Okay, this is my first story. So, I like the name Olivia a lot, and I was talking to my friends mother, and she said that a good last name is McGuinn. So I shortened the name to Guinn.' Enough back story, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho and I only own the plot!!!!
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From a glance by a casual observer, Olivia Guinn would not be the first person you'd think would be unusual. In fact, she looked more like a person to fade back into the shadows than walk out into the light.
But on the inside, she was a complex maze of personality. She was smart, but modest. Calling herself stupid when in fact she was the opposite. She could be warm and kind, and tried to be everyone's friend, but she could also get angry easily (Although she concealed this for a long time) and have long, overly dramatic debates with her young, immature peers.
No one, it seemed, liked to take the girl seriously. She would stamp and yell and try to get her point across, but no one would listen. Perhaps because she was more or less, fat. She was tall with full hips and a full chest, but an unhealthy 160 pounds. This was accompanied by frizzy, curly brown hair and skin that ranged every where from white-pink, to tannish.
But Olivia was happy. She had her friends, and she had her parents. No, her life was not overly happy, filled with puppy dogs and butterflies. Nor was it sad and angsty. She has her woes, and she has her moments. But her parents never died in a house fire, but she did not land in a pile of money and popularity. She is herself.
Now, the background, which I am very sure you're tired of now, is over. I can begin this story. But I warn you, if you want a gushy and overly sweet romance, do not look here. Here you will find why no man should marry or love anyone for beauty alone.
Swore Olivia harshly as she walked down her driveway, heavily weighted on one side due to her saxophone, It's already 6:55.
Looking to the gray cloudy sky with a heavy and angry sigh, the girl kept walking on. The trees that framed each side of her gate loomed out from the fog, their long branches scraping the very tops of the metal gate.
Groaning and mumbling about wanting to be asleep, Olivia pushed open one side of the gate and walked out, not bothering in the slightest to close it.
The bus stop was her neighbors drive way, about twenty feet from her own. Over dewy grass and small stone and one last jump over the ditch, and she was there.
Setting down both her saxophone case and her backpack, Olivia slouched over, wiping her brow and drawing breath. It was going to be another long day of people. More people got in her face about her binders John Kerry sticker, more called her saxophone old and smelly, more girls were asking her crush out.
She just wanted everyone to leave her and her crush (And friend) alone.
The sound of a school buses brakes screeching forced Olivia to pick up her bag and sax case. She trudged along in front of the yellow wire that also sprung out of the buses front. She turned and boarded the bus, picking a seat close to the emergency door.
The rest of the bus ride was not memorable, except that one kid from 8'th grade band dropped his trumpet case and the driver yelled at him at the top of her lungs. After getting off the bus, Olivia walked down the sidewalk with her close friend, Brodi Albertson.
So, are you going to play the bari sax, Liv? Asked Brodi.
Answered Olivia, looking to her companions tenor in its case.
Well, I hear that no one else wants to play it. I think the teacher might make you play it.Hey, I'm having enough problems playing the alto. Said Olivia, looking back ahead.
I was just saying!! Brodi half yelled. But then he smiled slightly, and turned to the band room. Olivia followed him
That school day was long and tedious. Math was math, science was science, reading was reading, and lunch was lunch.
But band was fun.
Olivia played her alto saxophone to the best of her ability. She even performed the song for the class. Being the only person with an alto saxophone made her feel special.
Olivia, are you going to the dance on the 15'th? Asked Elizabeth, a clarinet played as she cleaned out the inside of her instrument.
Yeah. I think I might ask.... Da guy' to go with me, too. Answered Olivia as she closed her case.
I'm gonna ask one out too. Asked Olivia, standing up.
.... No way I'm telling you. Elizabeth went slightly red from the question and went back to her instrument.
Another day was done. The bell rang and the drummers, then the flutes, then the trumpets and trombones, then the clarinets and saxophones filed out the door. Brodi was ahead talking to his friend, while Olivia stopped and bent over to tie her shoe.
All around her, 8'th graders walked to get to the buses, chatting happily. She knew she had to get to the bus soon. But the lace of her shoe would not stay tied. Again, Olivia tugged at her lace and retied it.
It was good. With no one around, Olivia knew that the buses would soon be leaving. She'd have to run, and run quickly.
But in her effort to pick up her saxophone, she failed to notice the column supporting the roof that she was walking towards.
She didn't even have a chance to blink.
Said the girl faintly as she rubbed the front of her head, then her back,
Walking into a pole was one thing, but blacking out and falling was another. Who knew how long she'd been like this? The buses had probably all gone home by now. She'd either have to find a teacher or a phone, or walk home. Without opening her eyes, Olivia reached over to try and find her saxophone.
It's rough case touched her hand. She groped for the handle, but could not find it. The girl rolled over and at last found the handle.
Wait a second.... Thought Olivia blankly. The ground was... soft and wet... Like grass....
But she should be on concrete. She should be laying on concrete.
Opening one eye carefully, she saw why she was confused.
Olivia was lying on wet grass. The grass was faintly yellow, but still soft and lush. Olivia looked up, she was surrounded by trees and plant-life. The sound of a drip-drip-drip could be heard. Maybe this place had just had a rainstorm....
Focus, stupid, focus. Thought the girl angrily. Okay, so I am not a school. Not at school....
So where the hell am I?
Olivia set her hand on her saxophone case and slung her backpack onto her back farther. She breathed calmly, to keep the rising panic down in her chest.
A crack, a snap, the breaking of a twig. This made the hair on the back of Olivias neck stand up strait.
She didn't think. She didn't even know where she was. No longer was her shoe slightly loose or her backpack too heavy.
She ran.
Sloppily picking her self up from the ground and tripping once or twice before at last picking up a steady pace. Her backpack thudded heavily against her back and shoulders, but she kept running.
Whatever Olivia heard, it decided to follow her. Even through the noisy breaking of branches to get away, Olivia could hear something distant, but it was getting louder.
Thud Thud
The shoe that could not be tied finally came off. The lace caught on a branch.
Swearing, Olivia turned and tried to yank her shoe out of its' prison. The shoe only came off, and with whatever was shadowing her came closer, the girl just ran.
Wait a minuet... Thought the girl, Okay, to hell with the backpack and sax. If I can just get away....
Olivia tossed the saxophone behind her and dumped the backpack. Leaping over a log, she glanced back. Something screamed with delight.
Delight of a hunt.
At last, Olivia turned sharply to the left and kept running as fast as she could. An acute rock then pierced through her sock and her skin.
Didn't I promise myself if I found myself like this, I'd stand?
The thing was closing in, smelling blood.
What am I going to do?
The chaser grabbed a fallen log and hurled it in front of the girl. The trees that she was about to cross under snapped and collapsed with a deafening crack.
No where to run...
Olivia turned to her attacker. And boy, she wished she hadn't done that.
What ever was following her was big, ugly, and smelly. It had pus yellow skin and bulging mucus green eyes, and it smelt of rotted meat. Another thing the girl noticed is that it was VERY tall.
It said, questioning something, Now what is a human girl doing in the forest?I dunno. I wanted you to answer that. Answered Olivia, trembling.
Now... The only real question is should I eat you now, or play with you for a bit.Sorry, bub. But I ain't goin' down yet. I still got my life to live.I'm still going to... A moment of silence, EAT YOU!!!
The creature lunged at Olivia. The girl screamed, and ducked. She almost expected the thing to fall down on top of her, but what ever it was gave a gurgled cry.
Looking up through her fingers, she was suprised to see the creature hanging in midair, tree branches woven around its' body.
I... forgot.... The creature looked at Olivia, and made one last futile grab at her.
The branches squeezed the thing. It gave a loud, wailing cry then fell silent with a crunch of bones.
Olivia just sat there for a moment, looking wideyed at the trees and the creature. At last, she sighed then stood and carefully walked out from her position.
She swallowed. Where was she?
A few hours of wandering did little or nothing to get her anywhere.
Retracing her steps, Olivia found her instrument and book bag. Picking these up, she kept walking.
The sky was beginning to get dark, and screams and cries of far off animals were growing more frequent.
At last, dead tired and thirsty, Olivia collapsed in a small clearing near the base of a high sheer cliff that rose up into the sky.
Laying her head against her backpack and her saxophone case against her back, Olivia curled up into the fetal position.
Two large tears streaked down her cheek.
I wanna go home....
The girl was about to fall asleep when she noticed a smell. It was strong, but calming and lovely.
Sitting up, Olivia looked about. By the light of the fading moon, she could see a single bush about ten feet away from her.
A light seemed to be shining down on it, and as she dried tears and looked more carefully, Olivia could see it was a single rose.
How a rose could smell so sweet from far away was beyond her. But, even though she was in this strange world, Olivia stood and was possessed by curiosity of this single, beautiful flower.
Slowly walking foreword, Olivia could see that the rose was not white, nor red, nor yellow. It was black with highlights of red along the edges of its petals.
Now only a few paces from the flower, Olivia was overcome with a desire to touch it.
Touch my silken petals, smell my fragrance. Something said in her mind. It soothed her, its voice was calming and gentle.
Reaching out her right hand, Olivia was about the feel a single petal when a branching stem of the plant suddenly grew out.
It grasped Olivias forearm and held it tightly, the thorns piercing her skin and muscle.
Jumping back from suprise, the thorns only dug in quicker and held the girl in place.
The flower seemed to exude even more of the calm scent. The voice in the back of Olivias' mind told her soft things, made her forget the pain in her arm.
Just fall asleep... cooed the voice.
Stay.... awake.... Must.... stay.... Olivia mumbled, her eyes drooping.
Bound by a branch of death, suspended in a state of mind by a demon flower, Olivia Guinn fell into sleep.
The end of my first chappy, I am accomplished!!!! Sorry if Olivia was a Mary-sue, it will get better and soon.