Ok this is a weird story i know. It is not my main project. It is something i have had on my puter for ages and just wanted to know how it would do
The difference between me and a fairy is that fairies are capable of death even if their life is prolonged, I cannot die I am condemned to watch these terrible happenings, war, rape, death and those I grew close to leaving this world forever. Not that I cannot die exactly I just need to die with my soul mate, the one who will die with me, the one I can happily end my life with, my chakira.
It was a rainy and cloudy arrival in the tiny town of la push. I was awoken by the sound of rain splattering against the tacky purple bus from Seattle to this tribal village. No one was meeting me here, not that I had anyone to meat but still I had a sense of welcomeness, it just felt like home.
I thanked the bus driver for allowing a change to his very strict timetable, the bus was only supposed to stop in forks, I was so shocked when I discovered that the nearest town was not called knives that would have been too funny, and anyway I just had to persuade him the Feylee way. I smiled to myself ,as I walked down main street to my new house, I was just lucky the driver had been male, what with my waist length blonde hair, dark brown eyes, tanned and blemish free completion, long legs and size 8 torso I was irresistible.
I opened the door to my new home, it was a quaint cottage overlooking the ocean, and the jetty was within my view so I was excited to know I would be able to go fishing soon. Infact, I think I would do that straight after school tomorrow. It was probably a good idea to get some rest. After securing the area of any unwanted guests I went to sleep in my four poster bed, which I had shipped over before I arrived. I ran up the flight of rickety stairs and smiled, whoever set up my home did a fantastic job Feylee, note to self thank the person. The room was beautiful, the walls were a dark blue, and I immediately took it upon myself to decorate the walls. Random words and sayings of all languages appeared all over the walls I wispy writing all in charcoal black. Pleased with my work I went to gaze on what was the guest room, I gasped in surprise,
I sent over the designs and they were copied to a tee. There was one picture on each of the four walls, all four were point shoes, with ribbons floating around them, one purple and beneath it was the word bicatha which directly translated to Bicsy, and there was an emerald green one with the word shacanda meaning Sharlie and a baby blue pair with the word freelandtha below it, meaning Feylee. On the back wall were a black pair and the words grendtha formanda eveeryn justirca biyln giryn. Tears formed in my eyes as I realised who had decorated my house. I decided to go and visit them after school instead of going fishing. I floated back to my room and let the sound of three days grace carry me into my restless slumber.
I awoke once again to the sound of rain. I smiled how I loved it here. I threw on a pair of designer jeans, a plain t-shirt that read I hate you with a passion so do us both a favour and die. I put on my oversize hoodie that I got from the guys section over that. I decided to put my hair in a side pony, I also shoved my favourite rain boots that looked designer and like something really expensive but were made to just keep out rain.
I drove my mini van to school. I had had it ever since 1990 it was red and had the word anrki spray painted over it, as well as writing, little inside jokes and signatures, but no dates, never any dates. I walked up into the main office and waited for the stupid assistant to hurry up and get me my schedule, I just wanted this day to be over. I thanked the lady and stepped into the hall, breathing a sigh of relief, I turned down the narrow corridor and ran into a mound of muscle, it didn't affect me, but it would have affected any other human so I did what any good actress would, I yielded to his offer and fell on the floor, books scattering everywhere- ok maybe that was a bit much but what can I say- I looked up helplessly at my attacked and came to find that he had his hand out in a very blasé way as if to say, ok I hurt you whatever just hurry up I have to be somewhere. I took his hand indignantly and allowed him to pull me up with so much force it could have ripped my arm out of its socket-if I was human- I glared at him , he was wearing sunnies and his hood was up, but from what I could see he was HOTT! He had ink black hair, and I could only see one of his eyes as his right one was covered up by the sexiest side fringe I have ever seen on a guy, he was tanned and obviously a local, one of the natives, he was quite well built an I imagined his chest would be and object of many of my fantasies. He had this bad ass attitude that turned my on immensely and I could not wait for his eyes to meet mine, and then they did. They were so dark and he was so beautiful. He. Was. Mine! And only mine for ever and ever and I would never stop loving him oh crap. No I promised myself this would never happen. I have seen it too many times. I loved life too much to just let it go.
I glared at the badass and continued on my way to first period. I had English up first. I rather enjoyed this subject it reminded just how much the English language had dumbed down since the 1800's. But i could not and I would not stop thinking about him. I sat in a seat next to a weird girl with orange hair. I smiled sympathetically at the poor girl. She was probably better than all those other girls but the boys would never know. I let a groan of frustration leave my lips. This was going to be a long year.
All of a sudden my boy walked in. I lit up without thinking about it. Damn he was gorgeous.
"Thank you for joining us Mr. Collins. We thought you might have left us for good. We even through a party" came the sarcastic voice that was Mrs Black.
"Takes more than a little flu to throw me off course miss, my education is very important you know" he said with a smirk so sexy i could have moaned. I know a few other girls did. Stupid girls. He was mine
He continued to smirk as he walked down the path to the back of the class. His eyes locked with mine. So dark, so perfect.
"Oh fuck" he said once the look of amazement was gone. He turned on his heel faster than a normal person should and darted out of the room at the same inhuman speed. This was going to be an interesting year
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