I don't own Wicked Lovely, Melissa Marr does. I also don't own Chap Stick.
Okay, so what's a girl to do when her name's Rave (not kidding, my real name) she lives up to that name, (i.e. the brown hair w/ green streaks in it) and she has to move from the home she's lived in her whole life to a new place, and explain to a whole plethora of new people that her real name is Rave and the streaks in her hair are her own fashion statement.
Ugh.
So here's the situation, as you read above my name is Rave (trippy isn't it?), and I do have green streaks in my hair, but they wash out, I usually change the color like every few days, just recently I've been very into the green. Anyways, so I have to move and I'm sitting here thinking to myself 'great more people to tell me my name's not really Rave, when it is!' so yea, well tomorrow, I have to get up get dressed and get stared at a bunch.
Now don't get me wrong, I loved meeting people and going to new places but come on! It's the middle of the school year for crying out loud! Tomorrow I get to meet a bunch of new people and have a bunch of new teachers tell me that I shouldn't go by a nickname and that my real name must be much nicer. Then I get the ever so fun responsibility of referring them to my birth certificate. Which I carry with me, in my backpack.
Ugh.
Oh, did I mention that this mental soliloquy is going on at some two in the morning? Well, it is, once again thrice again Ugh!
Well why did you move? You might be asking yourself as you read this text, to tell the truth, don't laugh I'm serious, faeries are stalking me. I know I know, you're sitting there at your computer like what????? Well, it's the truth, just like my name. I've seen faeries since I can remember, and let me tell you, it sucks. So does my Dad, and when they started following me all the way to my home, Dad decided it was time to relocate. Great.
So, here I am, hoping that I won't have to deal with 'the two' as I have so dubiously nicknamed them. Tomorrow is so not going to be fun.
Hey! Its tomorrow now and I very much need a cup of coffee. Coffee. Coffeee. Cooofffffeeeee. I'm an addict. Who needs her caffeine fix. NOW!
I quietly pad my way downstairs, hoping not to wake the old guy up. Thankfully, I have the coffee brewer-maker-thing set to start brewing about ten minutes before I get up. Unthankfully, it didn't go off today. Lovely. Oh well. Once I get the machine up and running, I walk to the laundry room and paw through a couple bags of clothes, I still hadn't finished unpacking my stuff, and the outfit I planned to wear was amongst said still-packed stuff.
Once I had my outfit in hand, well more like hanging over my arm, I walked back in the kitchen, where a fresh pot of coffee was ready and waiting for me to dilute with creamer and sugar. Coffee.
After getting my coffee to its sugary creamed best, I sipped at it slowly, watching the clock. It was six in the morning, way to early in my book to even consider being awake, but still I was up. I put the cup down, once I had finished about a third of it, knowing I would appreciate it more when it cooled a little.
(A/N: I actually had to get myself a cup of coffee when I was typing this lol)
I walked back up the stairs to the bathroom and brushed my hair, then proceeded to get dressed. I put on my absolute favorite tee-shirt, my TWLOHA shirt, which is purple, (purple and green??? No I'm putting blue streaks in my hair today) and my favorite jeans, which had holes and patches on them. My studded belt completely my look clothing wise; I decided my silver heart-and-key bracelet would suffice for jewelry. Lining my eyes Egyptian style and applying blue eye shadow, I finished my makeup, aside from putting Chap Stick on.
I finished getting ready and headed back down stairs, my backpack was sitting next to the kitchen table, where I left it last night. I finished my cup of coffee, and woke up the old guy, "Good morning" I said, shaking him awake, "morning" was his muffled reply, "I'm leaving for school, see ya later" I said, giving him a peck on the cheek as he faded back into unconsciousness.
'Lucky' I thought as I walked back out into the kitchen, I grabbed my forest green plaid coat, my backpack and my cell and headed out the door.
I won't comment on the drive to school, for with traffic it wasn't that pleasant.
I went into the main office and introduced myself, "Hi, I'm Rave, I need my schedule" I said to the lady at the counter, "Rave Elion, here's your schedule, you have homeroom for fifteen minutes and then you go to your first class," she told me in a quiet voice, "thanks" I replied, as I turned to leave.
Unfortunately, as I turned to leave, 'the two' walked in, wearing human faces. They were complete opposites; one of the two girls had gold streaks in her hair and seemed to radiate summer days and balmy breezes, the other had stark white hair and snow fell in her eyes.
I put my head down, pretending to be looking at the class schedule in front of me. I noticed a human guy walked behind them, holding the hand of the one with streaked hair. I thought my eyes would bug out of their sockets when I saw how he looked at her, faeries only play with humans, not keep them , but this appeared to be the case, I quicken my pace. (Completely unintentional rhyme there)
I practically sprinted to my homeroom and was elated when they didn't follow. "My name's Rave" I said to the fifty something teacher, handing him my schedule, so he could sign the line next to his name. "Mr. Ward" he introduced, quirking an eyebrow at the name on top of the schedule, "is this your real name, or did you get it changed?" he asked "it's the name on my original birth certificate," I replied, he glanced again at the schedule and then pointed at a seat in the middle of the room. Great, now everyone could stare at me.
Yay.
It seemed as if I was wearing a huge sign that read FREAK because everyone was staring. I pulled out the book I had been reading recently and opened it, hoping they would look away. They didn't.
Fifteen extremely long minutes later, the bell rang, if I could've run, I would've. I made it to my locker and first period without gathering too much attention. I sat down after introducing myself to the teacher, Mrs. Jones, and prayed very hard to the unseen forces above that 'the two' and their pet wouldn't show up. Aforementioned unseen forces like to torture me.
All three stepped in and introduced themselves, then quickly seated themselves in the back of the room. Wonderful.
Some days, I hate my life.
Don't get me wrong I have things pretty good, my dad's a surgeon, so we live on pretty good money and I mostly get what I want, but seeing faeries simply sucks, especially when they decide to stalk you.
Today must hate me, because the moment I sat down, pet as I so aptly named him introduced them. "My name's Seth and this is Aislinn and Donia" "Rave" I replied, then turning to face Mrs. Jones.
The lesson was pretty easy, but Lit was usually one of my best classes, math on the other hand, not so much.
The classes up to lunch were pretty uneventful, just introducing myself, a bunch of stares, and avoiding Seth, Aislinn, and Donia. Lunch, was another story.
"Hey freak chick" one of the rather petulant jocks greeted as I walked into the cafeteria, I ignored him. "Hey freak chick, whatcha doin' Saturday" he asked, making a rather crude gesture, "get a life" I replied and kept walking. His buddies laughed and so did he, I didn't really care, I just wanted to find a table at the back of the room and read my book.
I had almost succeeded in my goal, when pet oops I mean Seth sat down across from me and 'the two' followed. I ever-so-rudely opened my book and ignored them. Which didn't work. Because every time I would get close to engrossed in my book, one of them would try to speak to me.
"Aren't you going to get something to eat?" Seth asked, "nope, I'm a vegetarian, they're serving chicken today" I replied quickly, trying to go back to the world of guns, aliens, and Spartans (haha Halo joke, but I really do like the books). I was tempted to pull my ipod out of my bag, but changed my mind, no point in being rude, even if two of them are faeries. Freakin' faeries.
They attempted to talk with me a few times after that but each time I gave them short, curt answers.
Mercifully the bell released me from my faerie imposed torture, allowing me to go to world history. The walk there was alright, I got some weird stares, but when I got to the door and Aislinn touched my arm, my Sight became sharp as blu-ray.
I stifled a gasp and quickly pulled away from her, almost running to the teacher's desk.
I spent the rest of the day pointedly ignoring them and hoping the final bell would ring. When it did, relief was like a waterfall pouring over me, at last, I could go home and hide. Well, not really because I had to go to the local bookshop and see if they were hiring but still, after that I would go home and hide.
I walked as fast as I could to my car, my lovely Malibu, (I got it used thank you, my dad's not that rich) and got in, enjoying the comfort of its familiarity.
Then I sped home.