So, just Wednesday I saw the movie Final Destination 3 on my TV; and I decided to create a story about my favorite couple from the movie. I've researched Ian and Erin a little bit over Google, because there weren't many fanfictions about them that describe their personality—and I think I got the slightest clue. Correct me if I'm wrong.. Don't forget to review.
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Chapter 1
New beginning
Echoing throughout the small house, were the yelling swears and cusses of both male and female vocals, carrying to the teenagers room as clear as day. Dawn displayed itself through the closed windows, making itself known and darkening the charcoal room despite the moons pointless glow. The young adult wore a scowl as she laid back onto her bedspread, glaring at the ceiling as if it was the cause of her parents daily quarrel.
How in god's name could she get some damn sleep around here?
Erin contemplated her options as soon as her drunken father had walked through the door: sneak out…IPod…nothing else. If she were to sneak out, she'd have her ass handed to her once again- besides, where would she even go? That was out of the picture.
"No, fuck you Richard! This is my house, my rules! You drunk bastard!" her mother's hoarse shout barreled into her ear drums. Grumbling, Erin snatched her IPod from the nightstand, turning on W.T.P by Eminem and swiveling the middle circle to turn the volume up; drowning herself in the music and blocking out the harsh reality of the world. She twisted to her side painfully and expired a sigh.
"Someone just kill me?" she murmured to herself, and with that, Erin had finally closed her eyes.
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From a bitter sweet dream she awoke, the side of her face stuffed in her pillow and deep purple comforter over her petite body. The alarm clocks nasty ring had jolted her from sleep, bringing her back to the reality that was her bedroom. She mumbled something under her breath, the vocalization becoming muffled at the position in which her visage was in. In attempt to return to the fantasy she was enjoying (strangely enough) she pulled her covers close and buried her face in her pillow with a soft, exhausted moan.
She barely noticed her IPod was gone.
Minutes passed and she still continued to hear the commotion downstairs and the annoying chirps outside the window. Finally, she threw her comforter quite fiercely and swung her legs over the side of her mattress. Sighing, she glanced at the clock and let her face fall to her cupped hands, rubbing her eyes afterward. Albeit, despite her drowsiness, she noticed the alarm faintly buzzing beside her pillow; rather annoying. She slammed her hand on the device and pressed the snooze button to shut the thing up.
"Erin, get your ass up, school is in ten fucking minutes!" her mother's voice protruded from the kitchen harshly. Visibly, she flinched and got up, grabbing a pair of deep blue jeans and tugging them off. She removed her tank top next, rummaging through her dresser and pulling on a black long-sleeved V-neck with a green undershirt-something new-after deodorizing. She grasped her charcoal hoodie from the bed post and slipped it over her shirt beside the weather, slowly making her way to the bathroom.
One simple glance at her reflection in the mirror made her want to scream out in frustration. "Look at you, you stupid ugly whore." She mimicked what her mother would say to her on occasion, grasping the make-up from her counter and rimming her eyes with a deep black coat of eyeliner; soon after adding thick mascara to her eyelashes. Erin scowled as she combed her wavy, ginger hair, frankly disgusted at her looks. Her mother was partially right the whole time. Though she had received complements about how skinny she was, and how she was beautiful...she highly doubted the words. Sad part was…she wasn't always like this.
Her nose crinkled immediately as she exited the washroom and made her way to the kitchen, her father no where to be seen. Most likely upstairs sleeping still, even though he had work in less than 30 minutes. The whole household smelt like alcohol, the stench streaming about the usually polluted domain. As if she didn't already have enough of a headache. Her father an alcholic, and her mother a messed up drug addict. Like her step father was.
A counter under the sink held most of the breakfast foods-cereal, granola bars, so on- which was where she headed first. She wasn't very picky, being she inhabited that from her father, and didn't waste a large amount of time choosing her quick meal. Erin pushed back a cereal box to grasp a granola bar, the apple cinnamon ones she consistently ate. She fumbled with the wrapper, maneuvering to take a small bite of the bar within her grasp. Her mother sneered, waddling in with a fresh cup of coffee. "You're just eating now? Look at the time, Erin! If you're late, your father will throw a damn fit." She halted and glanced at her mother, Denise, releasing a rather frustrated huff and taking another bite of the food. She chose her words carefully, over-thinking what to say to avoid getting a slap in the face. Quietly she chewed, finishing half of the small granola bar before tossing it in the garbage can, the item landing at the bottom of the metal cylinder with a soft clunk.
"He already has enough; it wouldn't really make a difference." She grumbled in response. "And I don't consider him my father anymore." She added shortly after, grabbing her satchel and slinging the strap over her shoulder. Whilst she waited for Denise to reply she easily slipped on her converse sneakers and licked her lips, snatching her schedule from the dining room table; weaving towards the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle off of the top shelf. There wasn't much food in the fridge, mainly left overs, beer bottles, soda, lunch meat, bagels and bread. Erin often found her self struggling to find something to eat. She propped in in her bag and progressed to the doorway shortly after.
"He'll kill ya if he's drunk Erin." The witch smirked, smacking a hand on the counter island. Erin turned half of her torso in the direction of her kin, her hand gripping the doorknob.
"Then I'd be one lucky girl, huh?" she replied, not giving her mother a single chance to respond and slamming the door behind her. The musk scent of cigarettes wafted about the outside of the old building, and she surely did hope that it hadn't rubbed off on her. It was the last thing she needed: to be called down to the office because some brat snitched on her and accused her of smoking. Happened last year-and what did she do? Take the blame and assured them that she would give up her nasty habit before it got too serious. Heh…
She didn't live far from the school, a mere couple blocks away; she lived in the bad part of McKinley however, but it didn't seem to make a huge difference...so what was the point of using her piece of shit car and wasting the gas just to get to school that was not even 5 minutes away (in exception to the Winter season)?
It wasn't long until she reached the parking lot, the loud chatter of gathered students barreling their loud chatter into her eardrums. She was more than aware at the unfamiliar students observing her Gothic presence, and narrowed her eyes upon catching a young fresh meat girl, who turned away briskly. Erin grimaced and ventured to the small tables under the brick awning; secluding herself from the rest in the seat she usually sat at-every year she attended this school.
Ashley and Ashlyn approached her not long after, probably out of pity, and stood in front of her; blocking anything within her vision. Swearing under her breath, she averted her azure gaze to the Barbie twins and calmly blinked.
"Hey Erin!" Ashley greeted. "How was your summer? Mine was like, amazing. As always"
"Like same here! Why wouldn't it be?" Ashlyn butted in. Erin blinked.
"Fine" she replied painfully slow, ignoring the pounding in her temples.
"Okay. Well, we're like going out to the mall after school- and we'd be totally cool with it if you'd want to come!" Ashley offered. Erin piped a small grin, their pity was pathetic.
"Yeah" Ashlyn popped her gum obnoxiously "Like later on tonight. Like old times" she smiled delightfully.
"And we can talk about how amazing my summer was" Ashley squealed.
"Mine too!" Ashlyn exclaimed.
"Obviously mine first though." The blonde huffed.
"You always tell things like first!" Ashlyn stared at Ashley incredulously. "People definitely want to hear about me too!"
Ashley waved her off, rolling her eyes and handing Erin a piece of lilac paper-most likely her number. "So, that's my cell if you're coming."
Erin blinked and brushed her bangs, clearing her throat awkwardly "Umm…I'll pass" she leaned further back into the seat.
Ashley pouted "come on Rin Rin. Don't you remember like how much fun we all had in middle school?"
"Mhmm, it was all about us!" Ashlyn reminded.
"What did you call me?" Erin asked slowly, gritting her teeth and shooting a death glare at the blonde; who scoffed.
"Rin Rin?"
She really wanted to know the girls teeth out…if only this was off school property. She didn't need to get suspended on the first day of senior year. "Don't…ever call me that again." And after a few moments of vast silence, the Ashes walked away from her, chattering about in their obnoxiously loud vocalizations:
"We are like so nice. I hope she comes" and something else from Ashlyn that she couldn't make out. Erin massaged her temples with her fingers and lowered her gaze to the ground.
"God you're such a freak" she mumbled to herself, stifling a soft sniff ever so slightly. No, she wasn't going to cry like a baby in front of everybody over her own self loathing—which was slowly eating away at her, bit by bit. When her gaze fixated to what was in front of her, she analyzed the students from the sidelines with a muffled sigh: she was a loner, some weird and pissed off Gothic chick with no friends. None.
A loud ring erupted from the loudspeaker, breaking her pathetic mingling thoughts and signaling the bitter start of the first block. Erin emerged from the bench, grasping her bag and checking her homeroom class: Block 1; Calculus-room 22. She started for the building, repeating "22, 22, 22…" under her breath just so she wouldn't forget. She knew where it was, being here for four years and having junior classes neighboring, so it wouldn't be as difficult to find it.
Pushing through the glistening glass doors, Erin stepped into the familiar school and pushed passed the pupils in her way; receiving the many stares and glances that she was used to already. "Morning McKinley students! I'd like to wish you all a nice welcome back, and I hope you summer was fruitful. I really do hate to break the line between you all in summer- but it's time to get your minds into waking up early and successfully doing your work. Hope you all have a great first day back!" The principals voice corrupted through the long hallways, barely covering the babbling of her fellow teenagers. From every corner, she spotted several groups of freshman frantically searching around for their classrooms, many elder classes spraying them with cans of silly string and whacking them with paddles. She rolled her eyes and remained looking for her locker number: 185, (which she remembered blindly from her schedule arrangements) near her homeroom class. Her gaze focused upon the smooth tiled floor beneath her shoes, scoffing at how entirely filthy it already looked. Had they not cleaned it since school had ended last year? Ever so suddenly, as she was lost in her thoughts, she bumped into a halted student and barely toppled backwards; stumbling to regain footing.
The male she had bumped into turned and cleared his throat, and she looked up at him apologetically. His obsidian hair was a mess, yet remaining volume and appearing a slight mess that draped just over his ear cartilage. He was wearing baggy black clothing in exception to the red and white shirts beneath; sporting black converse similar too her own. Two studded bracelets were worn proudly upon one wrist, the other holding some sort of watch and wrist band with scrapped stencils she couldn't properly read. He was almost like a boy version of her, save from the hair, baggy clothing and ashen eyes.
He shrugged his eyebrows at her, and she felt her face flushing. She turned away quickly, and returned to searching for her locker-not bothering to apologize.
It took her quite a while to get the damn locker open when she finally found it; in which she had to shoo many people away from it to even get a glance of the fresh sapphire metal. She shoved her bag onto the hooks that were placed inside the cramped area—free space on either side of her, a definite positive—one of her notebooks toppling out in the process. "Shit" she swore, quickly snatching the notebook up before anyone noticed it. She ran her fingers delicately upon the charred leather binding before tucking it on the shelf and wielding a folder and a pen. Then the bell rang. Fumbling, she slammed the locker door shut and made a swift turn to the right, scrambling down the hallway and pivoting into the homeroom. All seated students turned in her direction; most of them seniors, some of them juniors.
"Ah…Ms. Ulmer, how nice of you to make it; I was afraid that I would be missing another student in my class!" A gruffly, bald man grinned, beckoning her over to the desk. Silently, she obeyed and rolled her eyes in the slightest of movements: she absolutely hated calculus. Biology and Italian however…was two of her favorites. She liked some classes in school, considering that she hid most of the knowledge that she carries and passes most of the classes with an easy A or B.
"Actually, this is a great start, hmm? Let me tell you all a little secret-you can't tell anyone. I don't care if it's the first day or not, tardiness is not acceptable. You're seniors and juniors, no way am I going to take it easy on you all. Most of you already know that—Jack. Ms. Ulmer, this is your warning ticket, since you can't give detention on the first day." He smiled grimly at her as he handed over the yellow slip. Erin felt a slight blush creeping up to her cheeks, feeling awkwardly embarrassed. "Please take a seat next to..." he glanced at something "Mr. McKinley, right over there." He pointed towards an ebony haired boy whom she happened to bump into in the hallway.
And so she did, crumbling the sheet within her fist on her way over, weaving easily through the rows to get to the very back. Perfect. She took the empty seat near the window, since the boy did not, placing her books on then germ infested table and opening her notebook to a fresh clean page. Erin averted her luminaries to the blank page, decently listening to Mr. Budinsko (she caught his name from his desk while she was near) rant on about his classroom procedures and blah blah blah. She fetched her pencil and tapped it against the paper aimlessly, though she ended up sketching the outline of her own Gothic cross. "You're the girl from the hallway?" the male finally spoke, and she felt his gaze upon her.
"Mhmm…Sorry" she mumbled, inhaling a deep breath as the lead of her pencil ran along the white, red, and blue outlines of the paper; creating a very metallic like design.
"Hm, nothing to be sorry about, though I accept it." He said, fidgeting beside her. She blinked. "Maybe it would have been nice if you said it when you actually bumped into me."
"I was in a hurry"
"That's not surprising." He chortled. "I'm Ian, Ian McKinley. Yes, the great grandson of the very founder of the school and this whole wretched city." He stuck out his hand. She stared at if for a moment, reluctantly shaking it and keeping her grip as light as possible.
"Erin" she told him.
"Hm…Erin. Enlighten me, are you a natural klutz, or does it just happen on occasion?" he asked. She blinked disbelievingly.
"No, I am not a klutz" she simply answered, keeping her speech to a minimum. His lips curved downwards thoughtfully, yet before he could reply a hand slammed onto the wooden desk before them, causing Erin to jump up in surpise.
Mr. Budinsko stood in front of them with narrowed optics, scowling. "Not a good first impression, you two. I'll let you all know, speaking while another is, is certainly frowned upon in this classroom. And I'm sure most others have the same reasoning." He directed towards everyone. "Another perfect example, I must thank you both." He shot sarcastically, padding back to the front of the room and beginning to read from the premithem board.
"So you sure you're not a klutz?" Ian asked carelessly. Once more, she found herself blushing and cracked her mouth ajar.
"Yeah I'm sure…" she grumbled, looking up at his face for the first time.
"Lies" He shrugged, causing her to crack a grin.
"I'm serious!" she stared at him, suppressing her smirk and attempting to put on her poker face. She merely failed at that endeavor.
"In case you're forgetting, I was in this school in the ninth grade. Your gym class if I remember correctly—but you always seemed to trip on the field. Unless that was someone's doing..." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes and side glanced at him.
"Okay, well yeah I guess I'm a klutz." Erin shrugged.
"See, I knew it. Getting to know each other is the beginning of a new friendship, Erin" he remarked, rather smug. She blinked, unable to fully process what he had just explained to her.
"What?" She asked. "Friendship…?"
"Never heard of it before? That's okay, I'll explain. Friendship is like being acquaintances to someone else-minus the ship part of course. Ya know, they talk and eat lunch together." He cackled sarcastically. She snorted.
"I know what it is."
"Cool-o, because from the looks of it, we could both use a friend. What do you say, lunch?" he told her, leaning back into his chair. She suppressed her grin and nodded.
"We do…And sure."
There was a brief moment of comfortable silence as Mr. Budinsko turned in their direction, but that was quickly dismissed. "You don't talk much, do you?" He spoke, his words sounding more of a statement rather a question. His vocals, she noticed, were smooth yet with edge, and it made him partially attracting.
Erin looked up at him once more, briskly moving a strand of her fiery hair from her cheek. "Not used to it…I guess." She announced meekly.
"Not used to it?" not that was a question. But yet again, she simply shrugged. Really, she wasn't. She'd been alone practically her whole life since high school, and over each summer combined, this was probably the longest conversation she had had in a while. She had no idea what to even say to him. "Well then, let Dr. McKinley work his magic and help you with that." She couldn't help but giggle at Ian's expression, his fingers running together.
What the fuck?
"Trust me, you'll be talking like me in no time."
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Something new that I've been writing up. I don't really think I covered the personalities quite correctly, yet I'm used to writing stories in which the characters are going through a rough time…and so on (as you will see on my profile, or if you had read my other stories). I really do intend to finish this story by the end of September, or October, because I have most of the chapters written down..
Anyways, review. Constructive criticism is always welcomed…Flames will be ignored. -_-
-A.
