In the pouring rain of a suburban neighborhood it was around 3:00 when the school bell rung. All the children dashed out of the double doors, yelling and screeching due to excitment and the cold tingles of the rain pouring down on them. There were the pretty popular girls all screeching and laughing, the happy regular kids all walking together and giggling,but then there was that girl.
The girl with black hair, and overdone eye make-up. She was weird, and even if "weird" was the modern day fashion statment, it wasn't that "O-M-F-G look how random I am" weird. She was the creepy girl, the cliched dark and sensitive girl of everyone of those popular emo teen books.
She held her head down and her school books hugged tight against her chest. Rain was running down her neck, slipping between her two long, curled pigtails.
She wasn't sad, in fact she rarely (if ever) was sad, but was only avoiding the rain that would wash away eyeliner if she looked up too far. But of course, due to the stereotypes of today's society, she was always interpretated of being a depressed person. While she was walking home from school, only a few blocks left to get home, along with a single obsticle blocking her.
"Well look who it is." Called a voice in front of her. "Little Emo-Marie." Teased a school girl standing a few yards away with her arms crossed and head held high. She was full of arogance, and had a smug look across her face. Her two butt-kissing groupies were with her, and that meant trouble for the girl. She didn't acknowledge the three bullies, or the grim stares they made. She merely walked past them, and kept her bangs hanging in front of her face. "Did you hear me?" The leader of the bullies called out as she took another step towords her. "Listen to me, you ugly tom!" She grabbed the hood of the girl's jacket.
Her zipper, which was zipped all the way up to her neck, choked her. She gagged for a moment and slipped onto her back. Her school books flew high over her head onto the wet concrete. The three bullies kicked away at her books. Her chemestry book now scuffed up and tossed roughly into a flowing gutter. When the bullies had their fun, they only laughed and eventually left her alone. On the verge of tears she picked up the waterlogged books and scurried like a mouse to her home.
It was a nice and cozy apartment on the top floor of a large gray building that sat near the edge of the downtown area of the city. She took the elevator like always, which was on the right as soon as she entered the building.
As she walked into her apartment, she wouldn't be greeted by either parent, both of which worked day jobs until around 7 or 8 o'clock in the afternoon. So until then, she would make her own dinner, leaving some for her parents when they would return home.
She expected to be alone in her room, only to be surprised. as she slammed open her door, she found her window smashed open, wind and rain blowing her curtain. And their in the windowsil was a child, with a mischivious grin, holding a royal purple book.
"I can sense it." The childs voice was calm and charming.
The lining of the book lit up with a bright white light.
"You must be the book owner." The young girls voice called. She fell from the windowsil to Marie's floor.
The hours passed until The exact moment of 4:56. The tiny girl was coming out of her nap. Marie had leaned over her bed, where she had laid the resting child, only able to focus on what she would ask from it.
Who are you? Why are you here? Why is that book lighting up?
The young girl opened her large purple eyes. Marie noticed new features on her face. Two long blacked lines down her cheeks and pure white horns sticking out of the sides of her head. Most of her black hair covered it to where only the very pointed tip sticking out.
What was this kid? An angel from heavens? An alien from outer space? It was surely wasn't human.
As the girl slowly awoke from her nap she mumbled.
"The book." she whispered.
"Huh?" Marie placed the book on her desk before she had laid the child on her bed. She lifted away from the bed and grabbed the book. The lining was lit with a bright glow. Her eyes refocused to the light being emitted, but then she turned her attention back to the child.
She was sitting up scratching her head. She gasped.
"You!" The girl stood up on top of the bed. "I can sense it in your heart. Your are the one."
"What the heck are you talking about kid?" Marie jumped back. This child was insane.
"See that book?" She calmed herself down. Her tone softend and she lifted her hand, pointing at the book. "Open it to the first page you can think of."
Marie originally selected a page at random. But no, not a random page could be chosen. Somehow she could feel the book connecting to her, and it was the correct page. The text inside was illegible. All coloured a light blue, except for a small portion near the top, which was royal purple like the cover.
"I can't read any of this," Marie explained. She "Any at all... Except for this paragraph here." Her finger was pointed right on the first word, and then she read aloud. "Ryusu." Nothing happend.
There was a giggle from the girl on the bed.
"You have to say it with emotion!" She shouted. Marie looked confused. What was the point of this? what would happen?
The clock outside of her room let out a delighful tune.
Ding Dong.
"Damn." Marie hinted anger in her voice. "You've done made me late! Look kid, I have a job to get to, I beg you to please stay here. Be quiet and make sure that no one hears you." She grabbed her apron and visor with the Java Hause logo across it.
She dashed out her door and down the street, running with all her strength, and putting on her uniform as she entered the building.
Dang kid, making me late! I swear if She's still there when I get home-
"MARIE!" Her boss, a tall scary man shouted as she entered. "Can I speak to you behind the counter?"
She smiled at the disturbed customers, waving slightly and and then running behind the service counter.
"Yes?" She tried not to look guilty.
"Late. Again." He said.
"I know, but-"
"We already have someone filled on your register, so you're on inventory today." He smiled .
Inventory. Worst job in the coffee house. She went into the back room, ready to count thousands of bags of coffe beans and tiny plastic creamer cups. When she went to the back of the shop, and went through te only door at the end. The room was kept cold so the ingredients would keep their fresh taste.
But there wasn't anything left. Except for the little girl from before. She was chomping away at a bag of coffee beans.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Marie raged.
"I followed you." She smiled, exposing her sharp teeth.
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