Another new story. This would be my fourth. Anyway, let's get some things out of the way before we start the story...
This is normal story-mode
"This means talking"
/This is for thoughts/
(A/N: Writer's comments)
This story doesn't have actual names for the chapters but you can consider the names of the songs used as the soundtracks in each chapter as the actual chapter name.
Chapter 1:
Soundtrack: All I've Ever Wanted by Mariah Carey
/Not again! Please don't let me be late/ I screamed in my head as I ran as fast I could with my long, indigo blue skirt. I was late again and it wasn't unlike me but it wasn't my fault.
Suddenly I lost my balance as I stepped on the bossom of my skirt. A second later I was on the ground with blood coming out of my left hand that I had used to break off the fall.
I rolled up my sleeves. Tears came out of my eyes as I pressed the wound with my other hand to stop the bleeding.
I stood up and started to run again, not caring about the pain that jolted through the arm with each step I took.
I stopped near the school to dry the tears from my face. Once I was inside I went to the school nurse to get some bandages for my hand. After that I headed to class.
I checked the clock. /Dammit! 10 minutes late./
I knocked on the door nervously. A few moments later it opened to reveal the face of a teacher – Ms. Avalon.
"Tamara, why are you late?" she asked.
"I hurt my hand," I answered and showed her the hand that was covered with bandages.
She moved and let me into the classroom.
There were 20 students in the class besides me and I had 19 pairs of eyes staring at me. I walked nervously to my place. It was in the last row at the back of the classroom, next to a boy with wild, blue, two-toned hair.
At this point I could tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Tamara. I am an 18-year-old high school student. I'm usually quite shy and quiet but when people really get me pissed off there is no telling what I can do. I live with my foster parents and their 12-year-old daughter, Melanie.
My normal school-outfit consists of a white shirt, indigo blue skirt that reaches my ankles, black boots with 1½ inch heels and a pearl necklace.
I have dark magenta eyes and long, black hair that almost reaches my butt.
"Like I was saying, today we are going to watch a short video," Ms. Avalon explained. "After that each of you will start to work in pairs on a project."
The class was silent as everybody watched the video but I had troubles concentrating.
All I could think about was the boy sitting next to me. I looked at him and admired his looks. If only I could have him, if only he would be mine...
I was too lost in my daydreams to notice that he had noticed me looking at him and had a little amused expression on his face.
When I finally snapped out of my trance as the video stopped I blushed as I realized he probably had noticed my staring.
"Now we will start to work on the projects," the teacher announced. "I have divided you into pairs. One from each pair will come here to get the instructions to their project as I say their names."
I crossed my fingers and hoped that I wouldn't paired with anyone I didn't like which was very unlikely since I was an outcast. Soon the teacher came to my name.
"Tamara and Kai," she said.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard it. /Me and Kai? I can't believe this/
I was about to jump up and scream in my excitement, luckily I controlled myself as Kai went to get the instructions.
After that we had 10 minutes to work before the class ended. I agreed to meet Kai after school in the library to continue on the project.
The bell rang and I packed my bag along with the others and left the classroom. I headed to my locker to get the books for the next class. I opened my locker and took the books to my other hand.
As I was closing it someone pushed the books out of my grip and they fell to the floor with a loud bang. I looked away from the locker and to the face of a smirking brunette – Rose.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there," she apologized with a false voice.
"Right," I said and bent down to pick up the books.
"Let me help you there," Rose continued and got the books from the floor, hitting me with them as she stood up.
"How clumsy of me," she said and giggled.
This time I didn't bother to answer her and I just snatched the books from her hands as I slammed my locker shut.
/Some day that girl is going to get what's coming to her./ I thought as I hurried down the corridor.
I could hear the giggling behind me fade away as I went further down the corridor. That was me, the gypsy-girl. /Why does she have to make fun of me? I wish she would stop./
The rest of the day went by in a flash and soon I found myself at the entrance of the library, waiting for Kai.
