être- part one
~introduction~
If you had to describe Alysha Allen in one word, it would probably be brown. Everything about her was brown, from her short, medium brown hair to her coffee-colored eyes to her deep tan skin. Most of Alysha's clothes were in natural tones- khaki, brown, gray-blue, subtle green, maybe an occasional black, soft yellow or deep bluish-purple. Bright rainbow hues were strictly against her nature.
Occasionally she would go to a party or two, but it wasn't exactly fun. Her hobby, as a few people said, was fading into the woodwork. Alysha Allen was, in short, the type of person who did not like to be noticed.
On the morning of July 31, a postman doing his rounds through the small town of Clark Valley made an odd discovery. There was already a letter sitting on the doorstep of one of the last houses on his round. He picked the letter up to examine it. It was addressed in emerald ink to:
Miss Alysha Allen
The Upstairs Bedroom
7 Maple Close, Clark Valley
Riveshire, England
There was no stamp.
The postman put the letter down along with three more pieces of mail, and promptly forgot it. There were more important things to think of, and besides, he'd heard of far stranger.
Alysha Allen opened the door sleepily and picked up the mail from the front step. Four letters, she thought. Not bad. She sorted through the envelopes, squinting at them through sleep-blurred eyes. A bill, a brochure from the university for her older brother, another bill… and a letter for Alysha.
She nearly dropped all the mail in shock. Now why would anyone send her a letter? And how on earth did they- whoever "they" was- know where she slept? Shaking a bit, she brought the mail inside and dropped it on the small kitchen table. She was still tired; the mysterious letter would just have to wait.
Claimer: I own Alysha, Clark Valley (unless there really is a Clark Valley somewhere), Riveshire (same goes for that), and anything else you don't recognize.
Disclaimer: The emerald ink belongs to Prof. McGonagall, who belongs to JKR. I know I only hinted at the presence of HP so far, but you can tell, right?
Author's Note: I'm trying to create a non-Mary-Sue-ish character. Am I doing OK? Oh yeah, and whoever can tell me in a review what "être" means gets a free imaginary invisible donut!