I have a bad habit of starting new things before finishing other things…but this plot popped into my head, and then I realised I'd have to start typing up a beginning for it if it was ever going to make sense…it doesn't sound like a great one to me as of yet but I hope you readers will review and tell me what you think. First Cirque Du Freak fanfic, PLEASE REVIEW!
"Goodnight Honey, you've got a big day ahead of you!" I gave my mother a weak smile as she turned off the light in the room. I wasn't a fan of being a new student but when your mum's job transfers her to a new state altogether it's quite hard not to be one. I drew the covers over my head like a knight lifts up his shield for protection…I could sure use a shield for tomorrow. Wondering how I'd ever get to sleep with depressing thoughts my head started to lull into a swift dream scape… You're repulsed aren't you? Don't look at me! Please I beg of you!
Jerking awake I touched my forehead in surprise...it was still tingling from my dream. Oh man! Please don't let me go crazy on my first day of school! With that thought I got out of bed and started to get ready for school. Coming down the stairs I stared at the dining room table, a box lunch was packed and ready for the day. I was terribly surprised since my mother normally didn't have time to do anything of the sorts…probably just a good luck sort of thing I guess. I smiled as I picked it up and stuffed it into my school bag. Now to grab some toast and scat! An alarm went off upstairs and I stared at the wall clock, 7am? What! I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, I was never early especially on the first day…maybe I'm maturing? I snorted at the thought and decided to make an omelette. As I cracked the eggs into the saucepan and added some cut veggies I tried hard to remember the dream I had the previous night. There was a frightened voice and a slithering sound, that was all I could remember.
Stepping outside with my bag and helmet I grabbed my vehicle of transport and pedalled as fast as I could to school…I'd have to remember to keep omelettes for the weekend! Technically I had quite a while before school started but being a new student I had to arrive at least 20 minutes earlier to get sorted. By the time I reached the school I had 5 minutes before the bell rang…which was spent on trying to figure out where the bike rack was. I had to ask a few people before finding it and by the time I'd put away the bike, the bell had rung. I walked towards the office grumbling about punctuality the whole way.
"Ah! There's the new student now! Michelle O'Collin isn't it? Well you're just in time!" I stared at the man before me, he wasn't utterly furious that I had wasted his time, he wasn't frustrated or mad…is it possible that I have nice teachers at this school? "You better run off to class now, your teacher will be wondering where you are, he's aware of your arrival. You brought your timetable I trust? Homeroom first lesson." I nodded as the man chattered on about politics to his colleague.
Opening the door I took a deep breath attempting to make a relaxed entrance. "Ah, and there she is! Ms. O'Collin welcome to class 2B, please seat yourself in one of the spare desks." Well at least I didn't have to stand at the front and make introductions like in the last school but that still didn't keep the whole class from staring. The whole class that is, except for a group of boys at the back who were huddled together chatting feverishly about something. There were exactly three spare seats, and choosing the one to sit at was like a test. What kind of person was I? A girly girl who had nothing better to do than talk about make-up and boys? If so then sit next to the group of girls all in pinks, purples and baby blues. Was I a smart and nerdly fashioned girl? If so I'd sit next to the group of girls and boys with glasses and conservative clothing. I was smart and liked to dress fashionable but I was attracted to both groups like a rabbit is to a shot gun. So I chose the third seat…next to the still chattering boys at the back. I'd only had one guy friend in my life and he wasn't exactly manly and buff…in fact we were both love rivals at a time. No prizes to guess what his preference was. I sat down slowly and the boys went silent. "Ahem! Mr. Leonard you wouldn't be distracting your fellow students now would you?" One of the boys in the group looked nervously at the object of no one's attention and lowered his head.
"Sorry sir, I was just telling them about this movie I watched on the weekend." The teacher looked unconvinced but shrugged and turned to the board to start the lesson, "Just make sure it doesn't happen again Mr. Leonard." I gave 'Mr. Leonard' a small smile for his cunning, who knows maybe I'd fit into this group?
"So new girl, I think you could join our group if you help us win the game." I looked up from the book I was reading to see Steve Leonard beckoning me to the soccer match.
"Are you nuts? It's 5 to 1!" Now I'm not saying I'm terrible at soccer actually I was pretty good but with what, 10 minutes left…he planned to win? His right eyebrow shot up as I got up from the staircase. "Well…lets see what happens then shall we?" I ran with him into the grounds of the game and before I knew it I was laughing with the rest of the group.
"Too bad it ended with a tie huh?" The bell had rung and everyone was making their way over to history.
"I'm surprised a girl could help us get that far, if Darren was here I'm sure we could have won but I suppose you're not too bad either." I hated sexist jokes but I had a hunch he was just kidding. Before entering the classroom I whacked him on the back and laughed at his reaction. "Oi Darren where were you?" I looked at who Steve was talking too and instantly remembered him from the group of guys in the morning.
"Stomach bug, how'd the game go?" Steve pointed at me and I had to fight the instinct of fidgeting under the spotlight.
"Well after you were replaced with a girl we started to really reel in points. We tied 6 all, new girl's got skill." I smiled hesitantly…would he be mad?
"Hey! You're Michelle right? Everyone's talking about how you sat with us guys instead of those girly robots over there." I glanced at the girl group nervously, thankfully they hadn't heard him.
"You shouldn't call them that, and they seemed too girly for my tastes anyways. Hope you don't mind." Steve took his place near the front this time and motioned for us to follow. "Why are we sitting at the front?" After the first few lessons I expected the group to sit at the back as usual but apparently that wasn't the case.
"Well Mr. Dalton's pretty cool." I wasn't sure what Darren meant but when Mr. Dalton came in and started the lesson I started to love history…funny, I always thought English was my favourite subject. "So what did you think of Mr. Dalton, Michelle?"
"He's…pretty cool." After setting the group off laughing I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom.
After washing my hands I looked into the mirror and saw a girl of average height, bronze coloured skin, long black hair and dark eyes that looked as black as ebony. I stared into her eyes of night and willed myself to remember the dream. You're repulsed aren't you? Don't look at me! Please I beg of you! I gasped and fell to the floor…who said that? Without any notice, streams of tears fell from eyes of night, I was freaked and I didn't know what to do. Well I better get back…it would be troublesome if they thought I was spending too long in the toilet…they might think I caught Darren's 'bug'.
"Hey! I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow then." The group of guys that I felt somewhat included in now got up and waved as I started for my bike.
"Hey Michelle! What- are you crying?" Steve was in front of me leaning in,
"Cry-Why would I be crying? I have SO not been crying!" Oh yeah, I could be obstinate when I put my mind to it…or at least that's my excuse.
"You're a terrible liar, and your eyes give it away. I'm not a counsellor or a girl but…just…don't let me see you crying tomorrow okay?" He was so embarrassed and was fidgeting so much he gave me a run for my money!
"I'll keep that in mind. And I was NOT crying." After sticking my tongue out at him I ran to the bike stand. Darren and Steve…I'd have to learn the others' names as well!
Pedalling home I kept thinking about the voice in my dream…why did it have that effect on me?
Too cheesy? Too soon for joining the group? Blame Des-Tiny…sssshhhh! Please Review!