me that 50 bucks', to 'hey lend a brutha a dollar'.
I sighed and put my feet up on the desk.
My perfectly white shoes were splattered with blood.
I screamed, ran into the kitchen, threw all my bloody clothes into the sink, added some cold water, then separated the colors and whites.
I threw crap loads of bleach into one, and ammonia into the other, than more water.
While it was soaking I realized something wasn't right.
I actually did that perfectly.
I looked in the sink, yep, the whites were bleached, the colors ammonia-ed (?).
Maybe my luck's beginning to change.
Yeah, when I get big creepy angel wings the color of my hair!
There's the story peoples, (I bet you can tell what's gonna happen)
Oh, the random question from the scarlet haired girl is completely normal.
Once I was new to school and someone asked me that, oh, and if I had a boyfriend.
