Hello. This is my first Fanfic, so go easy on me, plz. My friend, I-Breached-UR-Security, showed my this site. I've never seen Code: Lyoko before, but I've read all of her fanfics and have had a very looooooong explanation of it, so, yeah. This should work and sorry if I get anything wrong. NO FLAMES, but I do allow constructive critisism. (I-Breached-UR-Security says I don't won't get any.)
Disclaim: I don't own CL, any songs I use in here, and the poem belongs to Emily Dickinson.
Claim: I DO OWN my Ocs, the story plot, and any poems in here that ARE mine. PAWS OFF! I will hunt you down and kill you in your sleep... just cuz I feel it, so what do you think I'll do to you when I have a reason???
A murmur in the trees to note,
Not enough for wind;
A star not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find;
A long, long yellow on the lawn'
A hubbub as of feet;
Not audible to us,
But dapperer, more sweet;
A hurrying home of little men
To houses unperceived ,--
All this, and more, if I should tell,
Would never be believed.
Of robbins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Wose night gowns could not hide the wings,
Although I heard them try!
But then I promised never to tell;
How could I break my word?
So go your way and I'll go mine,-
No fear you'll miss the road.
Rayne reread the last poem she had written, the one she wrote before her father had gotten married to his blond haired blue eyed secretary three months back. There was no need to write anymore, her life was gone, blown away like a leaf in the new winter winds then covered up with the blinding white new fallen snow.
'The more I think about it,' thought Rayne, 'the more I realize that life is like a poem.'
Her knew 'step mom' was sending her to Kadic academy as soon as they get to france. Her father had gotten a new job there and 'step mom' didn't want rayne around anymore. 'she makes me feel like I have done something wrong, and she seems… not normal.'
How could I be normal? I can use telepathy! That is not normal. it is true, Ryane Lyoko Muenez, or just plain Rayne, could move things with her mind, she didnt know how she learned, it seemed she just always could or knew.
Rayne could feel someone reading over her shoulder and sna-pped the book close, she turned to see an odd boy staring at her, mouth wide open. when rayne thought odd, she meant it. his hair was in one spike whith a purple sploch in the middle, then, there's his weird outfit, she couldnt even begin to discribe it.
"do you always go around and butt in where your not wanted," she demanded.
"I don't know, if you ask XANA then he would probably say yes."
"who?" she asked. she heard that name before, her mother had said it once or twice, rayne remembered when there was a thunder storm and she was sleeping with her parents, her mother had screamed it in her sleep.
"oh...uh...no one." he adverted his eyes and changed the subject," you are a great poet." he looked back to her
"you didn't understand it's meaning, did you?" she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"uh... hee...well, no, I didn't." he blushed slightly
"most people don't. my mother..." she paused, her mother was dead, no one cared anymore,"...m-my mother always understood." she looked down.
"she must be, like, a genius or something," his eyes got big, she looked out the window.
"I dont know anymore, I think she was just... just a mom." she was on the verge of tears, even though she had never cried in her whole life.
"I'm Odd by the way," he told her, she smiled and looked at him.
"did you just figure that out or have you known all along?" her voice was laughing at him.
"I think i've known all along. I dont know, they've always callen me odd" he was wodering wy she smiled at him.
"Dont you get mad at them?"
"why should I get mad, it's my name, what else would they call me?"
"oh, well, I'm rayne, my name I mean. actually, it's Ryane Lyoko Muenez, my mother always called me rayne though and I just got use to it again.
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