Prologue
Part I: Ivory White
"Freak"
"Idiot
"Retard"
Namine had heard those insults a thousand times before. She held her sketchbook tighter as she walked further down the hallway. No matter how many times they said it, no matter how many times they tripped her in the halls, no matter what they did, no one was getting her sketchbook.
Still she had been called those names since she'd arrived in year 7 two years ago, by now those words should've lost all meaning, but the names still hurt. They still meant she was alone at East Island High.
Naminé was only a small girl. She had hollow ivory skin. When she drew portrait of herself her skin toes of choice were ivory white and pale pink. She had messy platinum blond hair that she usually slung over her right shoulder; she used straw yellow, cream and lilac for her hair, her eyes were blue: cobalt, Kingfisher and pale.
Namine did many self portraits, because she didn't have many drawing subjects. She had no friends, no one talked to her except to insult her. People other than Aerith, her designated helper, would talk to her, if she didn't have a speech impediment. People wouldn't say she was ugly if she didn't have the stupid glasses. She would have friends if she was normal, but Naminé was different and she hated it.
"Well, well, well," Elana, a girl who frequently tripped Naminé, spoke to her. Her fraternal twin sister, Larxene, was right next to her, blocking Naminé from going any further.
This happened on a daily basis, everyday Naminé would come to school, carrying her sketchbook and her vinyl backpack depicting pink butterflies and flowers on her back. Almost without fail Elana and Larxene would be waiting for her either at the front door or near their lockers for Naminé.
"If it isn't the retard with the butterfly backpack" Larxene Mocked. She sued Naminé's inability to pronounce the letter t properly. Naminé kept her head low and tried a different path around them.
They weren't going to allow that. Larxene stuck her foot out and tripped Naminé. Naminé held her sketchbook tightly as she fell face first on the floor.
She sat up slowly and put her left hand to her face, it felt wet. She took her hand away and saw blood all over her fingers and palm.
"Naminé, you're bleeding" Aerith, Naminé's helper, found her sitting on the floor with a blood nose.
Aerith was a nice woman; Naminé had drawn her on several occasions. She'd used emerald, Tasmanian grass and cats eye green for her eyes, Chocolate, Golden and burnt brown for her hair and copper, rose pink and coral orange for her skin.
Naminé was still looking at her own blood when Aerith pulled her off the ground and washed her up.
"There now, all better" Aerith soothed. "What happened? She asked her.
"I chripped" Naminé replied. She didn't specify what she tripped over. Aerith never asked for specific detail and Naminé didn't intend on giving it.
"You need to watch where you're going" Aerith scolded her lightly, "Why didn't you brace your fall?"
"My sketchbook" Naminé held up the book, still clutched tightly in her right hand. Aerith sighed.
"C'mon Naminé, time for English," Aerith grabbed her students arm and led her to class.
Naminé hated English, because her teacher, Mr. Zexion, made her read out loud. Naminé had no troubler reading to herself, she just could get the words out at the same time as her brain read them. That and the other students always laughed at her speech impediment.
Naminé pushed her fluorescent pink glasses closer to her face and opened her book. She awaited Mr. Zexion's call on her to read, but it never came.
Instead he called on a boy Naminé had never seen before.
"Pence Colliver, welcome to East Island High. Would you do the honours of reading our poem." Mr. Zexion said. The boy nodded and stood up, her grabbed his book from the table and began to read.
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Naminé stared in awe at the boy, he read the entire poem, without a mistake, not even a waver in his voice.
Naminé noted what he looked like, hoping she'd see him again. Preferably not in her English class.
Luckily for Naminé the English lesson and indeed the day passed with little incident. Larxene tripped her again at lunch and broke her nose, but that was all. Aerith, being a qualified nurse, bandaged it up, now Naminé sounded even worse than normal.
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Naminé was glad to be home. It was the only place she felt comfortable, she put down her sketchbook long enough to hug her little sister and fish her coloured pencils from her bag.
"Nami?" Kairi asked, "Whad happened do your nose?" Kairi was 4 years old and adored Naminé so much that she'd adopted her speech impediment, there was actually nothing wrong with Kairi.
"Chripped" Naminé replied. She sat down on one of the heavy armchair in her lounge room and took up her sketchbook. Using her grey lead pencil she drew and oval on her page. Kairi sat on the arm of Naminé's chair and watched intently.
Every now and again Naminé would glance at her sister an pick out the appropriate colours. Crimson, vermillion and cherry red for her hair, pale, kingfisher and cobalt blue for her eyes. Kairi looked exactly like Naminé did when she was younger. Only she had red hair.
When Kairi worked out what Naminé's sketch was of she squealed with joy and ran up to her room. Presumably to draw a picture of Naminé for her. One that would most likely join the many already hanging around Naminé's room.
When Naminé finished her sketch of Kairi she flipped to a fresh page. She pulled out the appropriate colours and sketched what she remembered of Pence Colliver, but it didn't look right.
Naminé resolved to take a batter look at Pence Colliver when she could.
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A/N:1 I would write a poem to go here but I can't write poetry for gum nuts.
A/N: Naminé can't pronounce the letter 't' properly so to compensate she uses 'd' which I constantly forget when I'm writing the draft and it's kinda hard to understand when you're reading I noticed. If you change the 'd' to a 't' in a word that doesn't seem to make sense you'll understand what she's saying.
Okay what do you all think? Part I of the prologue. This story's kind set out different to my others... and it's longer. Each chapter is put into three parts and they're named after colours. Seven chapters in all (like the rainbow) not including the prologue and each part is a different shade of a colour... at least that was the thinking behind it anyway.
Reviews would be nice, but I'll continue the story regardless of reviews or not
~Shazichan
