NOTE: Hey, Even though this is posted under the X-Men: Evolution category
this is not an evo. fic. I just felt like using the x-men as kids because
my perty little character is supposed to be in that "age frame thingy".
Tanks
Disclaimer: Yeah there not mine but Haydin is! Yup, I'm special like that!
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Hi, I'm Haydin.
Up until about a week ago I led a pretty average life. School, chores, an over protective Mom, an annoying little brother. Average. Cause, you see about a week ago I wasn't a demon freak.
Anyway...getting ahead of myself. My day started out normal. I woke up, showered, pulled on a T-shirt with one of my favorite quotes on it "Just be glad I'm not your kid!", a comfy pair of jeans, and made my way down stairs.See? Normal. Downstairs I ran around looking for my favorite pair of combat boots and bookbag all at the same time. I fought my brother for the last piece of toast and guzzled orange juice while my Mom yelled at me about the purple hair dye stains in the bathroom sink.
At this point I bet your thinking "this girl isn't that normal...." Yeah well I'm the type of kid you tell your kids to stay away from. But I'm not that bad! Really! I'm not! I don't smoke or drink or any of it! Trust me if you've seen half the things I have you wouldn't either. But that doesn't mean my friends don't. Anyway back to the story.
At this point I was very late and running out the door for my lovely walk to school...did I mention I had forgotten my coat? Bet I also didn't mention IT WAS FREAKIN' JANUARY! Yay! Funness! About twenty minutes later when I got to school...well lets just say my skin matched my hair... It was at this point I practically mugged my friend Kevin for his hoodie and then proceeded to shiver until the bell for first period rang.
I managed to trudged my way through another fun filled day at Grove High. When the final bell rang I got to sprint down the hall in hopes to get to my locker before my blonde ever-so-happy-cheerleader locker partner got there along with her "fan club". No Such Luck. You see I don't seem to be on lady lucks good side today...or ever. I mean its ok that I didn't get into the art class I wanted, and it's ok that the only period I have with my friends is lunch. I can deal with that. But what I can't deal with is that I had to be absent the day they assign lockers which means I get suck with Kimberly Day. If ever there was a cheerleader stereo type it was her.
That also means I get to stand against the lockers for an hour while she and EVERY OTHER BLONDE IN THE SCHOOL crowd around my locker. Ok... so maybe I'm exaggerating a little but still I'm allowed. All I want out of my locker is my bookbag and my extra hoodie (Kevin had taken his back, much to my dismay, during lunch grrr). But do I even have a chance to get those things and go? Nooooo, of course not. I get to suffer while the entire pack of them crowd around my locker while the princess stares in the mirror and flips her ponytail yacking on and on about nothing, nothing at all.
After I shoved my way through the bubble gum brigade and got my stuff. I had another fun filled trek into the ice filled world that is New Jersey in January. Or as I like to put it HELL! That was until I heard a car horn beep. Man I love my friends! Scratch that I love Jace's stepfathers credit card. For all those out there that don't get it. JACE HAS A CAR= Very cold Haydin gets ride in warm car! YAY! After I managed to cram my way into the back seat. Which means I was practically laying across the other three people in the back seat.
Ok, right about now I'm gunna tell you who's in the car so you don't get confused. Ok? Ok. Jace was driving, Duh. He's our local "rich kid" I guess you could say if you ignored the lime green dred locks and the eyebrow ring. Kevin was in the passenger seat. He's I guess a "goth": long black hair, black hoodie, jeans, combat boots, and eyeliner. Yeah he's a little weird but what can I say he's really really hot. Not that I would tell him. EVER. In the back seat besides me. Was Ann, Mouse, and Deni. Ann's a punky, skinny, kid. She's Kev's little sister. Never mind that they're twins or anything. The only reason we say she's his "little" sister is she's about five inches shorter than me. I'm 5'5". Everyone else is taller than me. Ick. Mouse is the shortest guy. He's a few inches taller than me and has a major obsession with The Matrix. Mouse, Get it? Ha Ha. Blue hair, coke bottle glasses, nothing special. Deni's Jace's girlfriend. She's the type of girl with the thigh-high fishnets and long long long black hair. The second "goth" of our little group. Yup my friends. Yippee Frickin' Skippy.
Entering Story Land: please keep all limbs within the authors scope at all times.
"Running late?" that was Jace in his infinite wisdom
"No shit Sherlock" and Kevin in his
"Boys!" ah! Now Deni pipes up only to then hit Jace in the back of the head so he'd actually look at the road.
All the while poor little Haydin is being kicked shoved and poked because I'm the one practically sitting on people and they keep MOVING. It was at this fun filled time in my life that Ann (who was in the middle by the way) decided to sit up lean over me and fiddle with the radio. URG! If that wasn't bad enough the horrid sound of Blink 182 filled the air. GOD HELP ME! The entire car erupted in cries for the radio to be turned off which, Thank GOD, it was only to be replaces with Jace's SOAD CD. Ok, this I can deal with this. Ok long story short we finally made it to my house and Kevin, Ann and I all piled out of the car and into my house.
I immediately dropped my bag next to the door and ran down the hall to the kitchen. FOOD! Pouncing on the fridge I flung open the freezer and pulled out the gallon of strawberry ice-cream in the fridge. Ice-cream is my beloved friend. Kevin and Ann just stared as I sat on the stool next to the counter and pigged out on strawberry creamy goodness. I smiled sheepishly and told them to sit down
"I need ice cream after a day like today"
"Oh! You mean like when you tried to rape me in the hall way" Grrr Bad brain bad do not need mental pictures bad...
"Mug you is more like it. I forgot my coat and I wanted your hoodie. And its not rape if you want it" Did I just say that?! Nevermind bad brain! BAD MOUTH!
"Not in some courts, This is America." Oh great I say something stupid and Ann has to go and get technical.
PAIN! Ow! Clutching my head I whimpered as intense brain numbing pain shot through my temples. Urgh! Not Again! For the last week I've been getting these stupid headaches.
"Haydin?!"
"Haydin! You ok?!" NO I'M NOT OK!
"Y-yeah I'm fine, Headache... Maybe you guys should go home I think I'm gunna go lay down."
To say the least I went to my room and after shoving my brothers stupid dog off my bed (I hate dogs) I changed and laid down. I'm guessing I passed out cause I dont remember a thing untill my brother came into my room. Which means Bam! My door slams against the wall and I land on the floor trying to get my heart to start again.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" Besides giving poor little me a heat attack!
"Mom said to look in on you your boyfriend said you didn't look very good."
"One he's NOT my boyfriend And two giving me a heart attack isn't going to help me now is it?!"
"Whatever...dinners ready and Mom said do your homework."
"Isn't that nice Zachariah but get OUT of MY room" Grr I also hate brothers.
"Freak"
"Prep"
"Dork"
"Real original"
I got up and shoved him out of my room and slammed the door. "DON'T SLAM DOORS" I also have a problem with mothers now that I think about it... I skipped dinner and went back to sleep making sure to turn my stereo up so as to block out annoying mothers and little brothers.
But I really wished I had also locked my door.
I woke up to one of my fun filled headaches. No scratch that. I woke up BECAUSE of the PAIN throbbing in my forehead. I woke up to blood. Lots and lots of blood. And Screaming...but it was my screaming. I fell out of bed clutching my forehead. I could swear my forehead has exploded outwards. Owies! Stumbling to the mirror I clutched at my dresser as I stared at the image presented to me. Horns...Black horns, growing out of my forehead. I looked like a devil. And the fact that all of this was in black and white did not help... Nor the fact that my eyes were completely black... I was a colorblind bleeding demon freak.
And I passed out.
Disclaimer: Yeah there not mine but Haydin is! Yup, I'm special like that!
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Hi, I'm Haydin.
Up until about a week ago I led a pretty average life. School, chores, an over protective Mom, an annoying little brother. Average. Cause, you see about a week ago I wasn't a demon freak.
Anyway...getting ahead of myself. My day started out normal. I woke up, showered, pulled on a T-shirt with one of my favorite quotes on it "Just be glad I'm not your kid!", a comfy pair of jeans, and made my way down stairs.See? Normal. Downstairs I ran around looking for my favorite pair of combat boots and bookbag all at the same time. I fought my brother for the last piece of toast and guzzled orange juice while my Mom yelled at me about the purple hair dye stains in the bathroom sink.
At this point I bet your thinking "this girl isn't that normal...." Yeah well I'm the type of kid you tell your kids to stay away from. But I'm not that bad! Really! I'm not! I don't smoke or drink or any of it! Trust me if you've seen half the things I have you wouldn't either. But that doesn't mean my friends don't. Anyway back to the story.
At this point I was very late and running out the door for my lovely walk to school...did I mention I had forgotten my coat? Bet I also didn't mention IT WAS FREAKIN' JANUARY! Yay! Funness! About twenty minutes later when I got to school...well lets just say my skin matched my hair... It was at this point I practically mugged my friend Kevin for his hoodie and then proceeded to shiver until the bell for first period rang.
I managed to trudged my way through another fun filled day at Grove High. When the final bell rang I got to sprint down the hall in hopes to get to my locker before my blonde ever-so-happy-cheerleader locker partner got there along with her "fan club". No Such Luck. You see I don't seem to be on lady lucks good side today...or ever. I mean its ok that I didn't get into the art class I wanted, and it's ok that the only period I have with my friends is lunch. I can deal with that. But what I can't deal with is that I had to be absent the day they assign lockers which means I get suck with Kimberly Day. If ever there was a cheerleader stereo type it was her.
That also means I get to stand against the lockers for an hour while she and EVERY OTHER BLONDE IN THE SCHOOL crowd around my locker. Ok... so maybe I'm exaggerating a little but still I'm allowed. All I want out of my locker is my bookbag and my extra hoodie (Kevin had taken his back, much to my dismay, during lunch grrr). But do I even have a chance to get those things and go? Nooooo, of course not. I get to suffer while the entire pack of them crowd around my locker while the princess stares in the mirror and flips her ponytail yacking on and on about nothing, nothing at all.
After I shoved my way through the bubble gum brigade and got my stuff. I had another fun filled trek into the ice filled world that is New Jersey in January. Or as I like to put it HELL! That was until I heard a car horn beep. Man I love my friends! Scratch that I love Jace's stepfathers credit card. For all those out there that don't get it. JACE HAS A CAR= Very cold Haydin gets ride in warm car! YAY! After I managed to cram my way into the back seat. Which means I was practically laying across the other three people in the back seat.
Ok, right about now I'm gunna tell you who's in the car so you don't get confused. Ok? Ok. Jace was driving, Duh. He's our local "rich kid" I guess you could say if you ignored the lime green dred locks and the eyebrow ring. Kevin was in the passenger seat. He's I guess a "goth": long black hair, black hoodie, jeans, combat boots, and eyeliner. Yeah he's a little weird but what can I say he's really really hot. Not that I would tell him. EVER. In the back seat besides me. Was Ann, Mouse, and Deni. Ann's a punky, skinny, kid. She's Kev's little sister. Never mind that they're twins or anything. The only reason we say she's his "little" sister is she's about five inches shorter than me. I'm 5'5". Everyone else is taller than me. Ick. Mouse is the shortest guy. He's a few inches taller than me and has a major obsession with The Matrix. Mouse, Get it? Ha Ha. Blue hair, coke bottle glasses, nothing special. Deni's Jace's girlfriend. She's the type of girl with the thigh-high fishnets and long long long black hair. The second "goth" of our little group. Yup my friends. Yippee Frickin' Skippy.
Entering Story Land: please keep all limbs within the authors scope at all times.
"Running late?" that was Jace in his infinite wisdom
"No shit Sherlock" and Kevin in his
"Boys!" ah! Now Deni pipes up only to then hit Jace in the back of the head so he'd actually look at the road.
All the while poor little Haydin is being kicked shoved and poked because I'm the one practically sitting on people and they keep MOVING. It was at this fun filled time in my life that Ann (who was in the middle by the way) decided to sit up lean over me and fiddle with the radio. URG! If that wasn't bad enough the horrid sound of Blink 182 filled the air. GOD HELP ME! The entire car erupted in cries for the radio to be turned off which, Thank GOD, it was only to be replaces with Jace's SOAD CD. Ok, this I can deal with this. Ok long story short we finally made it to my house and Kevin, Ann and I all piled out of the car and into my house.
I immediately dropped my bag next to the door and ran down the hall to the kitchen. FOOD! Pouncing on the fridge I flung open the freezer and pulled out the gallon of strawberry ice-cream in the fridge. Ice-cream is my beloved friend. Kevin and Ann just stared as I sat on the stool next to the counter and pigged out on strawberry creamy goodness. I smiled sheepishly and told them to sit down
"I need ice cream after a day like today"
"Oh! You mean like when you tried to rape me in the hall way" Grrr Bad brain bad do not need mental pictures bad...
"Mug you is more like it. I forgot my coat and I wanted your hoodie. And its not rape if you want it" Did I just say that?! Nevermind bad brain! BAD MOUTH!
"Not in some courts, This is America." Oh great I say something stupid and Ann has to go and get technical.
PAIN! Ow! Clutching my head I whimpered as intense brain numbing pain shot through my temples. Urgh! Not Again! For the last week I've been getting these stupid headaches.
"Haydin?!"
"Haydin! You ok?!" NO I'M NOT OK!
"Y-yeah I'm fine, Headache... Maybe you guys should go home I think I'm gunna go lay down."
To say the least I went to my room and after shoving my brothers stupid dog off my bed (I hate dogs) I changed and laid down. I'm guessing I passed out cause I dont remember a thing untill my brother came into my room. Which means Bam! My door slams against the wall and I land on the floor trying to get my heart to start again.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" Besides giving poor little me a heat attack!
"Mom said to look in on you your boyfriend said you didn't look very good."
"One he's NOT my boyfriend And two giving me a heart attack isn't going to help me now is it?!"
"Whatever...dinners ready and Mom said do your homework."
"Isn't that nice Zachariah but get OUT of MY room" Grr I also hate brothers.
"Freak"
"Prep"
"Dork"
"Real original"
I got up and shoved him out of my room and slammed the door. "DON'T SLAM DOORS" I also have a problem with mothers now that I think about it... I skipped dinner and went back to sleep making sure to turn my stereo up so as to block out annoying mothers and little brothers.
But I really wished I had also locked my door.
I woke up to one of my fun filled headaches. No scratch that. I woke up BECAUSE of the PAIN throbbing in my forehead. I woke up to blood. Lots and lots of blood. And Screaming...but it was my screaming. I fell out of bed clutching my forehead. I could swear my forehead has exploded outwards. Owies! Stumbling to the mirror I clutched at my dresser as I stared at the image presented to me. Horns...Black horns, growing out of my forehead. I looked like a devil. And the fact that all of this was in black and white did not help... Nor the fact that my eyes were completely black... I was a colorblind bleeding demon freak.
And I passed out.