The Random Outburst in Science Story

(A/N) The Random Outburst in Science Story! This is my first fanfic, even though i think im okay at writing and i love doing it, I havn't had too many ideas. Suddenly, in science, i picked up my pen and started furiously writing, leaving Maddie (friend) to stare at me and wonder what sort of demons had taken hold of my brain. There will be vampires later in this, i hope, i'll just have to see where it takes me... I added a part so AngelSoldier 666 will be happy. Im open to suggestions...

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The look on her face revealed she had already deemed me incompetent. I suck at this. You need hand-eye coordination to play sports, a skill I didn't have. The only thing on my side was speed, which would carry me easily around the bases before my opponents had a chance to react. If I ever hit the ball. Which I knew I wouldn't. My one and only athletic skill was wasted here.

"Kat!" a frantic shriek called, causing me to look up, only to be hit right on my forehead with a disturbing thump as the hard form of a softball connected with my skull. I fell, dizzy, the world gone black, worried voices dancing in the air above me. In my scrambled brain a thought emerged, slowly. Why were they called softballs? It had felt like a rock!

"Katsunori Crane? Speak to me, girl, are you okay? Get up, now." The coach's authoritative voice rose above the rest, calling me by my full name. I groaned and rolled over, the sunlight filtering through my eyelids before I opened them.

"Kat? Are you hurt?? HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?" The girls' voices demanded, saturated with concern for me, even though I wasn't even really part of the team, due to my total lack of capability. They were probably wondering if a hit to the head would incapacitate my already meager athletic skills even more. "Yeah…I think im okay. Umm...five fingers, maybe? Or four fingers and a thumb." I answered weakly, and hauled myself up with the support of the coach's man-like arms. "You go sit down now, and take a rest." She ordered me, relief that my head wasn't too damaged evident in her voice, and I complied. I was led to the bench and given an ice pack, but the swelling was already decreasing.

The girl who had been evaluating my skills (or lack thereof) in the tryouts came over and sat with me, talking incessantly so I wouldn't feel alone. She blabbered about how she had been on the softball team since entering high school last year, and that she was on the team in middle school before that. She mentioned her name was Annali Brooks, something weird her mom made up. I had wanted to tell her off before because she wasn't helping my pounding head, but this caught my attention.

I laughed, "Hey, my name is hardly any better. You heard the coach say it. I'm Katsunori Crane." She smiled a nervous kind of smile; no doubt surprised I had broken my silence. "Yeah, I think I've seen you around school before. Aren't you in my social studies class?" she queried.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I usually lurked through the hallways unseen, the way I dress and act making most people reluctant to approach me, save a special few. I supposed I was a bit scary and unusual-looking, with my straight, jagged black hair cutting crookedly across my face, the bright turquoise tips luminescent in contrast. I wore sort of heavy black eyeliner under my unremarkable gray-blue eyes, and my clothes were either completely black or crazy neon rainbows. My look was about the contrast, how the dark liner looked against my pale skin, the glowing shirts with the dark jeans, although I hardly considered it a "look". I loved contrast, to be contrary to what people expected.

This girl, Annali, was the exact opposite. She had frizzy orange hair that stuck out in odd angles from her ponytail, bright green eyes, no make-up, and soft gray and white clothes. She looked to be about two inches taller than my short five feet three inches. Being sixteen, I figured I was done growing, doomed to never be able to reach the tub of cookie dough in the cupboard over the refrigerator. The only thing alike about us was our pallid complexion and our uncommon names.

"I know I've definitely seen you, but I didn't realize anyone else had taken notice of me." I replied, and realized with a jolt that together, we were the perfect contrast.

Eee, so sorry its so short, but i had to end it there. If you like it please let me know (though i somehow doubt people will)and i'll get writing ASAP, but for now im unable to.

I promise i'll make them longer as the story starts to evolve.

LOve & hugs & Sugar & Spazz