I know the beginning is kind of...slow, but it gets more interesting.
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There is one girl...one girl who has encountered everything evil, everything horrid.
Going into the world of Suri means stepping into death and secrets untold; a powerful being able to kill anyone and anything, pasts left unsaid, and loved non returned.
Welcome.
Light filtered through the windows, highlighting the dust particles in the air, and the girl tossing and turning in her bed. Bronzed hair glowed orange; her light eyes snapped open, and the girl shot up in bed. 'Get yourself together, Suri.' She thought to herself. 'No longer is that your life.'
Groaning, she let her weight fall back onto the bed as flashes of her past flew through her head. The light blue eye beauty buried her face in a pillow, holding back tears. She didn't want to go back to sleep, she knew what would happen -- nightmares: blood, death, drugs, rape… She didn't need to live it a second time.
Suri sighed and got up, walked into her connecting bathroom, and undressed. She tilted her head to the side, examining herself. She had a clean, clear face, and a beauty mark on her right cheek; a dimple on the right side of her mouth, directly below her beauty mark. She had blue-gray eyes, that changed color to her mood. Her hair was a medium/light brown, that had natural orange, bronze and dirty blonde highlights in the sun.
Five long, raised scars ran from her left shoulder to a little pass her right hip. Wincing, she forced herself not to think on how that happened. Another scar ran from her left hip, to little pass her bellybutton. 'Cancer.' she thought to herself.
Her piercings and tattoo's made her stand out in a crowd of fourteen-year-olds, though she was thirteen. A yellow-orange sun circled her bellybutton; her left hip held the script 'Killing Perfection'; the inside of her right thigh had a blood red tear drop, and her ankle had a perfect crescent moon: milky silver with a black lining. On each of her wrists were two polar opposites: fire, and ice. Her left had a blue-white intricately designed snowflake, while her right had a flame - similar to Avatar's fire nation symbol. Her final 'tattoo' was a pair of angel wings. They were on her left shoulder blade, and she knew it shimmered silver in the sun.
She had all of her right ear pierced, up and down. Her tongue was also pierced, a spiky green and black ball.
Whenever people saw these…'tattoo's', and piercings they thought she was a punk, or a rebel. Well, they were wrong on both accounts, because not only was she not a punk, these were not tattoos. They were simple markings. After she made a significant kill, they just showed up. Her personal favorite, was the writing. She got that after killing her parent's murderer, and she was glad she did.
Suri's eyes flashed with malice, and she licked her lips, imagining what his blood tasted like. Boy, was it was good. She sighed. To bad he was dead.
Shrugging, she hopped into the lukewarm water, coming out from the shower head above. Suri hummed softly, which turned into singing.
Sometimes life seems too quiet
Into paralyzing silence
Like the moonless dark
Meant to make me strong
Familiar breath of my old lies
Changed the color in my eyes
Soon he will perforate the fabric of the peaceful by and by
Sorrow lasts through this night
I'll take this piece of you
And hope for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me
Left alone with only reflections of the memory
To face the ugly girl that's smothering me
Sitting closer than my pain
He knew each tear before it came
Soon He will perforate the fabric of the peaceful by and by
Sorrow last through this night
I'll take this piece of You
And hope for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As You flew right through me
And we kiss each other one more time
And sing this lie that's halfway mine
The sword is slicing through the question
So I won't be fooled by his angel light
Sorrow lasts through this night
I'll take this piece of you
And hope for all eternity
For just one second I felt whole
As you flew right through me
And up into the stars
Joy will come
She sang, the last three words a scream. It was a song she had just written called Sorrow. She was going to present it to her band today, after school.
She stepped out of the shower and all seemed all blur after that. Getting dressed, eating breakfast, getting ready for school.
After putting on her black lace bra, and boy shorts, Suri threw on a tight maroon polo, and a tight kaki skirt that went to about mid thigh, before if flared off with creases, resting just bellow her knees. Her belt was brown leather and had a big belt buckle on the front that was a peace sign. She put her hair in a simply low ponytail and threw on her light pink, and light green high top Converse.
Scowling she thought grumpily 'Dumb dress code.' All schools had dress code, but her school had uniforms. They weren't the ones you could buy from the school either. Nope. You had to shop for them yourself. It had to consist of a white, gray, or maroon polo shirt. They weren't suppose to have any graphics or designs on them, but most ignored that rule. To the ones who did, the pictures were never big. Just a little symbol in the corner. The bottoms were either a skirt, shorts, or pants; colors being kaki or navy blue. Your shoes weren't suppose to be open in the front, nor back. If you had belt loops, you had to wear a belt, and there were colors for that too, but no one paid any more attention to that, then to the fact that jackets weren't allowed on in class, or that your shoes had to be a certain color. You also had to have your shirt tucked in, but that's why Suri always brought a jacket, so she never had to tuck in her shirt. Her jacket was a simple black zip-down hoodie.
She glanced at the clock every few seconds before leaving at 6:35 a.m. If she left earlier, she felt weird, but that was the disadvantage of OCD.
The ten minutes of walking passed by quickly, and soon her bus arrived. Walking up the steps, she took her assigned seat, number three, which was second from the front. She pulled out her iPod, and turned up the volume, blocking out all noise. The bus stopped at three more places, letting the kids from 1st to 8th grade aboard.
Scowling, Suri ignored the small beings calling her name. 'I hate kids.' She thought unhappily.
Thirteen minutes passed - she had been watching her watch - before the large, yellow bus pulled into the long curved lane that was the bus loop. Suri stood before anyone else, walked off first, and with a cold face, headed toward the school building. Overlooking the young kids surrounding her, Suri hauled open the first door to the school, before walking a short ways, and opening another glass door. Stepping into the cafeteria, she took notice of the people in there. It was cold out, 56.7 F - she had made sure to remember. As always, the only people were Black and Spanish, plus the ghetto white people, or just the wannabes.
Suri wasn't racist, no not at all, it just happen that she told a lot of racists jokes, and at times could be a bit stereotypical. But, never was there a white person - excluding the 'ghetto' ones - that went inside before the bell rang; unless it was raining…or pouring, and even then, they usually just hid under the cement roof near the office. And sometimes, they just got an umbrella, usually from herself and/or Maya, and waited it out.
She was startled out of her thoughts when a female's voice reached her.
"Good morning," Katie said.
Suri looked down at her and smiled. She hadn't noticed that she was still walking, and was already in the semi-middle of the courtyard. Focusing her attention back to the girl, Suri took notice of what Katie was wearing. Katie was a short girl, 4'9, but it made no difference. Suri herself was 5'3 or 5'4. Katie had light brown hair with dyed blonde bangs. She had light brown eyes and was half Spanish - Honduran - though she was easily mistaken for white. Much like Suri, Katie was wearing a maroon collared shirt, and a kaki skirt - it stopped a little passed her mid thigh, - but her belt was a regular one: white with black piano keys on it.
Opening her arms, she hugged the Katie and said, "Morning."
Looking up from her place against Suri, Katie said, "I love you."
"I love you."
"I love joo."
"I love jew."
"I love Jews?"
"I love Jew! Ha! Get it?" Suri asked, referring to that fact the she was Jewish…well, half anyway. And even though she was only half Jewish, she honored her mom's side of the family by wearing a simple silver chain, with a sliver and amethyst Star of David. "And yes, you do love Jews. All Jews."
"Oh, I love Jews…expect Dylan."
Laughing softly, Suri shook her head. Dylan was also half Jewish and most could swear he came to school high everyday. He was always so loopy, and 'duhhh.'
She jumped lightly when she felt arms wrap around her shoulders from behind. Looking up she gave the 5' 11 male behind her a smile. "Hello there."
"Yo," the 'Latino' as he called himself, said. He was wearing a maroon polo shirt and kaki shorts, that went a little passed his knees, and his belt was blue and black. He had on a pair of shoes Suri didn't know the name of, but the looked similar to Jordan's and were black and red.
Narrowing her eyes, Suri replied, "Hey, that's my word," but he didn't say anything, simply continued to hug her. Gray eyes rolled in annoyance, directed at the male called Alex. Though his real name was Alejandro; he was Venezuelan. He, too, had light brown hair which glowed gold in the sun; Suri gave him the nickname Goldy Locks. He had light brown eyes, that had the slightest hint of green. A little bit of acne was on his cheeks, but that didn't stop him from dating almost every girl in 'The Group.'
'The Group' wasn't that popular gang where the people in it thought they were better than you, no, not at all. Though they were popular, everyone knew them, they weren't stuck up. 'The Group' was made up of several people, including: Katie, Alex, Suri, Maya, Angie (Angela,) Jacky, Deion, Jordy, Anugya, Heather and Taylor. There were more, but those were the main ones.
Okay…maybe not most of the girls, but some of them. In sixth grade it was Katie, in seventh it was Anugya, then in the summer between seventh and eighth was Heather. When they started school back up in eighth grade, he started dating a slut name Aixa. She was Spanish - Argentinean - and they were always making out. It was disgusting. After a month or so, you could tell that Alex was no longer happy with her, so Suri and her friends decided to encourage him to break up with her.
And break up with he did; it was sudden. They were walking hand-and-hand to class, with 'The Group' in front of them, when Alex stopped her, and told her it was over.
Several months later Alex started dating Angie, and at first, Suri was against it. But soon, she saw that Angie wasn't just another girl. He actually did love her, and Suri respected that. Unlike all the other girls, they were still friends, they could still talk about stuff and not feel awkward or get pissed. They still flirted, and they were both fun loving. Plus, Angie didn't get mad when Alex hugged other girls; in fact, she found it amusing sometimes.
[Angie was ahead them; Suri and Alex walked slowly out the doors that led to the outside and their fifth period in the block portables. A girl came up and hugged Alex, and he hugged back. Once he let go, they continued walking until Suri asked, "Did you even know her?"
Alex laughed and ran his hand through his hair; from his neck to forehead, backwards. "No."
The gray eyed girl shook her head in a laughing manner.]
Coming back from her memories, Suri noticed Maya standing in front of her. Maya was 5'9, black, and skinny. She was wearing a white collared shirt with navy blue capris' a see through, pink plastic belt was wrapped around her pants. They called her an Oreo; black on the outside, white on the inside. Maya opened her arms knowing Suri wanted a hug, and she was right. Once done, Suri glanced around the courtyard, mainly near the door that led to the inside, right near the office. She saw Angie coming and stepped away from the group. Suri was always the first one to greet her.
They both paused to say 'Hi' and 'Hey' as they hugged. Angie then walked up to Alex and gave him a hug and kiss.
"Hey, is Jacky coming today?"
Angie turned in Alex's arms and replied to Maya's question. "Yeah. Her bus is probably late."
Maya nodded in acknowledgment.
Angie, or as Suri sometimes called her Angbie, was also short. About 4'11, or 5'0. She had braces like Alex, but it didn't take away from her beauty. She had thin, currently straight, black hair that fell to her shoulders, and her bangs were swept over her left eye. Her eyes were dark brown, and sometimes, you couldn't tell the difference between her iris, and pupil. She also was Spanish: Colombian. She had a Marilyn Monroe mole, expect hers was on her left cheek. She was skinny, but not overly so; she found it an insult if you called her so. She wore a gray polo shirt and kaki skinny pants; her shoes we slip on, all white Vans.
They continued to talk until the 7:20 bell rang; the first bell. Angie, Alex, Katie, Suri, and Anugya all had the same class to start off this day. Second block, Mrs. Gardner, Language Arts. They all loved her…well, not all, Katie and Anugya didn't like her, for some reason. But she was cool: she let them cuss, and only gave them a look. She also 'ignored' them when they were being perverted, which was often. "I have four boys," was what she would always say to them.
They walked up one of the outside stairs, and Suri looked up to see if a teacher was there or not. 'Good,' she thought. 'He's not there, so I don't have to take out my I.D.' They all had I.D's, but Suri rarely wore hers - she found it pointless.
Ignoring her friends laughing and chatting, she walked ahead of them to stand by the door of her first class that day. They all went to their usual places; Angie and the just-shown-up Jacky leaning on the wall next to the door, - Jacky didn't have this class now, but waited with them - Suri in front of them; Katie and Anugya were a few feet away, leaning near the double doors that were place in the middle of the hall way. Taylor, Heather, and Maksuda were near them.
Seven or eight minutes passed before Mrs. Gardner showed up. She was always 'late.' Suri and her friends never saw it as late though, seeing as she always came at this time. The teacher walked into her class, and shut the door, leaving them to wait, as always. Mrs. Gardner had dyed red-orange hair, and was a little shorter than Alex; she had a bit of a southern accent.
When their teacher opened the door again, they all piled in, going to their 'assigned seats.' some people moved from the original seats - Angie, Deion, Jordy, and Taylor. The way the desks were organized was kind of shaped like ¾ of a box; on one side there was only two rows. They one closest to the back had four seats. The seat closest to the door was empty, then sat Alex, then Deion, then Jordy. In the row in front of them sat Angie, Suri, John, and Taylor, in that order. Directly down from Taylor, in a line was Joe, then Katie and Chase. Down the line from Katie was Anugya and Dylan. All the rows behind Dylan and Anugya were empty since the rest of the eighth grade gifted Language Arts class was in Mrs. Gardner's first block.
As always, everyone started talking. Anugya and Katie; Alex and Angie; Deion and Jordy.
"Are you okay?"
Glancing at Angie, Suri replied in a quiet voice, "Of course. Why would something be wrong?"
The Colombian shrugged, "You seem kinda down."
Suri considered telling Angie about her nightmares. The girl knew she didn't sleep often, but only because of the signs: irritable, lazy, easy to anger; most - guys - thought it was 'Mother Nature' but the females knew better. They could tell.
Waving it off, Suri replied, "Nightmares."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"I doubt you want to hear about my night terrors," Suri scoffed.
Angie put her hand on Suri's arm. "Tell me."
She blew her loose bangs away from her eyes. "Okay…You asked for it."