A/N: I edited and made some revisions to this chapter. It was a bit stiff and choppy, since it's my first time in years writing something other that's not academic in nature. The other chapters are much better, but I'll be going through and editing those as well.
—beanie
Chapter One: Brazen
Two, four, six, eight...twenty, twenty-two, twenty-three. Twenty-three students plus myself makes twenty-four. An even number is always a good sign. The young teen briefly glances down, giving her outfit a quick once over before returning her gaze towards the room of students. A slight grin appeared across her lips; Korra was pleased with herself for deciding to wear her lucky aqua tank top and faded khaki cargo pants complete with classic converses. She also decided that her new bobbed hair cut wasn't too bad, either. It's going to be a good day. Now, I just have to get past the first day as the new kid. At least I'm transferring in as a sophomore and not a freshman. Korra cooly tucks a stray hair behind her ear as she, again, scans the small room of attentive eyes that have been commanded up front. She casually glances up to the olive skinned woman warmly introducing her to the class. This woman isn't much taller than me, Korra thought, maybe an inch and a half give or take. The woman had long auburn hair conveniently pulled back into braided ponytail that hung down to her waist.
"Class I'd like you join me in welcoming…"
She seems pretty friendly, but why does she look so...sad? Korra thought noticing that her youthful bright eyes carried a tinge of sorrow to them. The young teen nonchalantly eyed the woman's sculpted shoulders and petite round breasts. She is very pretty, though; if I remember correctly, I think she said her name was Ms... Castillo? Yeah, Castillo. Korra began to waver slightly as her focus drifted to that beyond the class. She was suddenly brought back by a familiar pang of annoyance as she dully rolled her eyes.
"It's Armaruq not armruck," she inadvertently blurted out. Shit why do I always do that? The blue eyed teen silently cursed herself.
"My apologies," Ms. Castillo whispered sincerely before continuing, "Class, please join me in welcoming Korra-" she glanced over at Korra giving her a quick wink, "-Armaruq to our class. Korra could you please tell us a few things about yourself?" Her warm smile and shimmering sandy brown eyes pierced Korra's soul as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck.
"A-As Ms. Castillo said, I'm Korra Armaruq. I'm 15 years old. I'm from the Southern Water Tribe and I'm staying here with my Aunt Kya. It's nice to meet you." Korra nervously waved with a coerced smile pasted across her lips. Ms. Castillo placed a reassuring hand on Korra's shoulder and gestured her towards the back of the room.
"Korra, why don't have seat next to Jinora in the back? Jinora, as class president, I'd like you to help Korra get settled in here at Republic City High."
"I'd be glad to, Ms. Castillo." Jinora gave a friendly wave and flashed a small yet genuine smile. The blue eyed teen slid into the old khaki desk and placed her backpack on the floor leaning against her chair. She glanced over to Jinoa who again gave her a polite smile which she reciprocated with an awkward grin. Jinora silently chuckled to herself before turning back to her textbook. I guess this place won't be that bad after all. Korra thought with a slight smile. About ten minutes into the lecture on the Founding Fathers of Republic City, Korra notices a note has been tossed on her desk; she glances up and notices it's from Jinora. I wonder what she wants:
Hey Korra, I don't want to freak you out, but there has been reports of some creepy old dude stalking people in a mask. This city is a pretty great place, but not everyone has good intentions. Be careful out here. -J
The blue eyed teen gave Jinora a 'damn, forreal' look, before scribbling her response and flicking the note on Jinora's desk:
Seriously? But, you don't have to worry about me though. If I'm good at anything, it's defending myself. -K
Jinora was in the midst of neatly writing a response, when Ms. Castillo swiped the note from under her nose. Rather than reprimanding them in front of the class, she simply slipped the paper in her pocket and continued teaching. Korra and the class rep shot each other a quick look, before redirecting their attention to the lecture. After class Korra attempted to make a beeline for the hall only to be stopped in her tracks by a crisp tone, "Ms. Armaruq," the blue eyed teen turned to see Ms. Castillo sitting on her desk with her arms loosely crossed, "a moment of your time please."
"Of course," Korra choked. The young teen noticed the class rep trying to speed-walk past her towards the door.
"A moment of your time as well, Ms. Cheng," she cleared her throat.
"Ms. Castillo," Jinora spun around to face her instructor, "I was simply trying to inform Korra of the stalker that has been lurking around Republic City! Since she's new here, I didn't think anyone told her." The class rep hung her head in shame awaiting her sentence, while Korra awkwardly leaned against the back of the door trying to look as innocent as possible.
Ms. Castillo let out a huge sigh before a sincere smile appeared across her full lips, "I understand. Since Korra isn't a local, I bet she doesn't know about the man that has been prowling the streets as of late. That was very kind of you, Jinora, but next time discuss that kind of stuff outside of class, yeah? And Ms. Armaruq?"
Korra awkwardly sat up, "Yes, ma'am?"
"Be careful. And, no more passing notes in my class, hmm?"
"Yeah-yes, ma'am. Of course. My bad, er, sorry." Korra nervously chuckled as she began rubbing the back of her neck. Noticing the awkward exchange, Jinora cocked an eyebrow before smiling inwardly. Once dismissed, the class rep and the young Water Tribe native entered the hallway. Jinora playfully slapped Korra's shoulder with hand, and Korra smiled at her in surprise.
"What?"
"Korra, you have a crush on Ms. Castillo, don't you?" a sly grin appeared across the class rep's lips.
The blood flushed from Korra's face as her tongue suddenly became heavy, "Wha- a cru-pssh, no! I-fuck. Shut up, man."
"Hey, no need to be flustered," Jinora's grin widened, "If I was on the Kinsey Scale I'd be into her, too. She's hot." Korra's face flushed even further to the point where she believed she might get a nose bleed. Damn my budding sexuality. "Anyway, I have to get to class. I'll see you tomorrow, lover girl!" And with that, Jinora spun around in the opposite direction cutting through the crowd. As Korra turned around, her eyes widened. The halls seemed to be getting more and more congested with students, as the young teen awkwardly navigated through the crowd repeatedly apologizing to all the nameless faces she unintentionally collided shoulders with. Fuck, was it that obvious that I liked Ms. Castillo? I wonder if she figured it out? Ugh, I would just die. She started to feel overwhelmed as more students poured into the halls, when she suddenly tripped forward falling into the teenage girl in front of her.
"Woah! I am so sorry!" Korra exclaimed as she rushed forward to help the student up, before getting her hand violently slapped away.
"Don't fucking touch me!" the teen spat at Korra, glaring at her with piercing steele-green eyes.
"It was an accident," Korra sympathized her face still flushed from earlier, "I think I tripped over some kid's foot and landed into you-"
"You must have a death wish," the steely eyed teen barked, "do you know who I am?" A silence fell over the hall as scattered murmurs dulled down into whispers. The surrounding students formed a small opening around Korra as she reluctantly met eyes with her resentful adversary. What? Why the hell is she so angry? This doesn't make any sense at all-I just bumped into her! Korra let out a heavy sigh. "Did I fucking stutter?" the teen spat with an earthy tone, her eyes narrowing with ire.
Korra sighed again, before lazily scratching the outer rim of her ear with her pinky, "It's my first day here, so I don't know who you are," she breathed before inspecting her pinky for dirt and letting it drop to her side, "I'm Korra, though. It would have been nice to meet you, but whatever." Okay, I'm officially over this. Korra attempted to walk past her new adversary, when a stern hand was pressed firmly against her shoulder forcing her to stop in her tracks. The hot-headed teen was now inches from her face with a dark grin teasing her full lips. Chilled cerulean eyes met an ashen slatted glare cautioning her opponent to weigh her next move carefully, "this is my favorite top," Korra breathed sternly, not breaking eye contact with her opponent. She would actually be pretty cute if she wasn't such a steel-clad bitch, Korra thought as she noticed a beauty mark under her right eye and her remarkably flawless cinnamon complexion. It really is a shame.
The steele eyed teen removed her hand and stepped back with a smirk, revealing her pearly whites —Korra sighed in frustration, this pretty bitch—tossing back her arms innocently, "My apologies, let's just forget about all this; we cool?" Korra arched her brow in suspicion as the teen turned around to leave. Korra looked around confused, before following suit and turning to go in the opposite direction, as well. Maybe, I can take a different route to cl—. Before Korra could finish her thought she saw a flash of blinding white light as she stumbled backwards in pain holding the left side of her face. Her adversary had pretended to turn away, then turned back and sucker punched Korra in the face —a mistake Korra noted to never make again. Korra clenched her jaw as her eye pulsed with agony, she glared at her opponent with seething rage. I'm going to fucking destroy her. A thin smirk laced itself across the girl's lips as her eyes narrowed, "I'm Kuvira, by the way, and you need to learn your fucking place." Korra didn't move. Her breathing was slow and deliberate; now her adversary had her unwavering attention. Kuvira shifted forward as she threw another punch with her left arm. Without even thinking, Korra swiftly dodged the attack, and countered with a right hook and cross-jab. Everyone gasped in disbelief as Kuvira's body went limp and she fell to the floor with an animated thud. Still seething with rage, the young teen stood over her fallen adversary's body with silent conviction as she silently reveled in her victory.
"Fuck you." Korra breathed, as she noticed a stream of blood flowing from Kuvira's nose. Before Korra could come down from her sudden surge of adrenaline, she glanced up and saw mixed expressions of fear, amusement, and disinterest dawned on the countenances of fellow students before meeting with the eyes of what appeared to be a pissed off teacher. Korra reluctantly looked down, feeling her surge of adrenaline leak onto the floor in a puddle of regret. Fuck me.
"Come with me, student," the old man stated sternly, as he beckoned her with a brief nod of his head in the direction behind him. Korra's eyes remained downcast as she followed the old man down through the halls and to the shit-caked depths of hell—better known as the principal's office. I am so fucked. As she trudged through the halls, she felt intruding glares on every inch of her body, accompanied by hushed whispers and sullen murmurs.
"I heard she almost killed, Kuvira," a tiny voice whispered nervously to her classmate. Korra glanced over to the girl and cut her eyes in annoyance. Startled, the girl quickly averted her eyes, as her classmate gave her friend a concerned look. Great, now everyone's going to think I'm some sort of sociopath. Korra let out another heavy sigh as she followed the teacher into the main office.
"Have a seat," the old man rasped sternly while gesturing towards a row of old red chairs where two other students have already been sentenced. I guess this is the fucking holding block. Korra scoffed to herself as she rolled her her eyes and sighed before taking a seat a couple spaces away from the student closest to her. Wouldn't want them to think I'm going to kill them, too. Korra's head sunk into her hands as she leaned forward resting on her elbows; noticeably riden with despair. "Have fun with the other delinquents," the older man snorted before disappearing into a narrow hallway. Before Korra could even begin to process her brawl with Kuvira, the teenage boy sitting a couple seats down from her interrupted her thoughts.
"What the hell happened to you?" She slightly lifted her head to see a kid around her age with short black hair and bright mint green eyes riddled with curiosity. Nosy kid.. Korra thought to herself before slowly lowering her head back into her hands. Her eye was in so much pain; the last thing she wanted to do was converse with another person. Spirits, I miss Naga...
"Dude, leave her alone!" a raised whispered came from the other side of the nosy teen with a hushed tone, "Sorry about my brother; he doesn't know when to mind. His. Own. Business." It's clear that the last three words were directed towards his brother to emphasize his point. "Anyway, my name is Mako Nakamura, and this is my younger brother, Bolin." Korra finally lifted her head to see the Mako leaning forward giving her a friendly half smile. Although his tangerine eyes had a flicker of callous in them, Korra could see that both he and his brother shared the same kind eyes.
She returned his smile, "I'm Korra." She leaned back to briefly wipe her nose, before lazily crossing her arms.
"It's nice to meet you, Korra!" Bolin exclaimed, before flashing her a wide grin, "my brother and I are here, because we got in trouble for stealing fruit from the Snack Stand." Bolin said beaming with what Korra couldn't tell was pride or idiocy.
"No," Mako interjected, "you got caught stealing fruit from the Snack Stand. And it was old rotten-looking fruit. Who the hell would get caught stealing old rotten fruit? I told you that the good fruit was located in the back, but you never listen to me." Mako said with a huff, before leaning back in his chair and glaring ahead in frustration.
Bolin gave his brother an even wider grin and slammed his hand into Mako's shoulder, "That's totally my bad, bro! But, next time I'm sure I won't get caught." Bolin leaned into the side of his brother's face with a playful smile teasing the corners of his lips. Mako shrugged off his brother's hand and rolled his eyes. Bolin chuckled at his brother's antics, before facing Korra and continuing his introduction, "Anyway, my brother and I live above a gym in Republic City with our foster dad, Toza. We're originally from the Earth Kingdom, but after our mom-"
"Bolin. Seriously?" Mako said aggressively pushing Bolin's shoulder in acute frustration, "Why not give her our social security numbers while you're at it, buddy."
"Bro, relax. She doesn't seem to care, am I right?" Bolin stared at Korra with bright inquiring eyes.
Korr glanced from Mako to Bolin with a slatted expression, before lacklusterly stating, "I really don't care."
Bolin snapped towards Mako with a reassuring grin plastered across his lips, "See?" Mako rolled his eyes and sighed, sinking further into his seat.
Before Korra had to entertain the Nakamura brothers any longer she heard, "Korra Armruck" called from an older woman sitting behind the front desk located a few meters ahead of them. She inwardly rolled her eyes with annoyance. It's Armaruq. Fucking Armaruq. These people need to learn to read. Korra sighed again, before silently standing up and reaching down to grab her backpack.
"Good luck in there, Korra," Mako said as he glanced up with a gentle smile.
"Yeah, good luck! Hopefully we run into you again soon…" Bolin paused briefly glancing down as his words began trailing off, "Well, not meet here again soon, but somewhere else at school." He stated as he cheerfully extended his hand waiting for Korra to clasp it with hers. The young teen lifted her right hand revealing her bruised knuckles. Bolin dropped his hand and nervously chuckled with embarrassment. I guess he didn't expect that.
"It was nice meeting you guys, too," Korra said cooly, before heading down the narrow hallway.
Korra wasn't even half way down the hallway when she heard Bolin loudly whisper to Mako, "She's pretty cute, right?" A barely noticeable smile appeared on her lips as she walked further down the narrow passage. Mako and Bolin were outside of earshot, when Korra stopped in her tracks. Wait, why is the hell is this hallway so damn long? Korra flipped around in disbelief, quickly glancing behind her to see the opening she just left was undoubtedly much further away than it appeared. Noticing how the apt atmosphere corresponded seamlessly to her current dilemma, the azure teen noted the slight flickers of the fluorescent lighting that added yet another layer of inevitable doom. How did I end up so fucking lucky? Glancing forward, she realized the passage split into two seperate halls going opposite directions with a sign hanging in the center of the wall directly ahead:
Principal's Office
Guidance Counselor
Teacher's Lounge
Staff Area
I guess the old man headed to the lounge, she concluded as she headed towards the principal's office. Korra walked past the guidance counselor's office, and stopped in front of the chipped old wooden door with a crooked sign that read "Principal's Office."
"I guess this is it," she mumbled to herself before giving the door three quick knocks, "Um, this is Korra Armaruq, I was sent here by the old ma-er-teacher with the shaved head." Silence greeted her as she leaned her ear closer to the door awaiting a response. Korra held her breath with anticipation.
"You may enter, Korra." the voice registered from behind the door in a calm, yet, succinct tone. Korra wasted no time opening the door and quickly slid inside before quietly shutting it behind her with the back of her foot. "Please, have a seat," the man said gesturing to a chair. In front of Korra sat an older man who looked to be around his mid-50s. He had a shaved head, and deep cesious eyes that reminded her of a cool midwinter's day in the Southern Water Tribe. Although his eyes were resolute, they were also very warm and inviting. They somehow seemed very familiar to her; but, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Another distinguishable feature was his beard that happened to compliment his squared jaw before jutting out and meeting at a point. Korra didn't understand it at all, but she didn't feel doomed being in this man's presence; she actually felt pretty relaxed. Hm, weird. "Are you going to have a seat, or would you prefer to stand?" the man said again with a deliberate, yet, calm tone. Korra hadn't realized that she just stood there spacing out for what felt like an eternity.
"I'm so sorry, I guess I spaced." Korra said hurriedly before sliding into the cushioned, but firm wooden mahogany chair. She took a brief moment to scan the room. Nice digs; you wouldn't even guess this place was this nice by looking at the door. She glanced on the desk at the embossed nameplate: Tenzin Cheng. Tenzin? Why does that sound familiar? Tenzin cleared his throat regaining Korra's focus.
"So, I hear you've been having a rather...eventful first day with us," he opened, "I need you to understand that here at Republic City High we don't tolerate the kind of behavior you've been exhibiting-"
"Principal Cheng, I didn't start that fight! That Kuve-, no, that Kuvira started it. I was just trying to get to my class when-"
Tenzin calmly raised his right hand, silencing Korra, "I'm sure you have quite a riveting tale to share with me, indeed, but that doesn't dissolve the fact that you, Korra Armruck-"
"Armaruq."
"-deliberately went against this school's conduct policy, and after Mr. Baqri informed me that you were the assailing culprit-"
Korra interjected, " You mean that weird old guy with the shiny head and slanted eyebrows?," Tenzin cut his eyes in annoyance, "I told you that I didn't start that fight! It's not my fault that I know how to defend myself, and that person is just-just-fuck-I don't know! She is literally-literally the Bane of my existence. Like, I'm Batman and she's literally Bane, trying to fuck up my little city-"
Tenzin pressed his hands firmly on the desk before rising from his seat in protest, "STOP INTERRUPTING ME! First, that's a horrible analogy, and, second, because of you a girl is in the hospital, possibly with a concussion! You're behavior is inexcusable and unacceptable, Ms. Armruck-"
"Armaruq!"
"-I'm afraid I'm going to have to suspend y-"
Korra rose from her chair in defiance, matching her tone and volume with Tenzin's, "IN WHAT WORLD IS THAT EVEN FAI-"
Tenzin and Korra both snapped their attention in shock to the old wooden door slamming open to reveal the small frame of an out of breath Jinora, who looks like she just ran a marathon. "Dad," she wheezed, "Korra didn't start that fight I..I…" she leaned over in a huff trying to catch her breath, "I saw the whole thing! She's…ugh charlie horse" she grunted lunging forward to clench her side in pain. For the love of Otis Redding, woman, get it out! Korra stared at Jinora with a quizzical, yet, rather amused expression while watching Jinora wheeze her witness testimony. Wait... Dad?
"Jinora, how do you know this girl?" Tenzin inquired gesturing towards Korra, " And why are you breathing so heavily?"
Jinora walked towards her father's desk, stopping next to Korra, "She's in my first period class. Also I sprinted here all the way from the track, after sprinting to the track to notify my gym instructor that I was going to be late so I can speak on Korra's behalf." Tenzin calmly sat down, leaned back in his leather mahogany chair and began pensively stroking his beard. Korra glanced over at Jinora appreciatively mouthing the words "thank you" while holding her palms together in mock prayer; Jinora reciprocated with a sincere smile. After what seemed like hours, Tenzin clasped his hands together before resting his elbows on his desk exchanging glances between them both. Korra awaited his response with bated breath.
"Korra," he opened, "I'm sorry I didn't believe you when you said that you were only defending yourself from Kuvira. It wasn't fair for you, and I should have asked others that witnessed the fight, as well. I apologize. However, as for your punishment-"
"Wha—punishment?"
"Yes, punishment, defend or not, a girl is now in the hospital and I'm sure you could of handled that situation without that much 'defending.'" Korra slumped into her chair. "I've decided that it would be appropriate that you serve three days of detention starting today. You will report to your homeroom teacher after last bell, and receive your assignment."
Jinora noticed Korra was about to protest, "We'll take it," she chimed, "Korra appreciates it. Right?" The teen cut her cerulean eyes, which Jinora met with a knowing look.
"Yeah, thanks." Korra scoffed, casually standing up. Before Tenzin could give a chide retort, Jinora hurriedly ushered Korra out the office and into the hallway.
"Korra, you have to learn to censor yourself around my father. He's wound pretty tight, and almost never changes his mind-especially when it comes to punishing students he thinks are ill-behaved." The class rep shot Korra a concerned glance.
"Sorry," Korra looked up from her course list with an apologetic smile, "I'm not used to just accepting punishments that don't seem fair." Jinora glimpsed at Korra's class schedule, before returning her gaze to the disheveled teen, "I know I got Kuvira pretty good-hell I knocked her out cold-but, I don't think it's fair that I should be punished for being able to effectively defend myself. I don't know."
"I don't think it was fair how my dad handled this either," the class rep led them into a breezeway connecting to another building, "Kuvira has caused some issues in the past, and I think my dad overlooked it, because she's an honor student." Korra scoffed. Upon entering the next building, they made a few turns down the immense passageways. "We're here," Jinora gestured towards what Korra assumed to be her second period class with a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks," she met Jinora's gaze with sullen eyes.
"Your last two classes are in this building as well; if you get lost, there is a directory located near the restrooms on each floor," Jinora placed a supportive hand on Korra's shoulder, "I know things are tough now, Korra, but I have a feeling the rest of the year will bode well for you." She looked at the crestfallen teen one more time, as she turned back down the hall and disappeared down the hallway. Korra tucked her course list in her pocket, before walking into her second period class. Here goes nothing.
After her fourth period class, Korra made her way back to Ms. Castillo's room as instructed by Principal Cheng. She peeked in the entrance and watched as her relatively attractive teacher erased previous class notes from the whiteboard. She surveyed in awe as Ms. Castillo arched up onto her toes attempting to erase the higher scrawlings. She's really cute. Before realizing she lingered in the doorway gawking at her instructor, Ms. Castillo cleared her throat without looking up, "Is there some sort of barrier I don't know about that's preventing you from entering this class, Ms. Armaruq?"
"Um," Korra's tongue felt heavy. Rather than making another foiled attempt at speech, the disoriented teen quietly entered the room and slid into the desk closest to the door.
"Don't bother sitting I have your assignment," the olive beauty chuckled as she set down an eraser on the ledge of the board and faced Korra, an amused grin playing at her lips. Great, she knows. Korra inwardly rolled her eyes, "you'll be reporting to Rm. 408 in the Aang Cheng Building to help with supply relocation."
"Wait, Ten-er-Principal Cheng is Aang Cheng's son?" No wonder his name sounded familiar, he's the fucking Avatar's kid.
"Sure is," she chuckled lightly, casually flipping her braid behind her, "now don't waste time getting there. She needs all the help she can get."
"She?"
"You'll know everything when you get there," Ms. Castillo shooed Korra towards the door with a polite smile, "I'll see you tomorrow, Korra." The young teen's face instantly flushed, as she quickly turned around rushing out of the classroom.
After getting lost twice, Korra finally decided to look around for the directory Jinora told her about. This building is way bigger than it seems. She began scanning the pale vermillion walls, until she noticed another student appear at the end of the hall. The young teen froze; wow, she's... very pretty. The girl before her had long raven hair with subtle waves that cascaded past her shoulders and down her back. She wore a crimson leather jacket with a single black vertical stripe going down the center. Korra gave her a once over, taking a mental image of her dark denim skinny jeans, and black laced boots. She has beautiful long legs. Another feature that drew Korra in, besides her face, were her piercing emerald eyes that complimented her porcelain complexion and oval structure. The raven haired beauty flashed her a warm smile and waved. Korra's lips fumbled into what should have been a smile, as a rather uncouth chuckle escaped her mouth. My grave is so deep right now, Korra thought as she silently cursed herself for being so unbecoming in front of the mystifying beauty.
"You're Killer Korra, right?" the raven beauty inquired, advanced towards the sapphire eyed teen in what appeared to be slow motion.
Taken aback, Korra blinked as she raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "I'm sorry, what?" This bitch. "What did you say?"
"You're Korra Armaruq, right?" Wait, she got my... last name right on the first try, the young teen's eyebrows lifted even further, " Ms. Azili told me that you were tasked out to help me move some supplies to the club room?"
She got my last name right. Korra snapped out of her trance, "Wait, Miss who?"
"Oh, Ms. Castillo. I know her as Ms. Azili, so I often forget to address her by her last name while at school," her emerald eyes flickered as she tossed charcoal waves over her shoulder, "she owned a small shop in the city that my father and I used to frequent, before she closed it to become a highschool teacher."
As the young beauty began chuckling, Korra eyed her heart-shaped merlot painted lips before remembering that she's actually quite irritated with the emerald vixen, "Hold on, who the hell are you?"
"I'm Asami Sato," she replied as she extended her slender hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you, Korra Armaruq." Korra felt her own body betray her as her face flushed, causing her heart to pound with a deluge of complicated emotions. There was something about this girl that really got to her, and she couldn't figure it out. Whatever it is, Korra thought as she shook the young beauty's hand noting its remarkable softness, she's definitely not cute.
And that's the end of the first chapter, guys! Thank you for taking the time to read it; I put a lot of energy into it and I had a lot of fun writing it and bringing the story to life. I'm going to try to churn out the second chapter before the end of winter break, since I'll be taking 5 classes and working part time in the Spring. D: Let me know what you guys think, and I'll see you in the next chapter! —beanie