"It's a cruel and random
world, but the chaos is all so beautiful."
(Hiromu Arakawa)
Clarissa pecked her mother's cheek before grabbing her worn out backpack and darting out the apartment door. Trying to tame her rowdy looking hair, she decided to take a short cut to school. The wind howled around her and snowflakes began to drift from the sky, dusting her already crimson colored hair with white specks. She hurried her steps but made sure not the slip on the ice beneath her. It was the beginning of winter in Manhattan which was basically a blizzard to say the least.
The freckle faced girl decided to ramble into an alley in attempt to not get to class late. Simon would be angry. They had agreed to meet up at a nearby coffee shop before school would start and she had missed it. Stupid alarm, she thought angrily. The day before, Clarissa was desperately trying to complete her biology project ahead of the due date. Her current grade was a b- and by doing this extra credit assignment, she'd be able to move the points up a notch or two.
Halting her quick steps, she stumbled over her own feet in embarassment and was glad there was no one beside her. Scowling at her actions, Clarissa heard or rather felt a presence behind her. Eyebrows raising, she half turned only to see a dark figure, leaning against the brick wall lazily. What the heck? She shrugged carelessly, guessing it was someone strolling around the streets. Maybe someone homeless... New York was never empty.
Then the body moved. It was a man, she could tell. He was lean, his walk dangerous. It oddly reminded her of a predator. Clarissa's lips parted in panic. I have got to go. I need to go. Simon is waiting. Her thoughts began to clash in her head, shouting at her to run away but her body betrayed her.
He looked magnificent, with a halo of gold and light brown locks. His eyes were a fair hue, cold but amused. She felt afraid but mesmerized. The young man looked older than her, perhaps by two or three years. Wearing a dark shirt under a tattered white hoodie, he seemed to be someone from the street. She snapped her gaze to meet his orbs and saw him purse his lips.
And the first thing he said surprised her. Clarissa took a step back, then another. "How short are you?"
[a/n]: This is the prologue! Please review and give me your feedback. It will be well appreciated.