Howdy do? This is a new story of mine, it must admit my previous story was pretty crap but since i have learned from my mistakes. So i suppose this one will be a lot better.
I must warn you, at first you might think that this story has nothing to do with any characters from kuroshitsuji or kuro all together.
There will be no OCx(kuroshitsuji character). The plot might be a little confusing, sorry!
I will give the extra description of the characters/ places. Sorry haven't got any pictures, i am in an art block , and if i try to draw something i will probably end up killing myself.
May contain strong language.
I obviously do not own kuroshitsuji, only the some of the characters mentioned in this story.
Chapter 1
The alarm went off. Beep beep beep!
The covers of the large, grand bed moved slowly. A pair of thin pale legs struck up into the air making the covers flip into the air and off the bed. The legs fell down and the top half of the body went up. It was a girl with long messy hair. She slowly turned around towards the source of the annoying beeping noise, she reached for it with a slender pale weak hand. She pressed the button and fell back down onto the bed.
"Another day. How wonderful, huh?" She mumbled and hopped off the bed. She looked around the dark room, the covers were shut. She hated the bright morning light. She didn't mind the morning's, as long as she could wake up from those horrid night mares she had every night. What ever kind of a day she had, she would always have a night mare. Since that day of course, before that everything was fine. Well maybe she had night mares but at least she had a loving family.
She walked towards the closed dark oak door and opened it. She stepped outside into a empty silent corridor, each way she looked there was emptiness. Just the sound downstairs of the maid cleaning the dishes, the woman who looked after the house while her uncle and auntie were of to work. Their kids went of to school early, she would go to school at the same time, but because of her health problems she was aloud to get to school at any time she wanted to.
She looked down before her feet. There was a news paper; tiny black writing surrounded by large red or black logos. Couple of smudged photos that everyone was rambling about. She nudged the newspaper with her foot. She sighed and picked it up. The door closed and the newspaper was flipped onto the bed.
She walked up to the small bed side table and opened the first drawer, she picked up a small black piece of fabric and black strings attacked to it. She held the piece of fabric to the empty eye socket and tied the strings around her head. She sighed deeply and fell back onto the bed, another horrid day.
With the uniform on and the bag dragging behind her hitting each single stair she stepped on. She stumbled along the long corridors of the old victorian mansion. She dragged along her legs towards the room with the gentle warm aroma.
"Stella~!" She shouted and dragged herself into the room. There was a warm yellow light everywhere, she stumbled towards the table in the middle of the room and sat at one of the chairs.
A tall blonde middle aged woman walked into the room with a plate in her hand, "Here Jenny." She put in front of Jenny the plate. On the plate there was two pieces of toast, one covered in jam the other in butter. "So... are you nervous?" Stella asked as she sat next to Jenny who was already half way through her first piece of toast.
"Why would I be?" Jenny wondered as she wiped away the crumbs off her face and tucked into the other piece of toast.
"A new year in high school, 8th grade if to be precise." She sighed and sat back in her chair, "Who wouldn't be nervous?" She questioned, not expecting an answer.
Jenny chuckled as she stood up from her chair, "That would be me." She mumbled and walked out of the kitchen. She listened as the chair in the kitchen squeaked as it was moved across the polished floor.
Jenny pulled the front door keys of the small table that was put next to the front door and dropped them inside of her bag. She skipped out of the front door without locking it. A baby blue bike was parked next to one of the many grey dull walls of the mansion. She jumped onto the bike and off she was. It did not bother her that she was around half and hour late for school, she would just say that she had a asthma attack and she would be let off without a warning of such. Plus she wouldn't have to waste her breath and arguing with the teacher, who ever she has first lesson, over why she was late for school.
Just to say the truth she could not give a toss about the staff of the school and what they thought of her nor the 'consequences' of her actions and fucking up her 'future'. It was already all planned of for her on a sheet of paper. She planned it all out for her, the plan will work without a fail, she already knew it.
She calmly ridden her bike through the silent alleys of the empty town. There were barely and cars or people out in the streets. Most were at work or at school, after all what else would they be doing? In this little cut off from the rest of the world town was full of business men/women and oxford students. A small portion on this little town were high school kids who would go onto oxford or be kicked out into some other town where they would work in a chippy or in a shopping center giving out leaflets that would no one take, or just throw over their shoulder.
Jenny slammed on her breaks as she approached ancient gates of the Great Oak High school. It was something between a private school and an every day public high school.
The bike was left in the bike shed, locked up with a thick metal jain and the key dropped inside the blazers pocket.
Jenny looked up at the stone walls of the school that were warn off and covered in moss, it was centuries old school and that was the only reason Jenny came to this school. She wished that she lived in the era that this school was build, it was her dream. She carried on walking around the school towards the main door almost tripping over as she was gazing so much at the colored glass windows. She stumbled over to a pair of grand wooden doors that were held together by metal bolts. She reached for the large metal handles and with a little bit of strength she managed to open them. She ran up the wooden steps that creaked awfully towards her form room.
There was a large wooden corridor full of smaller wooden doors that were covered with posters and information about the class that the door lead to. The door opened easily, no creaks, it was well oiled of course. Jenny entered the room, but felt like stepping back out straight away. It felt kind of weird to step into the class half way through when everyone is busy with work, this was not her class of course, this was her form tutors room. She came in to collect the time schedule table.
The middle aged man with ginger hair and wearing a gray suit looked up from the stacks of papers in front of him. It was pretty obvious that he was the teacher. Her looked through the layers of paper. The paper laid on the desk was equal at least a medium sized forest.
He took out a small piece of paper and handed it over to Jenny who was glaring around the room. She turned around and snatched the paper out of her hand and hopped out of the room. She moved away from the door and leaned against the wall slowly moving down.
English literature was her first lesson. With a grim expression she got up from the floor, she slowly moved along the corridors peeking into the rooms with slightly opened doors, maybe even leaning her ear against the doors to listen to the murmur of the students inside.
She stood in front of a door with only the small metal plate was hammered on with the numbers '203' engraved on. She bounced on her tip toes and pushed the door open. All eyes zoomed in on her. Every head turned towards her.
Jenny closed the door and made her way to her seat, on her way tapping a couple of her friends on their shoulder.
The short, grey haired lady who was the teacher watched her sit down, she did not say a word just watch with her cold gaze. As Jenny took her place she tapped her pen on the desk and stood up holding two text books and a dark brown student book. She let the books fall onto Jennies desk making the sound echo around the room. " Copy out book one pages 45 to 50, book two pages 34 to 40." She snapped at Jenny knowing she had given her an impossible task.
Jenny narrowed her eyes and watched the old hag walk over back to the desk. She sighed and looked down onto the pile of books, she pushed the text books out of the way but opened the student book and pulled out a pen out of her pocket. The pen did not touch the paper, but the gaze of the girl flew the room. She recognized many of the people in the room many better than others.
'Sophia, Molly, Liz, Kevin, Stephen, David, Michael, Kelly... Ryan... Edward...' She though to herself. She noticed a couple of her friends but skipped them quickly her gaze fell onto the boy in the front row besides two other boys with short brown hair. They were twins but the one that really interested her was the boy in the middle. He had dark brown medium hair, he was quiet a lot different from others. Maybe not such an annoying little brat like the others but as clever as the black fox, it would be better if you did not exchange a word with him or easily he has control over you. Possibly it was simply charm and appearance just so he would take the advantage of you. Jenny learned from her mistakes easily. He was a mistake in her life.
Jenny dropped her pen onto the book carelessly. She brushed her two pony tails over her shoulders, lifting up one of the locks of her before her eyes, one unseeing the other wide open.
The time ticked by not a drop of ink touched the empty pages. The bell broke through the soundless room making the students jot from their places. Pilling up the books and leaving the room. Just for a moment or two the corridors were over filled and the noise almost blew out the windows and just a moment later the noise was over and the corridors were empty.
Maths, just a thew more hours.
Italian, concentrate, just a little longer. Four more hours?
Physics, wishing to blow up the time.
Dinner break, for the demon's sake!
History...
Jenny sat herself at the back of the class with Demi and Katie by her sides. It was one of those classes where she could sit back and think things through. She would usually sink into her seat with one eyes on the look out.
Books flying across the room landing on desks and some times in some ones face. Just as it happened to Jenny.
Jenny was sat her desk, half closed eye and face propped up with her fist, day dreaming not expecting for an object to fly into her face almost knocking the sense out of her.
A thin note book flied into her face brushing the piece of fabric off her face that covered up the horrid scar and the empty space. A thin paper cut appeared on her check decorating the already ruined perfection.
The brat who was responsible roared up with laughter pointing his dirty little finger at the girl.
Jenny jolted from her seat she grabbed the collar of his shirt, scowling in anger.
"That is enough!" The voice of the teacher echoed through the room.
The kid stumbled back to their place leaving Jenny standing by her own in the middle of the room. On hand over the unseeing eye, or where the eye used to be. Jenny slowly retrieved back to her place, she picked up the eye patch of her seat and sat down herself. She tied on the eye patch tightly making sure it would not fall off again, a scar that will make you miss half of your life. Not like any other scar, they can be covered up and forgotten. Not as easy as that being only one eye for the rest of your life, eh?
The school day was over, the bell rang the last time, for today. Tomorrow, 8:30 am it will go off again, reminding us that it is a new day and it is time to wake up.
Jenny dragged herself to her bike. Unlocking the chain and leaving it on the stone floor. She hopped on her metal blue horse and off she was.
With delight would she walk or take the bus, but it would cause her trouble. Socializing was not her best aspect, with children her age group especially. Although they were her age group in mind they were many years behind her. It annoyed her and made her feel more and more alone. It seemed as that they will decide that her expanded and deep thoughts will confuse them and they will laugh it off, considering that her words were useless and meaningless. It was hard for her to find some one to talk to.
Every time she went down the little narrow down hill street she passed a ancient victorian park. It was covered up with rows and rows of bushes and trees, making it all that more mysterious and persuading the ordinary passer by to enter, to explore its wonders.
Jenny would usually stop right at the top of the street, the top of the hill. It would give her a better chance to look inside of the park. The park it self did not interest her it was was placed in the middle of it. It was a mansion, it was build at least 30 or more years before the victorian era ended. It was beautiful. It was burned down many times and many times completely destroyed but it was always rebuilt, every time it was knocked down it was rebuilt until one day. It was abandoned and left to rot, it was no longer needed, the owner died. He had no children so it was not inherited. Just left to rot, like everything will one day.
The light breeze touched the figure on the bike reminding for her to breath. It was always her dream to go back in time, to watch the life scatter around the mansion. To see how it looked while it was inhabited. It seemed to be impossible to live there any longer, it just seemed to be a shell if forgotten memories that were yet to be discovered.
Jenny sighed and looked away from the park. She pushed on one of the peddles and off she was. Back home, not even knowing why she bothered.
So what do you think? Please review.
Description time!
Jenny:
154 cm tall
Ocean blue eyes
Dark blue almost black hair, likes to wear it in two pony tails.
Slim thin body, very weak but full of energy.
She suffers many illnesses but ignores them many times ignoring what may happen to her if she does not take care of herself.
She lost one eye, so she wears an eye patch.