drop a rose…chapter one.
"When fear cripples you,
When death's dark shadow surrounds you,
Drop a rose;
It will help you…stay alive"
--Stay Alive
I shook my head at the small, half-sized survey sheet. It had all those typical questions; like "How do you like this school?" and blah blah blah. The only problem was the last question. It asked.
Finally, please state, which race you, are.
a) Vrykolakas
b) Lycanthropes
c) Fariee (i.e—Alp)
d) Demon
I took a deep breath and wrote. None of the above. Human. After writing the answer that I almost had to every day now, I grabbed my bag, put it on the teacher's desk and walked out.
It sucked to be:
a) Someone different (remember—We're all in this together…)
b) A stinking human.
Now, if that was on the survey, I could circle B. See, this… change happened while I away. Let me tell this from the beginning.
"Excuse me, Miss?" The flight attendant asked. I lowered my book---The Secret Life of J. Edger Hoover and raised an eyebrow; a glare was streaked across my eyes.
"Yes?" I replied. I was itching to get home.
"Could you please put your tray in the upright position?" My eye twitched. The nerve of her! I ought to report her!!
"Of course." I murmured a smile placed upon my cherry lips. I know I'm hot.
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Blood was rushing to my brain, as I hung my head upside-down to watch Odd Parents. You might not know this, but it's all the rage in Europe (even if I don't know what they're saying) right now.
"I just want to scratch my butt without being judged!!" Aw, good ol' Cosmo. Reminds me of my favorite real-life dum-dum, Snoozles.
HEY—hold on! Weren't the infamous duo, Snoozles and Sugarqueen supposed to pick me up?!
Jumping up, my eyes narrowed at Chumpy, my green sidekick. "Chumpy!" I pointed an accused finger at the criminal. "I knew it!" I hissed. "You're just like Dobby!!! Hand over the phone calls." Being my best friends, I knew they wouldn't call on purpose. Hell, two years ago (the last time I was here), Snoozles never left my side.
Chumpy kept mum. That ass.
Although Sugarqueen was old fashioned—TO THE WALL PHONE!! Before leaving I grabbed my impromptu cape (red leather) and ran down the stairs and skidded into the living room.
Mom was on the couch macerating something with black and red; Dad was reading the Wall Street Journal. "Hello Toph. What brings you down here?" Like every other family in this Stepford town, I wasn't close to my parents.
"Did Suga—Katara call?" My mother flashed a concerned glance to Dad but smiled brightly at me.
"No. You know what? Why don't I drive to you to Riverdale Mall, later?" I stared, gaping.
--For reasons classified, the towns will hold comic book names.
Thank you and let's return to the story--.
Riverdale Mall was the classic badass mall. With stores like Rave, Spencer's and Vans Store, my mother (a lady of grace) would never set eyes on it. "Um, I think I'll just go watch TV."
"Remember Tophie, you have school in the morning, stay up late." Dad said before I walked slowly, blinking—every blink was my confusion of my parents' attitude towards me.
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STEPFORD INTERACIAL HIGH SCHOOL
… Why did they change the school's name? Before it was Stepford High School. Why the added word? We were, by far the most, the top mixed school in the country.
Walking in, I gasped. One side, the right side of the hall had spider décor and the lockers were made to look like coffins. The left side was the same as before but there were a lot of full moons and animal pictures.
Moving on, beyond the glass doors, there were more lockers. And they were different. Once again the ones on the right side were dark and images of hell was plastered everywhere. The left side was the total opposite. It looked like Tinkerbell had been the interior decorator or something.
I was late, like 2 periods late, so I had the pleasure of getting the secretary to shoot me glares. I shrugged and was directed into the headmaster's office. Biting my lip, thinking it was Hitler wannabe I opened the door.
The smell of green tea entered my nose and I grinned. "IROH!" I pratically screamed.
"Toph," The old man—who by all means is the real Master Spliter—embraced me as I hugged him back.
Finally a warm friend's face.
If only I knew what he was going to say next.
END OF CHAPTER UNO
InnerSakura14: I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The writing block has risen. PRAISE THE AVATAR!!!!!!
I owe an explaintion, don't I? Well finals and a Euro trip, then horseback riding lessons, True Blood (where this spans from) and babysitting. The missing stories are lost in an abyss—meaning I have no idea what happened. My guess was my five-year-old cousin and an account left open…
Though, let us, you and me: the authoress and fans, start anew.
Bows head.
I am deepy sorry. Please forgive me. Going back to old days…
Vitrual Cookie to the person who guesses the VILLIAN!!!!
See ya soon; is14
DISCLAMER: I do not, in any way shape or form own: ATLA; Tru Blood; High School Musical; The Girl's Guide To Vampires; The Fairy OddParents(even if I really want Poof for a son...)