Author's Note: Well hello there! I haven't posted anything in just about, oh you know, ever, but... I'm alive! And I'm completely different now. First off, I take advanced English classes, so I hope that my skills show off in this new fanfic. Typically, I'm used to writing complex, nonfiction research papers, but I am SUCH a sucker for fanfiction and, even more so, roleplay.
So here's a new shot at Crystal X Pietro because, quite honestly, I LOVE this ship. I'm not even sure why, considering the only comic I have of them together only briefly shows them in a flashback sequence for two panels. Anyway, though my depictions of Crystal and Pietro may not be 100% accurate, these are the way I (and my roleplaying buddy ^^) imagine the two.
Lastly, before the chapter starts, I'd like to say that the main reason I wrote this fanfic is because, well... Very few well written pieces exist with this ship. Yeah. I sort of spat fire with that statement, I suppose. So, I took advice from Toni Morrison: "If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."
All it took was a little hex magic, and that was it.
Crystalia Amaquelin had recently moved from her homeland of Attilan, and was thus labeled as the "new girl" at her new high school. She heard the whispers as she walked down the hallways: "What is with that black thing in her hair?" "Why does she always wear yellow?" She wasn't deaf, but still held her chin up high. Crystal plastered on a small, amicable smile as she maneuvered her way through the zig-zag of unfamiliar hallways.
After her third day of school, she still had not befriended anyone. There were the occasional guys who would glance at her and the queen bees who eyed her up like they were tracking prey, but other than that, she was practically invisible. She did not mind it much, though. As per her family's traditions, she somewhat was used to being isolated and alone.
The last bell had finally rung, and she gently put her backpack on her shoulders and meandered through eager students and teachers to get to her locker. She twisted the lock slowly, inaudibly whispering the passcode as she attempted to open it. After a couple tries, she hopelessly reached out and pulled the handle one final time. Miraculously, it opened. She sighed softly in relief as she piled in her heavy textbooks, happy that she didn't have to lug all that weight home.
She closed her locker door and turned around, realizing that hardly anyone was left in the school. She mentally sighed this time, realizing her own unpopularity. With a slight readjustment of her backpack, the new girl started her journey of finding the main entrance of the school.
Eventually, she made it outside. The sun's warm rays and the rolling green landscape around her somehow re-energized Crystal. The change of scenery refreshed her from staring at the same, mental-asylum-white walls in nearly every classroom.
She looked at her phone briefly to see if her older sister, Medusa, was on her way to pick her up. She smiled very softly when she opened the new message and read that Crystal would be making her escape from the school very shortly. In the mean time, she sat down on the school's front steps and waited patiently, observing the serene landscape.
Across the road, but still on school property, she saw two students, one male, one female, sitting against a large tree trunk. They were reading their textbooks and working intently on some sort of complex homework, only breaking eye contact from the pages to ask the other a question or two. The male, who sported jeans, a long sleeved, blue and gray t-shirt and had shaggy, white hair, tore his eyes away from his textbook for a long moment. He looked over at the female and asked if she could pass his water bottle, which was far out of his reach. The female, who wore almost all red and black and had flowing, brown locks, did not look up as she reached one hand up slowly. The space around her hand and the water bottle glowed a soft red as she controlled the container to move towards the male.
Crystal watched in utter awe. These two... They were different. They did not have anybody else around them. No other friends. Just each other. In a way, the new girl admired how unconcealed the female use such glorious power. The other female did not even check if there were onlookers; she simply completed a favor for the male without batting an eye.
The new girl kept studying the two by the tree. Other than the moving water bottle, the two were completely uneventful. Crystal felt a sort of connection to these two strangers, though even she knew her feeling was groundless. She also had powers, but she was relentlessly told to hide them from humans. For now, at least, when she must get a quality education among them.
Medusa soon pulled up to the main entrance, quickly taking Crystal out of her trance. She gathered her thoughts and rose from the steps, getting in the car.
"Hello, how was school? Is it getting any more bearable for you?" her older sister asked kindly.
"I... I believe it will be soon enough."