Brionee
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In this, Artemis is post-TTP, although he's still in school for some reason. I'm not sure why, just bear with me here. He may be a little OOC at times. This is A/OC, just to warn you.
Two years before, Bri had laughed at her friend Terra's complaining phone call from Texas.
"But, Bribri! I miss you all! Can you believe that I can't even use the internet here? It's in the middle of nowhere!"
Brionee Ware laughed. "Ter, you're just socialsick. It'll pass. Before long, you'll have friends at school, and you'll be perfectly fine."
Brionee was socialsick now. They had not installed internet modems into their creaky old house yet, and she couldn't find her cell.
Well, maybe it wasn't that old... but it had no internet connection. That was pretty much Bri's definition of hell. No facebook, myspace, gaia, not even her vampire freaks account had worked. And she hadn't used that since the Twilight craze had started. Hell.
"Bri, get down here! We need to register you to school!"
Brionee sighed as she trudged down the stairs to appease her mother. Carolyn Ware eyed Bri's outfit with distaste. "Hon, why don't you wear some normal clothes for once?"
Bri looked down at her red ICP t-shirt, her skull decorated jacket, her artfully ripped jeans, and her black converse sneakers. What's wrong with this? she thought. She shrugged and took a hairbrush out of her skull-themed purse, brushing her straight black hair. It fell to her shoulders and framed her face, highlighting her green, eyeliner-rimmed eyes.
Bri didn't always dress this way, of course. She tried to pick a different style each day. Yesterday had been sene. Today, she had meshed goth and emo due to difficulties in deciding what to wear. Who knew? Maybe tomorrow, she would just be herself. Normal, jeans-and-a-teeshirt Brionee.
Bri sighed as she climbed into the front seat of her mother's Mercedes, trying not to pay attention to her as she primped her wavy blonde hair and checked her red lipstick in the mirror. Rich they may be, but morning rush habits tended to stick with you after living as a normal-income, New York, mother-and-daughter family for eight years.
As they pulled out and her mother steered the car up the road, Bri once again marveled at the massive mansion that stood atop the hill to her right on their way to town. The place was an architect's dream. The exact type of place that Bri would have sketched, had she been holding her art pad and a charcoal pencil. She still had no idea who lived there, but it was obviously someone filthy rich.
It was just as this thought had entered her mind that the gates slid open, and a shiny Bently pulled out behind them, heading in the same direction. The windows were tinted to be very dark, and allowed no glimpse into it. Darn, she thought. If only...
The car continued to follow them all the way to the school. Bri's eyes widened as it pulled into the drop-off area behind them. There was a kid in there?!
The front driver's side opened, and a gigantic man in a black suit stepped out, his eyes scouring the area for threats. His eyes landed on her for a few seconds before skipping to the other students being left at the school. He seemed to find the threat level satisfactory, because he went to one of the rear doors and opened it for someone.
The boy that stepped out looked younger than her by at least a year, but his piercing blue eyes told of deep knowledge. He had seen things that many people her age had never even dreamt of.
Stupid, she thought as she tore her gaze away from him. He had locked eyes with her. Creep people out by staring on your first day, why don't you.
She sighed as her mother called out a quick "Bye!" and drove off, leaving Brionee to enter the school on her own. She sucked in a deep breath and marched into the school, leaving the boy and his icy gaze behind her.