Charlotte Gray
Chapter: 1
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"Not a surprise Raito, you scored first again. Wait what? I'm not second?"
Raito's friend took a second look at the score board. He'd always been second to Raito. No matter what, exam scores were written in stone, that Raito was first and his friend was second. But this time, he had been bumped to third. In his place, was a foreign name. Not only was it foreign it was female. Girl almost never made it to the top five, they were too busy trying to wow guys.
There it was, Charlotte Gray, in clear black and white. Number 2.
Raito was not surprise, he had never been out of the first slot since third grade. He was so often there, the school should have just permanently written his name there, to save themselves the trouble of rewriting his name after every exam. But then the Raito's fan girls would have nothing to do. Raito smirked at the selfish thought. But his close friend had never been far behind him, yet somehow this person had snuck up on them like a flash flood.
His friend was bound to get replaced as second soon enough. Raito was surprise it didn't happen sooner.
Taking his attention back to the score board he thought who was this person? He decided it wasn't worth his effort to find out who, it wasn't like they would ever catch up to his first place spot on the podium. He turned around to make his way home, when he was caught off guard by a bizarre girl standing motionlessly a few yards away from the score board.
Her waist long charcoal hair contrasted with her pale white complexion. She had on a thick white jacket, which covered what she was wearing underneath. Her black skirt stopping three inched above her knee. She just stood there, her body facing forward, yet her neck turned sharply toward the score board. Her bright eyes, moving back and forth between the scoreboards trying to find her name among the various classes. They stopped upon her place in second place. Her face stayed emotionless. She sharply took her eyes off the board, and rested it on Raito.
Raito rolled his eyes, and waited for the blush that always came when the girls looked at him intensely like that. Nothing came. The girl's white colorless cheeks stayed pale. A breeze blew by, brushing a few strands of long hair across her face. She took her mittened fingers up, and swept them aside, and tucked them behind her ear gently. She took both hands up to her pale green knitted hat, and pulled it down until it rested right above her eye sight.
"Are you Yagami, Raito?" She asked, her Japanese held an American accent in it. Her voice was a chime that was so soft, a feather would have sounded like a roaring air plane next to her.
Raito nodded, her eyes never blank once, he noticed.
"Are you Charlotte?" He asked, his voice raspy is comparison to hers, he suddenly felt ashamed of it.
She frowned. "Charlotte Gray." She corrected.
"My apologizes." Raito said, his Raito charm filling his temporary blank vocabulary. He smiled a genuine smile. Charlotte's face did not change.
"Congratulations on your test." She muttered, but not in an envious tone. She proved that she was not from around here, most of everyone around here called them exams. Americans called them tests. She turned and walked away slowly, her pace even, and her footstep light.
"What a strange girl." Raito's friend commented when she was too far away to hear. "I mean who wears a jacket that heavy in the spring?"
Raito frowned, he had no idea why, but he felt irritated. "Who wears a shirt that light is the spring?" Raito retorted, staring a whole through his friend's shirt. "You're just jealous that she beat you on the exam." Raito smirked arrogantly.
Raito's friend flustered. "No of course not, I was just saying. She was strange."
"She must have thought you were strange too." Raito replied coolly. Raito's friend decided to not try and argue with Raito. It was a big deal to be considered friends with him. So instead of coming up with a response, he just nodded dumbly.
"Be careful Charlotte, I don't like that Raito boy." The floating figure beside Charlotte warned. It's voice was high and sweet, completely different from Charlotte's soft but dead tone, and unusually uncommon for a female of its kind, who's voices was normally deeper.
"I was just congratulating him, no need to get worried Peace." I said back, in my normal feathery monotone voice. Peace stared down at me, her face blank.
"I know, just be careful is all I'm saying. I felt slightly uncomfortable when your future mingled into the same path as his." Peace explained, her chalky white face frowned impossibly, without making a single wrinkle.
"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on mingling, my future with him. I already know who I was going to be with..." I responded. The corners of my mouth tingling, I wanted to bring the tips of my naturally red lips into a smile. They refused to turn up.
The sun was shining brightly, to brightly if you asked me. I reached up and repulled my hat down pass my ears. It was sixty-eight degrees. Warm supposedly. I felt freezing. I made my way into my house.
"I'm home" I announced to literally no one, because no one else lived here. I turned up the heat to eighty five, just the temperature I liked. Not to warm not to cold. Peace left my side, and slowly floated her way to the kitchen. She helped herself to the variety of neatly placed apples on the table. I leaped onto the couch, and pulled out the old basket from underneath the couch. My mind went numb, as my fingers worked away on the needled yarn. Soon I would have a gray hat. Ironic because my last name was Gray.
The next day, I did my routine. Brush my teeth, and pulled on a heavy jacket. I was going to have to face sixty degree breezes today. I pulled my new gray knit hat out from under the couch. I stayed up late finishing it yesterday. I pulled it over my strait smooth hair.
The only thing different about today was, instead of the street greeting me this morning, it was a group of huddled girls in short school skirts, and white blouses. I blinked boredly. The girls in the back ushered a twig like girl, who was cowering in the back, up to me. Her face was bright. She gulped audibly.
"Listen. New girl, we just wanted to let you know. Raito-Kun is ours, just because you're new doesn't mean he likes you. He was just being nice. Her treat was as vacant as my expression. I didn't want them to ruin my morning before I even had to face the cold weather. I pushed forward, breaking through their feeble defense. I it wasn't hard, they all backed away when I came close to touching them. It was like a magnetic effect. Like how the south pole doesn't even need to touch the other south pole, it just backs away.
I ignored them as a few of them followed me to school, and as I went to my locker. As I went to homeroom, the girls that were in that time period with me, sat a desk away from me, continuing that vicious glare. After homeroom, I didn't see them for the rest of the day. I had a deep suspicion that it was because none of them were smart enough to get into the classes.
Then it happened. Right after lunch break in my English lit class which was a piece of cake for me because English was my native language. Raito was in almost all my classes, except Trig. English was one of the classes he was in. He sat near the window. I sat near the back.
Peace felt it's presence before Raito could even see it touch the floor. Peace tugged my arm, and pointed outside. At first I didn't see it, but as I followed Raito's bored eyes, I soon picked up on the black notebook as it floated down to touch earth. Maybe I was just imagination it, but I felt a deep sense of guilty fear touch my subconciance.
Raito at that time picked his head off the palm of his hand, and looked directly at it with interest. I wasn't going to do anything. I didn't want to be selfish, but without Raito picking up that simple black piece of paper, I would never reach my goal in life.
So in truth, I was the most selfish person on earth right now. I was willing to give up innocent human lives so I could attempt to be happy. This time I was sure I wasn't imaging it, I felt a rush of guilt. It was me shudder with shame.
After class ended, I bit my lip as Raito made his way to the grassy lawn and pick up the deadliest weapon in human history; not that humans have recorded such an existence of a thing. At first he flipped through it, and flipped back to the front page. He read, his face lifted with disbelief. But he kept it anyways. I sighed a breath of relief.
Human's deadliest game was about to begin.
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