This story was accidentally deleted, I then took the opportunity to edit it as I see fit.
Prepare for the awesomeness.
Summary:
"Hello, whoever might be reading this, my name is Clarence Jones. I'm an average-aw, who am I kidding? What's average about a girl who goes around talking to the spirit of her great great great great great great great great grand uncle? Nothing, that's what. Absolutely. Nothing."
A can was kicked across the sidewalk in annoyance. The aluminum recyclable crumpled in on itself as a white and green sneaker fell down upon it, turning to the side once before kicking it once again-this time hitting a bright red stop sign and rebounding off to smack its assaulter in the face. As the teen let out a yowl of pain the can fell to the concrete and rolled for a few inches before coming to a stop directly in front of the green hooded figure. It almost appeared that the can was mocking the teen-which is impossible, might I add, seeing as inanimate objects can't exactly hold grudges. (A/N: Except trees, they will mess you up even AFTER you chop them down. That paper cut you just got from that book a few moments ago, it's their REVENGE.)
In a sudden moment of rage the figure yanked the can off the ground and slammed it into the garbage can beside them. "Get recycled!" The voice was high-pitched, indicating that the figure was in fact a girl. Although her choice of a baggy green hoodie and torn black jeans for clothing hid that fact. And her name didn't exactly help either. Clarence Jones, seriously. Who names their daughter 'Clarence'? She sighed, reaching a pale hand up to run it through her short brown locks, knocking the hood off in the process. The girl had an oval-shaped face, her chin coming down in a small point. Her eyes were now narrowed and were a peculiar shade of green. A small barely noticeable scar went across the bridge of her nose-which had appeared to have been broken some time years before.
All in all... she looked like a boy. And it didn't help the fact that all of her clothes came from her older brothers. And she had five of them: the oldest was Derek who worked down at the mall, Mathew the self-proclaimed "ladies' man" who was in his senior year, Joe the silent of the five and a junior, and the twins John and Jake the trouble makers, they were sophomores. It was going to be absolute torture going to school with them. Well, at least she wouldn't have any classes with any of them, seeing that she was a freshman after all. Then again, being a freshman presented a whole new set of problems to deal with. She was new, so she didn't have many friends in town. And well, bullies tended to pick on freshmen a lot-especially if they were new. Besides, it wasn't like she could just whip out her non existent fighting skills and slap at them weakly before crawling into a ball and rolling her way out of the room like some... cowardly lion.
But that wasn't why she was so irritated. Oh no, not even close. CJ didn't CARE about switching schools, what friends were going to miss her anyways? Nope, in fact she liked the idea about starting new. You see, a few months ago CJ started to see... something, or rather someone. This someone just so happened to be her great great great great (okay, really really great) grand uncle. He would talk to her and it seemed that she was the only one that could 'see' him at the moment-and by see she meant that he would just pop up randomly in her field of vision for no plausible reason aside from scaring her. She huffed and hiked her bag higher onto her shoulder. She had thought that it was just a load of bull, that it was some stupid hallucination of some sort. Complete nonsense, that's what it was. A simple trick of the eyes.
But nooooooooo, apparently she was some loon. The strange one-sided conversations that she would appear to have in public often drove possible friends away from her, so it was only natural that she was deemed the odd one wherever she went. It didn't help that people already thought that she was strange beforehand. But she didn't care, nope, she rather enjoyed the idea of being by herself and spent days upon days locked in her room and talking to her Uncle Drago reading all of the comics that she could. But this was... well, strange.
What she wanted... was to just... be normal. Even for a day. Or well, as normal as anyone could be in this new town of hers. The place was called, what was it-it was on the tip of her tongue. Borrisville? No… it was orris something that she was sure of. Oh, yeah! Norrisville! That's it! The girl's family had moved here a few weeks ago and was finally settled in. The place was a bit odd to begin with. The mall that Derek now works at is filled completely with this 'McFist' stuff… whoever that was, he was probably a wrestler or something. And apparently there had been strange sightings all over the town. Like monsters and green smoke stuff. So the thought of her finally being able to live life as a normal teenage girl was basically cut in half.
Unless… well, she had heard about this 'Ninja' person who appeared at the high school whenever a monster appeared. So, maybe there was a chance that he would take care of all of the baddies before she ever had to come across one. Maybe she'd get some answers as to why Drago is here.
Again, maybe.
"Did they really have to give me all this work to make up?" Clarence groaned as she struggled with a giant stack of books in her arms. Algebra, World History, Biology, English-each book was thicker than the last and hence much heavier. It was time for lunch and she had decided that it would be best to just go on to the library and attempt to finish the massive pile of work that her new teachers had given her. "I wasn't even here for any of this." She grumbled as she reached the double doors to the library. Ah, yet another obstacle. As if the bodies pushing around her weren't enough, now she had to open these massive things. Let's see she could either set the books on the ground but that would risk them being kicked over and knocked all over the floor for people to step on. Or, she could try to push it open with her back. Maybe she could grow two more arms, yeah, that would help.
She stopped when a voice interrupted her thoughts, "Do you need some help?" her head turned to see two girls, the one who had spoken had short brown hair held back by a purple head band and green eyes. She wore a ruffled purple shirt and jean shorts that reached down to her knees, brown sandals were worn on her feet and a large-very, very large-backpack rested on her back. The other girl had medium length burgundy looking hair and brown eyes. She wore a yellow hoodie and long jeans, black and white converse on her feet.
Clarence nodded and the first girl pushed the door open with ease. She walked through and nodded to her, "I could've gotten it but thanks anyways, uh…"
"Linzy." She supplied her, "The girl in the hoodie now rummaging through my bag is Kass." When this was said the girl raised her hands and took two steps away from the bag, an innocent look on her face.
"I'm… Clarence."
Kass stifled a giggle, "That's a funny name for a girl." She said, covering her mouth with a hand. Clarence stood there for a moment, a small blush coating her cheeks before she replied in a sour voice, "Why thanks, nice to know my name amuses you." She was bit surprised that someone had been able to guess her gender correctly, heck the Principal even thought she was a guy. And many of the other students thought this too, not that she cared really... Okay, maybe a little bit.
"A lot of things amuse her; don't take it personally or anything." Linzy said, casting a glare at the girl in question. "It's true." Kass nodded, "I once stared at a dog for ten minutes watching him chase his tail, and I laughed the whole time." She had a wide smile on her face before jumping up with a sudden burst of energy. "SO!"
From behind a bookshelf the librarian shoved a row of books off to the side and glared at the girl, a finger to his lips as he hissed at her, "Sh!" he replaced the books and Kass took a second to stick out her tongue, causing Linzy to shake her head.
"What a sassy little librarian... Anyways, what's with all the books?" this was said once Clarence set them down on a table and plopped herself down into one of the seats directly in front of the massive pile.
"Make up work." She groaned, getting out a pencil and opening one of the many books.
"Oh… have fun with that!" She said, making her way to the door only to have Linzy pull her back and yank her down into one of the seats in front of Clarence. "Linzy!" she whined.
"You mind if we just hang out with you here and eat?" She asked politely. Clarence was a bit confused by this and it showed when she blinked at the two girls before nodding slowly. Usually it would take her weeks to even get someone to notice her, let alone sit with her.
"Sure, as long as you don't get any food on my books." She said. "Besides, it's not like I can't let you. This is a free country, after all."
There was one thing that Clarence hated about being the new student, the introductions. If you were new in a class the teacher made you stand up in the front of the room and state your name and-if you have one of those horrible teachers-a little bit about yourself. Like the fate of the world depended on your class knowing your favorite color or what kind of hobby you were into, or-please forgive me-the color of your underwear. It was absolutely dreadful. Especially when your new classmates are actually paying attention, most of the time they're just dozing off or staring into space. And you can't make anything up to make you sound cooler either; it was like they could tell that you were lying, like their eyes and ears were lie detectors made of warm flesh. But, it's not like she really needed to make anything up, the girl did practically nothing. What were her hobbies anyways? Comic reading, does that count? How about seeing dead people? Luckily, Clarence had somehow managed to enter her new classes without the teacher noticing, this was probably thanks to her shortness and the fact that she blended into each crowd of students rushing through the hall very well. Maybe the teachers were all blind.
Yeah, that was it. That had to be it.
But, as soon as she stepped into that Science class a cheery voice sounded off from behind her somewhere near the door to the room-"Why hello there!"
Dangit.
She turned around slowly and met the gray haired head of the woman that was her teacher. But that was not what made her eyes grow wide and her eyebrows shoot up to the top of her forehead, all the while with her mouth slowly forming into a small off to the side 'o'. Nope, it wasn't her over the top enthusiasm or the way her eyes seemed to always be wide open as if she had just drank ten shots of espresso and downed a pound of sugar. No… it was the skeleton she had with her. Now, Clarence knew that everyone had some skeletons in their closet, but she never heard of someone who took theirs with them everywhere they went. And… and she was moving the jaw to make it look like it was talking. She made its voice a few octaves lower than hers and… and… okay; it was just… well, weird. To say the least….
Then again… she had a disembodied voice following her around that kept talking to her about the best vantage points in the school and how to make the greatest cup of hot Jasmine tea. And the fact that the voice belonged to the spirit of her great great great great great great great great great great great great granduncle didn't really help.
"And what do we have here, Mr. Driscol?" the teacher chirped before moving the skeleton's jaw.
"Well! It appears we have a new student! What's your name sonny?" it… he… spoke.
"Uh…. Clarence Jones." She said, shuffling away from the skeleton when it got too close for comfort. "I have a thing about personal space… so… could you not shove the plastic skeleton in my face?"
The teacher laughed and a few of the students giggled quietly, trying to contain it but failing. She blinked and her confusion only intensified when Mrs. Driscol-was that it?-said, "Plastic? Jerry, the boy thinks you're made a plastic."
"Well, that would explain my dancing!" the skeleton chirped and Clarence took a long sideways step towards the desks. She spotted Linzy and Kass seated near the back and quickly claimed the seat in front of them before the strange science teacher could do or say anything else that was strange. The girl blinked when she realized that the seat beside her was occupied by a very large beige back pack-not just any back pack though, it was Linzy's-she eyed it curiously.
Later on in the class Clarence felt a slight buzz in her ear. It wasn't loud enough to draw any attention but it did cause her to jolt in her seat and glance around the room rapidly. While doing so she spotted a bag in front of her, lying on its side beside the sneakered feet of a… -is that purple… yeah that's purple-purple haired boy. It was opened slightly and she could see that there was a red glow coming from the contents, she shrugged this off, it was probably just his phone or something. It wasn't her business, no; she should really be focusing on why Drago was deciding to be a jerk in the middle of class. So, she tried to talk to him but to no avail, there was no reply. Sometimes that spirit-ghost-voice-thing was more of a nuisance than a friend. Usually he would be talking to her nonstop about some show or something but now there was nothing. Just silence. Not that she was complaining or anything, heck she was HAPPY that he wasn't talking her ear off. Although, she was curious as to what he was doing at the moment.
Speaking of which, it appeared that the being was occupied with something else.
Clarence rolled her eyes and picked up her pencil so that she could resume her explaining what she knew about atoms and Biology and other Sciencey stuff that she had learned from her previous school. As she was continuing on with her work a silent conversation was taking place. A conversation between two young looking men, most likely somewhere in their teens, was starting. It appeared that the two were completely invisible to those around them, save for each other. So there was no one to witness the strange conversation between the two. Speaking of strange, their choice of attire was a bit off too. Certainly nothing you would see in a high school… unless weird cloak and dress things with strange symbols were 'In' right now.
The two regarded each other with hostile stares and the one clad in black and red began to speak.
Just WHAT do you think you are doing in Norrisville, Drago? He all but snarled at the white and green cloaked teen as he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes dangerously. He seemed to be the strict no nonsense type, while as the other boy appeared to be much more laid-back… at least that was what his current attitude depicted himself to be.
Oh, nothing much really. Kid's parents had to move, something about the old school. The so called 'Drago' replied, running a gloved hand through his shaggy brown hair as he shrugged. He bent down and placed his other hand on Clarence's desk, picking up her spare pencil and moving it off to the side so that it would roll down. This forced Clarence to whip her hand forward and grab it before it could fall to the floor. Drago let out a small chuckle before waiting for her to place the writing utensil back on the desk so that he could flick it again. He seemed to be overly amused at this where as both the other boy and Clarence were getting rather annoyed at his antics.
The other sighed and moved a strand of red hair behind his ear. Still ignorant and childish as always I see. You never were good at paying attention, were you? A seemingly smug smile reached his face when he saw the pencil drop to the floor as Drago slowly turned his head towards him with a glare. It was clear the he did not like to be insulted and it certainly showed when he straightened up back straight as a pole a as rigid as can be. I'll ask you again: what are you doing back?
That's for me to know and for you to find out. You always did like riddles didn't you, Norisu?
Nomi glared and set a hand on the purple haired boy seated in front of Clarence. If you're thinking of repeating the past-
Oh, I wouldn't DREAM of doing that. No, no, no, what I have planned is FAR more grand. As this was said Drago gripped Clarence's shoulders and lightly pressed his face against hers. She took no notice and instead chose the time to tap the pen against her chin, as if she was deep in thought. The other's eyes widened a bit. What's wrong, Nomi? Do you see the resemblance already? Huh, maybe you're not so daft after all.
She's going to find out who you are sooner or later, Huo. Nomi spoke, crossing his arms and offering the other male a glare.
By the time she does it'll already be too late. And you know the best part? You. Can't. Touch. Her. And SHE can't hear YOU! All you can do is watch her fall into my trap. You can't do ANYTHING about it~.
Nomi's eyes flickered towards the purple haired teen besides him before once again resting on Drago. For some reason I doubt that.
Oh, You can TRY to use that little 'ninja' of yours. You know, if you wanted to fail-like the last time.
It was silent for a while. No one said anything. A pin could be heard if you dropped it at that exact moment.
And Nomi? She looks a bit like her, doesn't she? Drago chuckled, giving a sinister smile before dispersing himself in a cloud of green dust, leaving the red head behind to glare at the spot that he once stood in.