So, not my first story, but be nice all the same. Any kind of review is appreciated, but constructive criticism is best.
One and only Disclaimer- I will not repeat myself. I do not own anyone in this story except for Shayla and the plot.
Out there There's a world outside of Yonkers! Way out there beyond this hick town Barnaby There's a Slick town Barnaby! Out there! Full of shi-
An angry hand shot out from underneath a pile of tangled bedclothes and groped around for the source of the blaring showtunes. Finding the trackpad of the open laptop on a wooden nightstand, the spidery appendage smacked the space bar, turning off the music.
The tangled pile of purple and grey fabric shifted as a tousled curtain of dark chocolate hair appeared in a vertical position. The sleepy figure rolled out of bed and fell to the floor, feet still entrapped in the sheets.
"Damn sheets. Can't ever stay tucked in." Standing up, the person grumbled all the way to the bathroom, leaving the house in pitch darkness as they traveled. Arriving at the desired destination, the fluorescent lights fluttered to life, throwing the sleep deprived face into sharp relief.
Green eyes, impossibly wide in a porcelain face, were dream-filled still, not having attained the look of sharp focus and determination that usually filled the haunting irises. Her nose was a normal nose, but slightly buttonish, never growing out of that particular baby trait. Her lips were beautifully shaped, forming a perfect Cupid's bow. The only thing that marred her impossible beauty were the piercings. Her two snakebites were limegreen and the piercing through her eyebrow had its usual rainbow hue. Her left ear was lined with piercings, a total of ten on that ear alone. Her right ear had less, only claiming six.
She stretched her arms up and began brushing out her long dark hair, readying herself for the day. Half an hour later she emerged from the bathroom, completely dressed. Her black skinny jeans were tucked into turquoise ankle boots, no heel of course. She would fall flat on her face. A white studded belt was slung low over her hips, and a vibrant purple tunic was draped effortlessly over her torso. Her kohl-rimmed eyes stood ut in her face, the forest green the only stand out color in an otherwise neutral face. Her hair was up in a braid, with thick chocolate bangs sweeping over her forehead and nearly masking her left eye. A bright pink barrette sealed the neon deal.
She strutted through the house, dawn lightening things enough for her to maneuver around the empty cans and bottles in her living room. She came upon a sleeping figure on the couch, and kissed it lightly on the forehead.
"Goodbye, Mother." Snatching her messenger bag and a black cardigan from the floor by the door, she left the boozeaddled home, waving the bus down.
She put her headphones in and turned up her music, not wishing to be disturbed for the 30 minute ride into the city for school.
As soon as she got off the bus, a voice screeched over the din. "SHAYLA! SHAYLA!" She turned, facing the tan torpedo that had launched itself at her. Giggling, she patted the other girl on the head lightly. "Hey Miaka." She was taller than the other girl by a few inches, because of her American blood. "Whatcha doing up this early? Your school doesn't start for another hour."
"I wanted to have breakfast with you! Since I only live a few minutes away and you have to ride the bus for so long…" Miaka's face looked up at Shayla as her stomach growled loudly. Shayla sweatdropped. "You got it Miaka. Lots of breakfast coming up!" Flinging her arm around Miaka's shoulders, they waltzed off to find food.
Shayla sat across from Miaka at a local restaurant, her plate half full, while Miaka's was already empty. "Yes I'll share with you. So what are you doing this afternoon? I'm free. My evening class was canceled so I'm done at 4."
Miaka tapped her chin with chopsticks. "I have to go to the library this afternoon. I have a test in history. High school is so hard…" She pouted. "Why can't I go to art school with you?"
"Cause Miaka. You wanted to go to high school with Yui. And because you're a terrible artist." She stuck her tongue out at the smaller girl.
She pulled out her phone to check the time. "Shit! I gotta go! Text me after your school Miaka!" Shayla snatched up her bag and ran out the door, leaving Miaka alone at the table.
Shayla made it with seconds to spare. She settled into her seat with a blank sketchpad, ready for her class.
As the bell rang at 4, Shayla stretched and packed her things, heading outside into the bright sunshine.
"So, Shay. Heard you were free this Saturday. Wanna … go out?" A deep male voice cut through the din of students frolicking in the unexpected sun. "No, Michael. I don't. I've turned you down every time you've asked since the 8th grade." Looking up, she realized how much taller he was than her. He towered over her, even when she stood up. "No thanks man. Now I gotta run. I'm meeting a friend!" She flashed him the peace sign as she dashed across the lawn.
Reaching the bench outside of her favorite restaurant, she opened the small paper package her minerals teacher gave her, knowing it contained the three necklaces she had created just last week. They were all identical, with the initials SMY in swirled script on the back, and the Celtic knot engraved on the front. There were all sterling silver, and each knot was colored green, brown, and blue, representing the three girls. Excited to give Miaka hers, she placed her own around her neck and patiently put them back into her bag. Fishing around in the canvas, she pulled out a tattered paperback copy of The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice and began to read.
An hour went by before her cell phone chirped with the news of a text message. Smiling, she read it and gathered her things. She would meet Miaka outside the library. Maybe she could get that assignment done for Professor Vectra while her friend studied.
Not long passed before she spotted her best friend weaving through the crowd. Being as tall as the average American man had its advantages. "Miaka! Over here! I have something for you!" She waved the small package in the air.
Miaka caught up to the taller girl in seconds. Gazing up at the package, she drooled. "Is it food? I'm so hungry!"
"Haha. No, but I do have food." Pulling out the necklace, Miaka gave Shayla exuberant praise and donned it immediately. Pulling Shay into the library, they headed straight for the vending machines. Pulling out her quarters, Shay dropped her book. Leaning down, she saw the feather of a bird and picked it up. As she looked at the feather, she heard a bird's cry coming from a room at the top of the stairs.
"Miaka, come here. I think there's a bird trapped in there. I'm gonna go in." Leading the two up the stairs, she pushed open the door. "There it is Shay!" They looked as a red bird flew into a bookshelf, knocking one down. Shay went to pick it up.
"This is the story of a girl who gathered the Seven Guardians of Suzaku. She obtained omnipotent power and made every wish come true. The story itself is an incantation. Whoever finishes reading it shall receive this power. As soon as the page is turned, the story will become the truth and begin." Miaka had listened and was reading over Shay's shoulder as the other read aloud. "Will become truth? That's silly." The taller girl turned the page and a red light streamed out of the book. "Wha-?" Miaka shrieked as they both disappeared into the core of the scarlet sun.
