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Sorry about the short chapters! I'm writing as fast as I can! I'm gonna try to put up a chapter every day!
Chapter 1
"Did you hear about the new girl?"
"Have you seen her face?"
"She's so weird!"
Whispers spread like a plague all around the school. The fact was, there was a new girl, and no on liked her at all.
"Oh my." The secretary said as she glimpsed the face of the student standing before her.
"My schedule please." The girl murmured.
Silently, the secretary handed the girl her new schedule, careful not to stare too much. The girl grabbed it and left the office swiftly, not wanting any more eyes than necessary to bore into her.
She stumbled into her homeroom to a chorus of gasps and squeals. Her new teacher eyed her and nodded towards an empty seat in between a guy with bright orange hair, and one with silver hair and purple eyes.
She slumped into her seat, afraid the two guys sitting next to her would laugh or gasp, or something to indicate they didn't like her. But to her surprise, they said nothing. The one with silver hair gave her a smile, which in every school she had ever gone to, had never happened. She had never made one friend, only enemies and people who mocked her appearance.
The guy with orange hair gave her a sideways look but nothing else. Class went on, and much to her discomfort, every five seconds, someone would turn in their chair to look at her until her red eye sent shivers down their spine, and they would quickly turn away.
This girl that collected so much attention really was, something to whisper about. Her jet black hair fell down to her thighs, and became red at the tips. One one side of her bangs, they were down to her shoulder, and half covered the main thing that caused her to be stared at. The other half fell just short of her dark eyebrows. She had a delicate jaw the lead to a full mouth. She was very beautiful, other than one thing that had destroyed her entire life, a long scar, that ran from her eyebrow to just past the apple of her cheeks. It cut down her forever-closed eyelid, half covered by her bangs. Her other eye was in perfect condition, it's red color sent shivers down just about everyone's spine.
She had hoped every time that she transferred to a new school, that this would be the school that accepted her. This would be the school where she would make a friend. But every time, she had been wrong.
After class, she took the least crowded hallway to her next class, eyes downcast, trying not to notice the stares and whispers.
She was trying so hard, that she didn't look where she was going and ran into someone. It knocked her down, causing her to drop all her notebooks.
"Dammit." She cursed, looking up, prepared to lash out with her sharp tongue.
She was stopped short when she realized it was the orange haired guy from homeroom.
"Oh, Hi." She muttered, gathering her books. The guy dropped to one knee and helped her.
"Here." He said, handing her a dropped pencil bag. She noticed that he was wearing beads on his wrist. Her eye widened and she looked up at his eyes. Red, like hers. No way she thought, could he be like me…?
"Your… bracelet..." she stammered. "My necklace.. they're… the same."
Orange-head look at her neck. Sure enough, the girl he had bumped into was wearing a necklace exactly like his bracelet.
"Weird." He muttered as they both stood up, eager to get off of the topic. "Oh! I forgot, my name is Kyo."
"I'm Ryouko."
"Umm, can I walk you to class?" Kyo asked.
That's a first thought Ryouko. "Sure, I guess."