Anything FMA related belongs to H/A OCs and Story belong to me.
Oh, and some people in here are based off real people. So yeah. There's a bit of education for yah.
Oh and the whole "Redcar" thing, yes I do live there. No, the beach looks nothing like it does on Atonement, it looks worse. Yesterday I went down to Redcar town, and discovered that the Christmas lights were getting turned on that very day and I also discovered that Darth Vader likes Redcar too as I saw him there. Yeah, I did a little fake scream as me and my mum walked past him. Then I told her that we should go and buy a lightsaber to fight him off, since we thought he was here to take over Redcar and make it his own little HQ.
So yeah, there you go. Oh, and the whole "blood test" thing in this to, I based it off what happened to me. The only difference was I with my mum and I was swearing my head off as the nurse wriggled the needle around. So yeah.
I've been meaning to put this up for a while now. So yeah, here it is.
Hope you enjoy it.
I grumbled as I lay on my back, pulling my knee-length socks up my leg, my mum nagging at me from the background. "You're going to be late again Helenor! I hope that you're prepared to take the blame today!" She yelled, slamming my bedroom door shut as she dragged her "oh-I'm-such-a-great-morning-person" head back to bed.
Hey. My names Elle, not "Helenor". El-le. Got it? Good. I'm not repeating myself, I hate that. I'm fourteen years-old and I go to Rye Hills School in the "urban village" of Redcar, you might have heard of it, its where they filmed the beach scene of "Atonement". Even though our little town appeared in a film, not many people know us, but that's life I guess.
Anyway, here I am, fastening the belt around my three-quarter school trousers with one hand and pulling that horrible burgundy jumper-that makes you look incredibly fat-over my head. Today my form and I (sadly enough) are going on a trip. A trip to Middlesbrough Football Stadium. Ugh. I've been hundreds of times before with my dad, who is overly obsessed with our football team, which is, of course "Middlesbrough Football Club". I don't understand why he bothers to support them, they never win, even against the teams with a crap reputation, to say the least.
So, yeah. Here I am now, waving my mum goodbye from the streets below, my black shoulder bag swung loosely by my side, my Ruby Gloom purse and some pens inside. The plan was, me and my friend, Frances, get to Middlesbrough, we're going to slip away and go down to the town centre to do some shopping, hopefully, if Sir doesn't catch us that is.
I walked down the street, crossing over the empty road to my school (yes I live over the road from my school, at least I can have a longer sleep-in then most people!). I sighed as I stood at the entrance. Two, blue, automatic doors seemed to mock me as they stood there, tight shut. "Automatic my arse" I mumbled, pushing a door open, only to be greeted by a giant black and white thing leaping at me, bringing me to the ground.
I moaned.
That black and white thing? That was Richard from the school's band, "Amazing Amestars", what a name. Richard was the silent drummer who was always seen wearing his favorite-large-black and white hoodie. I peaked an eye open at him, brushing some of my white-blonde hair from my face. "Yo Richie" I greeted, pushing him off me.
The guy grinned at me, his blue eyes hidden by a mat of mucky blonde hair. Richard wasn't a man of words but of faces, he was a great actor, even greater if he said something once in a while. He pulled out a map from his pocket and pointed a finger at Middlesbrough. I sighed.
Clearly Frances had pulled him along for the game. I pulled on one of the pigtails that rested on my shoulder, tightening the band around it, things were always awkward around him, I always wonder if his family have the same problems at home. "So," I began, glancing down at my feet. I smirked a little at the bright pink laces that weaved their way into my school shoes.
What? Sure, they don't like us wearing anything that isn't school uniform, but still, I couldn't resist, they just caught my eye, literally. They almost took them out when I walked past the shelf they were on! OK... Bad joke... Well its not a joke...
Forget I said anything.
"Who else is in on it?" I asked suddenly, looking back up at Richard. He shook his head. I rolled my eyes. It wont take long until Frances gets the whole form in on it. "C'mon then," I stepped past him. "Lets get to form, the sooner we get to Middlesbrough, the sooner we can get away from our teacher, Mr. Dave"
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So here I am now, on the bus, next to Richard and in front of Frances, who was sat by herself. If anything has really annoyed me today, its the fact that Frances AND Richard had both convinced me to bring my pride, my precious, my everything...
I am, of course, talking about my love in life, my pink guitar, that was laid across the floor in front of me. Yes... I AM in the school band, and to be truly honest with you, I regret it with my every being.
Frances leaned forward, between the gap in the seat and prodded me on the back of the head, hard. "Ow!" I yelped, rubbing the back of my head. "What do you want!?" I snapped, sending Frances a quick glare. The girl with short purple hair grinned at me. "Just checkin' you were awake darlin'" She gazed down at my bag, seeing a big bulge inside of it.
"The hell have you got in there, a bomb?" She chuckled, prodding my head again. "Naughty girl" She used her sharp finger nails to pinch my ear, causing me to yelp again. I rubbed my ear. "Will you stop that!? And no, I don't have a "bomb". Its clothes for when we get to Middlesbrough. Oh, and speaking of which, who else have you dragged into this?"
Her green eyes gleamed at me and she smirked. "Oh, about two more people"
"TWO!? Frances, we're going to get caught if FIVE of us are missing!" I yelled, gathering the attention of all those who sat near-by, except for Richard, who seemed out of it, as normal.
Frances waved a hand carelessly as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "No need to worry, I've got a friend at the stadium who is going to act as a cover for us until we get back, kay?" I sighed. My face then twisted as I noticed that she was already out of school uniform. She wore her favorite black, baggy trousers with loose chains around them and her plum and cream hoodie hung loosely around her, her thin and pale hands slipped through the holes she had chewed in the sleeves.
"You're already out of uniform! Frances, talk about not making us look any more suspicious" I grumbled, turning away from her and folding my arms. I was about to look down the isle when I felt something tug of the sleeve of my jumper. I glanced over to see Richard tugging on my top and pointing at his trousers.
Jeans. Dark blue, baggy jeans and trainers.
My eyes whipped around the bus, finding the two others who were joining us (well, who I guessed would be joining us), Micky and Dom, also out of uniform. My face flushed as I sunk into my chair.
Turns out I was the only one in my uniform. And I only just noticed now. I'm such an idiot.
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We actually did it!
I don't believe it! We actually got away from the teachers thanks to the boy at the stadium who had turned out to be France's cousin. Awesome.
So now, I'm in a girls toilet in one of the Malls at Middlesbrough, getting changed into my clothes. At last...
My guitar, still in its flush pink case, leaned against the cubical wall as I dressed myself. I put on a simple black top with sleeves that reached to my elbows, with a pink netted vest top over it. Skin tight three-quarter jeans clung to my legs and I pulled my black skirt over the top of those. I then stuffed my feet back into my school shoes-the pink lacing made them look like black trainers anyway, so it was all right-slung my guitar over my back and my bag over my shoulder.
"If I loose this," I told Frances on the way out of the cubical, pointing over my shoulder to the large case, "and I'll personally put you in front of a train" She laughed, pulling the red lolly out from her mouth. "Someones got an attitude today, huh?" She chuckled, pushing herself off the sink she was resting on. "Shall we?" She held out her arm to me, I tutted and linked my own arm with hers.
Oh yeah, we have a weird relationship.
We stepped out from the toilets and down the stairs to where the boys were waiting. Why we were the only girls I'll never understand. Dom and Micky stood talking to one another, punching each other on the shoulder now and then. Those two were always up for a fight. I sighed. They were so a like they could be clones.
They both loved to watch formula-one racing. They both loved horror movies. They both loved to watch these weird cartoons they say that are made in Japan, I can't remember what they are called though.
They even looked a like! They both had blonde hair that was spiked up under their baseball caps. Both wore plain white hoodies with jeans and trainers. They both had the same of everything, except one was darker skinned than the other, which was Micky.
"OK then, ready Mickster?"
"Ready Domster"
The boys held out both of their fists. "ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!" They yelled, shaking their fists and changing their shapes. Micky's hand was straight, for paper. Whilst Dom's was... what looked like some sort of ball of fire? I ached a brow as me and Frances approached them.
"The 'ell is that!?" Micky snapped, pointing at Dom's hand. Dom smirked. "I am fire. Fire burns paper, I win!"
"Rubbish, you cheated!"
"No one said that you couldn't have fire in the game!"
"No one said that you could!"
Dom paused, his hand lowered for a moment only to be brought up again, performing the same motion as before. "Do not deny the fire, or it will burn you" He told him in an eerie voice, making both me and Frances laugh. The boys turned to us. "Finally ready?" Dom snickered, I growled. "I wasn't long at all!"
Frances sighed, resting her free hand on her forehead. "Please, can we just go now?" She pleaded, dragging me along as she began to walk away. I held onto my guitar and bag for dear life as she stormed down the deserted halls of the Mall. "Where are we going!?" I panicked, nearly tripping over as she rounded a corner and pulled me outside down to a short alley of shops that led to a much smaller Mall known as "Dundas Arcade". I glanced at the shops on my right.
A fish & chips shop.
An "Early Learning Centre".
And...
Frances pulled to a halt outside of a shop named "Forbidden Planet". I browsed at the window for the moment I had before I was pulled inside. At the window was bundle of different comics and magazines, a Stewie Griffin pillow from "Family Guy" and some action figures. I've heard of this place before from Max, the base player for the band, he said that was where he went to shop for his "Man...gahs" or something like that.
Frances swung the door open and marched inside, pulling me along. "Hey! Wait! Where are we-" She grabbed me by the shoulders and held me still in front of a massive shelf of books, all with little cartoon pictures on the spine. She waved a hand at the books. "These, my little blonde friend, are manga books! All shipped in from Japan!" She turned to face the books, hands on her hips in triumph.
I nodded slowly, glancing towards the door as the boys walked in. I looked back to Frances, who already had a book in hand and was scanning the pages... backwards!? I tapped her on the shoulder. "You do know that you are reading that wrong?"
She laughed.
I puffed my cheeks. "What's so funny!?" I snapped, my cheeks heating up.
She wiped a fake tear from her eye and placed the book on my chest, I stumbled for a moment, only just managing to catch the book. I read the cover, which was the blurb, so I turned it and looked at the "cover". It was a picture of a blonde girl and a robot behind her, the title read "Fullmetal Alchemist". I arched a brow. "Is this some Transformers wannabe with a girl in as the main character or something?"
Frances laughed again, clutching her stomach. My cheeks went redder. "What's wrong now!?"
"That's no girl," she pointed at the "girl" on the cover. "That's Edward Elric. A boy. And no, it isn't a "Transformers wannabe"" She explained. Still embarrassed, I gave the book back to her. "I'll pass" I whispered in shame. I looked over to the boys who were looking at some DVDs. I smiled. "I'll be over there" I told Frances, not getting a glance or anything from her.
I walked over, my blush fading away as I did. Once I was over there, my jaw dropped, literally. There, in Richard's hand, was "Fullmetal Alchemist" the DVD. I rubbed my temples, my blush returning.
Richard turned to me, holding out the DVD to me. I sighed and took it off him. "Fullmetal Alchemist, the DVD, huh?" I waved the box around, "collect the whole set" Richard smiled sweetly at me. My eyes narrowed. A little too sweetly.
Oh God no. I know what this means. I know exactly what this means.
Hes seen it. He wants me to watch it.
I groaned. "Um, that's real nice and all Richard. But-" The DVD was swiped from my hands. I blinked at the empty space and then found myself chasing after Richard, who was going to buy the DVD. Oh God no. I know what this means. He wants me to watch it with him.
I held out my hand to him. "Oh, um, Richie, wait-"
"£15.99 Please" The member of staff muttered in a miserable tone. Richard handed him the money and handed me the DVD, complete with bag and receipt. Great...
"Richard... You didn't-"
He gave me a sorrowful look (well of what I could see of his face anyway). And it pained me to see it. I tried to glance in all directions but my gaze was on him. I waved my hands in the air. "Oh, fine!" I smiled. "I surely can't be that bad right!?"
He smiled at me.
Yeah... It can't be, its just some show (and book) made up by someone in Japan, right? No harm done at all...
I sighed. Clearly this is an accident waiting to happen.
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That evening, when I got home after a successful "sneak-out", I found myself home with Richard, Frances and a Fullmetal Alchemist DVD. On-top-of-that, I had to go to the doctors first, to get a blood test done. I personally think that nothing is wrong with me at all, I just get really tired at times is all. But no, the mother says she wants them to check and see, not that we can rely on the NHS, right?
My hands gripped onto the chair firmly as the nurse sat before me, a white pillow resting on her lap. "Hello Helenor, how are you?"
"Hoh, I've been better!" I blurted out, glancing at Frances who was stood at the other end of the room with Richard. The nurse nodded. "OK then, now could you please hold out your arms on this pillow for me?" I obeyed. Oh God why did I obey? I held them so my inner arm was facing up, giving the nurse freedom to check my veins. After a moments worth of checking, she took the needle she had ready made on her desk. "This wont hurt a bit" She told me, I nodded, staring over at Frances.
The plum-head rolled her eyes and walked over, holding out her hand. I latched onto it, turning my head away and baring my teeth as the cold blade sunk in (Or sshh-dunk, if Hannah A. or W. is reading this). No. I'm not squeamish. I just don't like the feeling of it going in, once its in, I'm fine. Well, not this time I wasn't.
"Oh dear, not a lot of blood is coming out from your left arm. We're going to have to try your right" The nurse stated. I let out a breath as I felt the needle wriggle around painfully, trying to draw out more blood. I gasped. "You're kiddin'?" She shook her head and gently pulled the needle out. She then took the green band that was wrapped around my left arm and put it on my right. I then clenched and unclenched my fist, pumping the vein up for her. (It feels so weird when you do that by the way)
Then the needle went in. I was now clutching Richard's hand as I left nail marks in Frances's hand. Luckily, this time the blood came out nice and lovely. I took a look at the three samples she took as she drew the needle from my arm. Nice and red. Yum.
"OK, well done, you were very brave there"
I scoffed.
"We'll send these samples off and tell you the results later this week, OK? All right, I'll see you later dear, well done again" She told me as she put tape over the cotton buds that rested on both of my arms. I thanked her (and Richard and Frances) before stalking out of the room.
She waved at me before slamming the door shut behind herself. I glanced down at both of my arms as my veins throbbed. "I feel ill" I moaned, swaying from left to right. Man, was I happy that I didn't have a guitar to carry at the moment, I would've fallen over long ago. Frances chuckled, wrapping an arm around my neck. "Its just a lil' but of blood. You're just fine" She nuzzled her nose into my cheek. "Don't you worry your pretty little head"
I shook my head at her as I began to see double. "No, seriously Frances. I don't..." I cupped a hand over my mouth as my stomach began to flip-flop. I stared wide-eyed at the swaying ground before me. I turned my head to Richard. "Get me home... Now," I managed to breathe before my world faded away into black.
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I groaned. My head and arms throbbed painfully. Where? My question was answered straight away upon seeing Richard looming over me, his fringe parted a little so I could actually see a bright blue eye. I smiled at him. That's right. I told him to take me home.
I glanced around, seeing a TV, a desk with a plant-pot beside it, and paper and coloured crayons scattered over the wood flooring. Yeah, I'm home all right. I shifted in my seat, sitting up at little, my back resting on the large pillow behind me. I opened my mouth to speak to Richard, only to stop when I noticed his eyes were fixed on the TV.
To me, the screen was blurred somewhat, but I could make it out a little. It looked like some cartoon, with a robot, some bald priest looking guy, a girl with pink in her hair and a blonde-wait a minute. I looked up at Richard. "Is... this that Fullmetal what-you-m-call-it?" I choked out, getting a slow nod from Richard. I turned my head back to the screen, squinting in order to see the screen properly.
I watched as the old-priest-guy began to turn numerous objects into something else using the ring on his finger, a crowd of people before him cheering him on. I pouted. OK... I'm confused. How the hell is he doing that? Magic?
The camera then came to the blonde boy-I think his name was Edward, I think-and the transformer he was always seen with. "What'd you think?" Ed asked the metal dude beside him. I strained my ears, hoping to continue to listen as my eyes suddenly fell to a close. But, it hurt to even try to listen. For some reason, my head began to throb again, my arms too. I moaned. I just got over them! Now they start again! Surely getting a blood test done isn't this bad.
I pried my eyes open, seeing the blonde boy again, my headache and arm-ache relaxing at the sound of the armour's child-like voice. "Its pretty obvious. He's using alchemy" I smiled as his voice seemed to calm my pains down and my ears didn't need to strain to hear. "Yeah but still-"
It came back again. After hearing the blonde boy's voice again, all the pain came back. I couldn't understand why. I kicked at Richard lightly, gaining his attention. "R-Rich..." I failed to speak anymore as my world drifted away into the darkness again. The boy's voice from the cartoon constantly echoing in my mind as everything faded away.
What the hell is happening to me!?
Hope you enjoyed that. I know I enjoyed writing it ^ ^. Personally I can't wait to write the next chapter (You don't know Helenor-I mean-Elle like I do in my head. Lets just say-coughcough-chaos-cough-cough-involving-cough-pink guitar-cough. I should update this soon probably along with TAOA too, cause I love that story as-well!
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