Hello! It's me again! Yes, I am back with another story! I wrote this one a while back actually.
This story originally had NOTHING to do with Hetalia and the main character was a girl. I just changed the names and tried to change all the "she's" to "he's" and stuff like that. So if you see a random "she" in a sentence that's talking about Feli, just message me or tell me in a review!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of this stuff other than the storyline. Not the anime(Hetalia) or characters..except for "Mom"...I made her up...
I thought for sure I was dead. I felt the warm liquid drip down my face. I felt trapped. Even though I was in the open, but no one could see me. I couldn't move. Speak. Nothing. I tried to scream. I really tried. But it didn't help. I was trapped. The grass pricked at my face. I could see the blood fall off my face and hit a grass blade. I didn't know what to do, who could help me, or where I was.
I immediately opened my eyes, the bright light of the sun peering through the window caused me to squint. I was clutching tightly onto my notebook and had broken my pencil. That's when I realized everyone was looking at me.
"Oh, someone had too much to drink last night" Someone in the back whispered.
I sat there, frozen. Not sure on what to do. I could feel the eyes looking at me from head-to-toe. I glanced around the classroom. The whiteboard was it's normal white, there was black writing on it. Mr. Antonio, the teacher, was standing in the front, also looking at me. He looked about in his 30's and his emerald green eyes sparkled as the light hit them. He had on a brown suit-like shirt with matching pants that went down. I looked down at my ripped jeans and then back up at everyone else.
"Alright class..." Mr. Antonio said, turning back to the board.
I felt the eyes turn away from me and back to the teacher. I relaxed and slouched down in my seat slightly as I listened. I pleaded for the bell to ring. The time read 2:10pm and the class ended at 2:15pm, that was also the end of our school day. I counted as the seconds went on, hoping that when I said the next number, I would be cut off by the bell.
"289...290...291..." I counted. Then finally, the bell rang. I jumped out of my seat and ran out of the classroom and quickly out to my bus.
I'm a freshman at Derin Wilder High School. I'm about 5 foot 3 and have short auburn hair with a weird curl sticking out on the left side of my head. I have freckles the rested across my nose and the top of my cheeks. My eyes are dark brown. Feliciano Vargas. That's my name. I live in Venice, Italy. I was wearing a yellow shirt with black headphones printed on it under a worn out black vest. I had on my favorite converse and jeans that were pretty ripped. My mother told me to wear ripped ones because when I have my "episodes" I grip really hard on things, my mother doesn't know why. It's because of what happens during those "episodes". I get dizzy and I suddenly blackout. But I don't fall over, I just sit there, or so people say. But during the "episodes" I have a vision. These visions aren't just dream-like ones. They actually feel like it had happened and they were so vivid.
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The bus ride felt like forever. I had my head rested on the window and my backpack was next to me. We pulled into my neighborhood and stopped at the first stop. About 5 students got off and walked down the big hill. The loud bus full of high schoolers sped down the hill. Some of the people in the back were yelling and laughing with their hands up like they were on a roller coaster. I was the 4th stop in our neighborhood and we were at the 2nd.
The bus driver slammed on the brakes, about to miss the 3rd stop, causing me to snap out of my thoughts and slam into the seat in front of me. As people got off, one of the jocks of the school saw my fall over and laughed. He pushed my head more into the seat.
"Hey, stop it." I heard a deep voice say from behind me. It was Ludwig. He was that one "jock" that was actually nice to people. The bad thing is though, I have had a crush on since like 7th grade. He pushed the other guy off of me and shoved him forward so he would continue walking before looking at me and smiling with his icey blue eyes. They reminded me of the ocean. His eyes were so pretty and went very well with his blonde hair that he slicked back everyday.
"Hope to see you there" Ludwig said, handing me a folded piece of paper, pulling me back into the real world. He then walked down the steps of the bus. I nodded slightly in shock, my mouth open in awe, before quickly looking at the paper once I snapped back.
PARTY TONIGHT!
1473 Westaway Ave.
DJ, drinks, dancing, games, and many more!
Hope to see you there!
I looked at it for a couple more seconds before looking around. Could he really have been talking to me? I asked myself. I shrugged slightly before folding the paper back up and putting in my back pocket. The bus stopped again and I stood up and headed for my house.
I quickly ran up the steps and ran into my light blue and green room. I quickly looked around in my closet and picked out a white shirt with a black vest and some black skinny jeans. My mother walked in
"What's that for?" She asked, leaning on the door frame. She had light blonde hair and she had a pink apron over her white shirt and jeans. She was carrying a wash cloth and had on tennis shoes.
I jumped slightly "Oh, I was invited to one of my friend's parties tonight" I replied.
"Who's?" My mother asked, swinging the washcloth over her shoulder before rubbing her hands together slightly and walking into the room.
"Umm...Kiku's." I said hesitantly.
I could tell my mother noticed the hesitation in my voice, but she just nodded "Will her parents be there?" she asked. I nodded.
She walked next to me and put her hand on my arm and rubbed it slightly while looking down at the outfit, she smiled "That was the outfit your father and I picked out for you for our trip to America.. But then everything happened..." her voice trailed off a bit "...So since you were in the hospital and I was the only parent..." she paused "We couldn't go.." she added with a sigh.
I nodded again, looking at the clothing.
"Well, you have fun." My mother said, walking out of the room.
Well, end of chapter 1...hope you like it!