A/N – Wrote this ages ago. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING MENTIONED! Plz review and ignore any shitty references I throw into this. XD
La Vie de Bianca Florence
Chapter One
Sleepily, I tied back my white blonde hair. My first day at this new school – Medina Senior High School. I was a Junior, 11th Grade. Equivalent to Year 12. You see, I had just moved here from a small town in Kent, England. I wondered if people would laugh at my accent. It's a bit like a London accent, I guess, but it's a bit posher.
I climbed slowly into my white dress, which came to just above my knees. It had a lace trim around the bottom of it and on the neckline. It contrasted my black shirt underneath it perfectly. I put on a pair of plum tights and stepped into my black pumps. I neatened the bangs in my hair, then placed a purple flower clip in it. My hair reached my waist and it was perfectly straight, after going over some messy bits with a straightener. I applied some pink blush to my cheeks, as well as a clear lip gloss to shine my rose lips.
"Bianca, get down here now! I'm not wasting these pancakes!" my mum, Florence, called to me from the bottom of the stairs, "Don't you make me come up there!" Her deep Stoke was a large contrast to my clearer Southern accent. I reached over my bed for my bag. I put my Hello Kitty pencil case, iPhone and notebook inside, then grabbed my black leather jacket and went down to my family.
My dad, Ralph, was reading the local newspaper. "Good morning Bee." He knew I had hated him calling me Bee since I was about 10, so he says it to aggravate me. My little brother from doom Finlay Ralph said, "Don't trip!" then he proceeded to attempt to trip me up. And failed, of course. Little bastard. I hastily ate the pancakes then legged it out of the house to my new car. It was a pink Micra C+C. I had got my license the day before, and today would be my first time driving it.
It took me 5 minutes at the most to reach Medina High. I got there early. It was better to be alone than with my nutjob family. About 10 minutes after I arrived, 3 girls approached. At the front was a tall, skinny brunette wearing glasses and a long black tailored dress. To her left was a confident-looking, curvaceous blonde with designer clothes, and to her right was a short and pale gothic girl with black lace fingerless gloves and a black and red corset/dress.
The blonde was the first to speak, with a strong (and obviously fake) valley girl accent. "Are you, like, new? Coz I never like saw you before." she asked me, so I answered her. Then the brunette said, "Shut up Meryl. I'm Serah. You?" She sounded paradoxically shy and confident at the same time. "Uh, I'm Bianca. Bianca Hollister." "Wow, like, check her accent! It's like totally British!" Meryl said.
The gothic girl stared at the floor. Meryl continued. "Oh, check this. Like, I totally twisted my ankle yesterday. It's like killing me. I need a hug!" She suddenly and inexplicably squeezed me as if I was her lover. The gothic girl finally looked up, rolled her eyes and groaned boredly. "Don't worry. She does it all the time." She had a flat, depressed tone to her voice, and sounded quiet and shy. "Oh fuck off fugly!" Meryl hissed to her, "I like need some affection. Shame momsie and popsie don't like give a total fuck about me." "Oh, at least I'm not mental!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP! THAT'S JUST AN EXCUSE! I KNOW YOU ALL DISAPPROVE OF ME! BUT I'M GONNA SHOW YOU ALL!" "No! It isn't! When will you get it into your dumbass head that you have HPD, huh?" "Fuck OFF, Meredith!"
Meryl stormed off. Meredith shook her head. "Fuckin sis." she snapped. It was then that I noticed the resemblance between them. The bell rang out loudly, and Meredith asked me if I was in Maths with Miss Sullivan first. I was. I hurried to form then went to Maths. After an embarrassing intro by miss, I was seated. Next to a boy. He was nice looking, but he sure was annoying. It's just Bianca, for fuck's sake! Do not vocalize my middle name!
At lunch, I sat with Serah and Meredith. Meryl didn't turn up to any classes after the argument with Meredith. "I hope she gets raped. Psycho bitch." was all that Meredith had to say, to which Serah replied, "I want you to quit callin me, callin me, followin me followin me-" "Shut the fuck up with shit rap songs!" "Oh piss off! If you don't like it, go make some friends." "No, you. Hypocrite." I was watching a full blown argument form centimetres away from me.
Next thing, Meredith poured her Pepsi onto Serah's curly hair. Serah pulled Meredith's hair and forced her onto the ground. Meredith tripped Serah, then hit her over the head with her lunch tray. "Fucking BITCH!" Serah screamed, scratching her long nails into Meredith's cheek, leaving 4 red, dripping streaks on her face. Meredith grabbed Serah by the neck, pinned her against the main building, and began to punch her viciously, like an animal. A large, cheering crowd began to gather. I stepped back, in fear. I heard people say things like "Go get her, Zombie!" and "Kick her in the face, Frizzball!" I also heard something disturbing. "God, fighting again? Geez, these girls are loners with issues! But I guess it's usually the twins."
As I walked towards the fountain, I heard an uproar from the crowd. Then I noticed – they were joining in! I had witnessed a riot forming infront of my eyes! I didn't know what to do. So I grassed them all up. By the time I had finished talking to Principal Regan, more of less the whole school was in uprising, over a playground fight. Some of the bystanders were claiming that "Meryl Payton showed up and told everyone to side with either Meredith or Serah" and then I saw her. Watching with a smug smirk on her face, and frowning if people didn't look at her when she cheered. She was pure evil. Self-centred and animalistic. In the end, she climbed on top of the fountain's statue, completely naked apart from her red plaid miniskirt, swinging her white blouse around. She screamed "Hey BOYYYYYS!" and proceeded to get boys to go up there and grope her, taunting "You ain't a man until you like touch my ass." She was beyond animalistic. She was like a vampire, almost, hungry for blood and meat. Her exhibitionism showed that she was provocative and lustful.
At end bell, the boy from Maths came up to me. "Hey, where you walkin to?" he asked me. "What's it to you?" I replied irritably. "Don't you wanna walk with someone, loner?" "Ugh. I live on Cicada Avenue." "Oh, I live on Butterfly Avenue. Not that far. Let's go." He was so annoyingly persistant. But he offered, and I didn't want to be on my own so I went with him. The school had calmed down since lunch, but Meryl's few extreme supporters were still trying to stir things back up. Meryl, Meredith and Serah had been in the principal's office all afternoon. At least with someone else I'd be safe.
Armel was still annoying, but he was getting a bit friendlier. Maybe I was getting used to him. He kept flicking his strawberry blonde hair out of his face. He told me about his sister, Sakura, who had the same hair colour as him. Sakura is Japanese for cherry tree/blossom, and it is also a name for Japanese cherry blossom. He cares a lot for his sister, and from what Armel has told me, she is a very sweet little girl. Maybe that's why her full name is Sakura Romanenko.
Armel also told me about the rest of his family. His father is a Ukrainian of Mongolian and Russian descent, and he is a Ukrainian American (i.e. born in Ukraine and emigrated here as a child). His mother is Japanese American of Russian and Ainu descent. He looks a bit Japanese and he has beautiful Japanese eyes, but his skin is quite pale. He continued to shyly flick his hair. "So, Bianka Firentsu Horisutā, do you like it here?" he asked in his deep voice. "Don't know really." I said.
It has been 3 months since that day and I have done many things, include write a song/poem/story – Sakura In The Wind
Summertime has come, bringing in a whole new dawn,
Across the world it shines a new light,
Hikari it is, lighting up the stage of life,
I hope it won't leave me for a thousand years.
Tears flooding through, my crystal aqua eyes,
Glistening in the new sunlight,
At least I won't cry, when the sun beams down on me,
Because I won't have anymore tears to shed.
Yesterday it was, and it's history today,
And I don't want to think about it,
The day I didn't say, "Ai no kokuhaku",
And I lost my final chance.
I guess it was coming, ganbatte no more,
Stop my emotion, kudasai,
My heart bleeds, it is full of sadness,
I deserve to feel like this.
Then the yami disappears,
The regret floats away,
I feel freedom once more,
Like sakura in the wind.
I don't really feel, as if I'm truly here,
It's as if jealousy has engulfed me,
I watch the show, and it's reminding me,
Of a pack of wolves in the forest.
Hunting together, and in the distance,
A lone wolf staring in the yuki,
Feeling alone, namida down her cheeks,
As I realize watashi wa ookami.
Then the yami floods back in,
The regret clings onto me,
All freedom drifts away,
Like sakura in the wind.
The chinmoku rolls like nami,
The fear hunts around me,
My sanity swishes softly,
Like sakura in the wind.
A/N: Sorry, creative urges. Ohayou gozaimasu. Bianca H/x
It's been 3 months already. Serah and Meredith made up after being excluded for 2 weeks. Meryl was excluded for 4 because she was partly the reason the school went crazy, and plus she streaked around the school. Apparently it wasn't the first time she'd done either. Meredith says that she has reasons behind her behaviour – she's on meds and behavioural therapy for something called Histrionic Personality Disorder. It's basically where a person is very seductive, attention-seeking, dramatic and prone to sudden mood changes. It also causes her exhibitionist episodes, as well as starting uprisings and riots, because it gains her attention and compliments.
Serah has changed a bit since I first met her. She is not as plain as she used to be and her hair is now straight. After the big fight, she has also toughened up considerably, and nobody thinks of bullying her now. Armel has been teaching me some Japanese and Russian. He was initially annoying but now he's tamed quite a bit.
I let my long, straight hair flow down my back like a waterfall. I applied some clear lipgloss, mascara, black eyeshadow and rose blush. I met up with Armel at quarter to eight and we walked to Medina Bay. It looks magnificent, even in the winter. A thin blanket of fresh snow glistened, covering the sand. I heard a loud valley girl talking. The twins had arrived. "Ohayo gozaimasu." I said. "Kawaii, Bianca!" Like, totally!" Meryl replied, then took her shirt off and threw it into the sea. Meredith groaned boredly and said, "It's kinda getting old, Meryl."
After 2 hours of walking around town, the twins had to go to visit their grandparents, to their disappointment. So Armel and I went to Pearl's Bar for a continental breakfast. We talked, laughed, and I felt different around him. Even more so than I had the past few weeks. I froze up when he looked into my eyes. He flicked his sakura hair from his face and stared at me with his deep grey eyes. My heart literally froze as they stared into my soul, shining in the reflecting snow.
We walked back to Cicada Avenue. As we approached Jungle St, he got really close to me. I turned to him, and he looked pale and nervous. He leaned in close to me, and I did the same. He tilted his head to the left and I closed my eyes, knowing what would come next. After about ten seconds of my tense anticipation, his soft, plump lips touched mine. I knew I didn't love him, so I tried to pull away. But I couldn't. I had fallen for Armel Romanenko, of all people. We frenched for about 10 minutes. His tongue swum around in my moist mouth. It was soft. He tasted of mint and lime, from the tic tacs he had earlier.
He held tightly onto my hand, as if he never wanted the kiss to end. I didn't either, but I knew we had to stop sometime. So I persuaded my self to pull away. Then I made a huge mistake. "Shall we take this to your house?" I said. Oops. I didn't want to dive in the deep end with any boy straight away, ever. Armel had a strange effect on me. I hoped for him to kindly say no. Instead, he took my hand in his again and we ran to his house.
It was a large detached house, which was very modern looking. We went in and it was silent. His family had gone into the city to do some shopping. "They won't be back for at least 3 hours yet. Make yourself at home. Want a poptart?" "Yes please. Do you have cheese flavour?" "M-hm. It'll be 2 minutes. Go on YouTube and put in Heavy Rotation by AKB48. My laptop's on the coffee table. It's the orange one, not the black one." After an eternity, the laptop loaded. Armel came in with the poptarts just in time for the song to start playing.
After we ate the poptarts, Armel gave me some bubblegum. We began to french ferociously. We rolled off the sofa onto the floor, but we continued to kiss. I felt his hand go up my shirt. I didn't stop him. I realized that I wanted this. I felt his warm hand cup my breast. I began to feel relieved that I asked to come here. I began to feel… different. Then I felt something hard between my legs and I saw a bulge in Armel's jeans.
He led me to his bedroom as he began to unbutton his shirt. We lay on his bed, stripping each other. He took a condom out of a box. I was beginning to feel like I do when I… play with myself, except someone else was making me feel that way. "Are you sure you're ready? I don't wanna hurt you." he asked. I nodded and pleaded, "Please, just do it."
The next half hour was a blur. We made passionate love and I realized that he was truly in love with me. Afterwards, we lay on the bed until we regained our strength. It was then that I felt extremely awkward, and also noticed stains on the bedsheets. "Oh shit." I said. I nodded to the stains on the bed. Armel's face went red and he said, "I guess you were too irresistible. Have you done it before?" "Nope." "Oh my God. We just had our first time with each other. You're amazing, by the way."