Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
I was asked by a friend to write a 'number fic'. I didn't know what this was, until she told me it was when a fic has a number and everything must be that number. So I chose seven. I have seven chapters, seven days to upload (this fic will be completed by Sunday) and this fic must be 7000 words.
This fic is about the main trio's friendship throughout the years. From the start until the finish. I was going to end it with their death, but that was cruel, it has a much more fairy-tale happy ending with my own surprise twist. Ok, not super happy ending. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS IS A FRIENDSHIP FIC! P! MINOR WESSA AND JESSA AND HERONSTAIRS, BUT FRIENDSHIP IS THE MAIN FOCUS OF THIS FIC!
Ok, let's start!
Seven years old.
Young Tessa Gray pulled nervously at the hem of her sweater as her aunt Harriet handed Tessa her lunchbox- which was far too girly for her taste. Tessa frowned again at it, pouting in the way children do. She hated kittens and no matter how many bows they are wearing, she would always hate them. Now was no exception.
"Now Tessa." Her aunt said, cupping Tessa's delicate face in her hands. "Don't look like that, it's your first day of school in England! Surely you should be excited?"
Tessa's frown immediately lifted, turning into a happy (and impatient) grin.
Harriet laughed at her expression. "Go and play with those other girls, Tessie." She said, gesturing to two girls skipping in the yard.
Tessa nodded happily and walked with a spring in her step toward the playground.
The two girls turned around, stopping skipping when they saw Tessa. Tessa opened her mouth at one of them- the girl looked like the princess' Tessa had read about in her fairy tale books. Her hair was long, thick, curly and blond, and her eyes were a deep chocolate brown. Her lips were pointy and pink, her cheeks rosy red from the cold, and she seemed to give of an air of delicacy.
Her companion wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as the blond girl, but she was very pretty. Her hair was a sandy colour and was thick and long like the blond girl's. Her eyes were a vibrant green, and she too gave off a delicate aura.
But their bright eyes dulled and were filled with disgust when they laid eyes on Tessa, who, scared, changed her course of path and set off across the yard again, closer to the school.
That was when it hit her. It wasn't a particularly hard hit, but it was enough to make Tessa fall.
She looked down at her hands, which she had stuck out to break her fall. They were grazed and red, with the small stones stuck on her palm, which she brushed off.
"Will!" Came a voice, as a hand was extended in front of her to help her up.
Tessa looked up, and saw silver eyes staring back at her, filled with concern.
Tessa opened her mouth slightly when she saw all of the boy, who was seemingly her age. He was silver, so silver, his eyes and hair shining brightly, even his skin seemed to give off a glow.
He smiled at her, and Tessa suddenly realised she had been staring, and quickly accepted the hand to help her up, which was surprisingly strong for a seven year old.
His smile never wavered as he let go of her hand. "Are you alright?" He asked her in a caring manner.
Tessa nodded as she looked down at her knees and saw the angry red colour and the blood coming out of them. Her nod quickly changed to a shake and her lip trembled. Tessa couldn't stand the sight of blood.
But she would not cry.
Tessa didn't cry in front of strangers.
The silvery boys smile quickly turning into a frown as he saw her knees. "Will! You hurt her!" He exclaimed to the boy beside them that Tessa hadn't even noticed, though when she saw him she was surprised she hadn't.
He was as tall as the silver boy, though that was where the similarities stopped. His eyes were a deep blue, the colour of the ocean Tessa had flown across on her way to Britain. His skin, although pale, had the remains of a summer tan. He was currently smirking.
"It wasn't my fault." The boy who must be Will said. "She was in the way of the goal." He looked to Tessa, his eyes strangely observant for a young boy (for he looked to be about Tessa's age too). "You were in the way of the goal." He told her, his smirk replaced with a frown and a pout.
"Will!" The boy said. "You're meant to say sorry."
"What for?" Will said adamantly. "I'd already thrown the ball."
"You threw it at her on purpose." The silver haired boy corrected with a shake of his head. "On purpose, Will."
Will simply smirked. "If you say so, Jem." He said with a shrug.
Jem? Tessa thought. That can't be his name, can it?
The silver boy looked to her, before smiling and looking back to Will.
Tessa blushed slightly, it appeared she had spoken out loud.
"You should take her to reception." Jem said firmly to Will. "And then you can tell the lady it was your fault she's hurt."
"You should take her to reception." Will argued. "It was her fault for being in the goal and you're the caring one."
Jem gave his friend a stern look, but Will just turned and walked away to the other boys.
Jem gave a sigh. "I'm really sorry about him. He is so horrible sometimes." He told her, his bright eyes sympathetic. Tessa smiled at the deep concern for her in his words.
* "It's fine." She confessed. "But can you take me to reception? I don't know where it is, I'm new."
He gave a bright smile. "Of course I will! I know how horrible it is to be knew, I was the new person last year." He said happily as they walked to reception. "I'm Jem, by the way. My full name's James Carstairs."
Tessa gave a giggle at his bright expression. "I'm Theresa Gray, but I like Tessa." They walked a bit more, before Tessa's mind accidently let slip a question. "Jem, are we friends?"
His bright smile widened. "Yes! If you want to be."
Tessa laughed again. "Let's be friends." She agreed.*
From the first * to the second, that was the story of mine and Alex (the girl who suggested the idea)'s friendship. I was Tessa and she was Jem… except… she was a girl. So yeah!
