Sorry that I haven't wrote anything for a few days. I realize that I won't be often to update as much as I wanted to, so here's another story for ya. Please review it! Oh, and before you even start reading, please keep in mind that I am not racist, so any comment that you read that seems like it is, IT'S NOT. I am African-American anyways, and this character that I created is just a replica of my personality, only more defined. This isn't my real name (obviously) so you can't do anything with it.
Hi! My name is Angelena Williams, but I prefer people to call me Angel. I'm a 15, almost 16, year old African-American girl who moved to Japan from the United States about 6 years ago. I'm really tall with really long black hair that looks almost brown when you look at it a certain way. I have super dark brown eyes that look almost black but are accented by warm golden brown colored contact lenses. I sometimes wear reading glasses with them because I'm nearsighted.
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I rolled over and sighed in my sleep, enjoying the peacefulness of my dreamy state of mind. No boss to tell me to go to work. No friends to call me out of my name and pick on me. No stress. No worries about how to help get the bills paid for and dinner on the table. Then, my peace was shattered into a billion pieces, music exploding into my head. 'I got the magic in me! Every time I touch dat track-' I fumbled for my iPhone, my eyes still glued shut by sleep. I groaned out loud, pulling the headphones from my ears and turning off Magic, by B.o.B.
You see, I slept with my headphones in so that when I needed to wake up at 4:00 in the morning I wouldn't wake the house up with a loud alarm, even though it went off at 6:30 today. And I always picked a different song to play every day to try to get out of a routine every day. Yesterday I was jolted awake by Speakers Going Hammer by Soulja Boy. The first few words of the song were very fitting: 'I wake up early in da morning, 'round da crack of dawning, wave to my neighbors like wassup!'
I rolled off my bed, which was really just an old musty couch that I had dragged up to the attic. I pulled on a pair of black shorts and a white short-sleeved blouse. Then I staggered down the stairs to the kitchen. I made a nice breakfast of grits and eggs and French toast, with some blackberry jam to go with it, and enough for several people to get a plate and seconds. I made myself a small plate and ate wolfishly; I've always had a rather 'healthy' appetite. Which is code for the fact that I ate like a full-grown man. I yearned to get myself another plate, but I contained my cravings and went back upstairs to brush my teeth.
After my mouth was nice and minty fresh, I glanced up at my wrapped hair and cursed. "Ah shit! I forgot my hair!" I took the clip out of it and waves of my shiny black hair spilled down my back, still spiraling around my head from sleep. I pulled the flat iron out from under the sink and plugged it in. Meanwhile, I quickly ran a comb through my hair and drew a part onto my scalp. I ran my fingers underneath my hair and oiled my scalp generously. When the iron had heated up, I picked it up and pressed my hair. When I was done straightening it, I pulled a few strips of my hair out and curled them tightly, then flipped the edges of my hair up and curled the hair at the sides of my face. I stepped back to examine my work; the results were my hair flowing down to my waist with random curls spilling down to add a waterfall effect to it. The hair at the sides of my face was flared up to give me a slightly wild and independent look. Pretty nice even though I didn't have bangs.
I turned the light off and spun out of the room, glancing at my phone. "Crap, it's 7:50!" I was going to go register at a new high school today that was closer to this house and the one I was saving up to buy; I was supposed to be there at 8:00 a.m. on Friday, today. I dashed downstairs, stuffed my feet into my size 12 polos, grabbed my bag and keys, and ran out the door. I turned to lock it the door and then ran to the garage. Then I jumped on my old motorcycle and, slamming my keys into the ignition, rolled down the driveway and tore down the street. I think I broke a record that morning; I made it to the school with 5 minutes to spare, despite the fact that it was usually a 15 minute drive over there.
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When I pulled up into the parking lot of the school, I noticed I was the only one there besides a janitor who was getting into her car. I shook my hair out to try to get rid of the windblown appearance that I had as I climbed off my motorcycle and propped up the kickstand. By then a few more of the faculty and staff had arrived. I noticed that a sleek black car with tinted windows pulled into the lot. A tall black haired man got out of the driver's seat in a smart-looking suit that strangely looked out of place on him.
Then a guy that looked about my age opened the back door and slid out. He had on black slacks and a white shirt on, similar to my attire. He also had a black and white bracelet on his right wrist. The first thing I noticed about him was his stunning orange hair. I tried to be polite, but really I just stared at him. The next thing I noticed that he was probably the hottest guy I had ever seen, being well-built, muscular, and had a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. Then he looked up at me from under his orange bangs, probably feeling me watching him. I gave a little gasp; he had vivid fiery red eyes. I felt like it got to 100 degrees or something, cause I suddenly had gotten hot all over. What was this guy doing to me? I thought as I felt my breath catch in my chest.
"...Miss Williams...?" I heard a voice clear behind me, and I spun around to see Principal Noriko trying to get my attention. I instantly felt my cheeks flush (good thing I'm black and dark-skinned like my father) and I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. "Yes sir?" I questioned. "I said, Miss Williams, that you will be joined by that young man over there today for your entrance exam," he beckoned to the orange-haired boy, "I would like you two to join me in my office, and then we'll go to the library later to test." He walked over to shake hands with the guy in the suit and tell them the same thing he told me. He beckoned towards me and he and orange top (the little nickname that I gave him self-consciously) started my way. The suit guy got into the car and left. The principal told us to follow him, and led us to his office.
I noticed orange top kept looking at me, so when I caught him glancing in my direction I smiled and said, "Hi. I'm Angelena, but don't call me that or else I'll have to kill you. Just call me Angel." He looked a little shocked that I spoke to him, even more so because I sounded almost threatening. "Whatever. My name's Kyo... Angelena." I growled at him playfully, ignoring the urge to slap him in the back of his head. Yeah, I was 'blessed' with a rather violent nature. I wasn't so bad when I was a little girl, but as soon as I hit puberty it started to show. By 14 all the boys that I had crushes on ended up crying and having conferences with the principal and my 'parent' about my rather disturbing actions. Really it was just my brother Josh, pretending to be Daddy.
Kyo glanced at me again. "What? Why do you keep looking at me?" I said, beginning to get a little pissed. He blushed a little, then shot back, " Why are you so rude? Tell me that." I glared at him coolly. "When you get the answer to that tell me all about it." I sniggered at him, and he blew up, "Why don't you leave me the hell alone!" Apparently, the principal was extremely hard-of-hearing. I pretended to be seriously offended and even teared up a little. "I'm sorry..." I sniffled, waiting for his reaction. His eyes quickly lost some of their fire and his voice was a little softer as he said, "Ah, don't cry, I didn't mean to yell..." He stared at the floor, the blush creeping down to his neck, "I-I was staring at you... Because... You're really pretty, okay? Just don't cry." I smiled and pointed at him. "Hah! You really fell for that? Apology accepted. Friends?" I said super fast and stuck my hand out. He looked up, red-faced and open-mouthed, and said, "You're something, ya know?" as he grasped my hand firmly. I held onto his warm hand, staring down at our fingers entwined perfectly. I couldn't help but think, this is how it's supposed to be...
He glanced up at my face, then pulled his hand away gently. "Oh, I know," I answered softly, but a late. Thankfully, we made it to the library just in time. It was starting to get a little awkward between me and orange top. The principal ushered us into the room and I just stood there. And stared. One of the most beautiful sights stretched out before us: a massive room with not one, not two, but three whole floors of books! I was as excited as a sugar craving kid or a chocolateer in a world-renowned chocolate store.
I love books, I love reading, I love libraries, and I love it especially when they're clean. I could feel my body tingle and my fingertips itch to touch one of those clean books with that awesome new book smell. Unfortunately, no one else felt that way; the principal was already talking again and Kyo breezed past me, pulling me out of my reverie. "...I know that you both will do well on this test, considering your amazing background education. If you both finish around 11:00, let's say, then I will have your exams graded and tell you your scores by 12:00. I wish you both the best of luck; please take a seat at that table." Principal Noriko said, pointing at a table set for two with two tests already on it. We walked over to it and sat down, sitting across from each other.
An old looking man with thinning hair and a younger woman with short dark hair walked into the door as Principal Noriko left. "Hi," the woman chirped, "I'm Miss Suzuki, and this is Mr. Yamamoto. We'll be your proctors today. You may start now!" I pulled my mechanical pencil and eraser out of my bag, then opened my test booklet and started. Really, the test was super easy. I only had to guess on a few, which were mostly in the mathematics section. Since I loved to read, I had no trouble at all with the language arts part. I finished at around 10:30 and glanced up at Kyo. He was about ten questions away from the end. I put my head down to wait as Miss Suzuki picked up my papers. About twenty minutes later, orange top was done. I raised my head and smiled. "About time," I mumbled sleepily. "You two are free to leave the school now, but you must be back by 12:00 to receive your final scores. We suggest that you pick up some lunch while you wait." Mr. Yamamoto rumbled. I stood up, stretching my long legs, as Kyo did the same. I noticed that he was almost as tall as me, which was really funny because I usually towered over everyone else. Our proctors left, and then I realized that I had no clue as to how I could get out of this huge school. "So, how do we get outta here?" Kyo said, voicing my thoughts. "Dammit, I don't know either!" I exclaimed. He looked at me, and I looked back at him with a pointed look. Then I realized that we were alone. I was alone with a guy I just met. I hoped for his sake that he didn't try to make a move or something on me.
See, I'm a black belt in tae kwon do and I also know a little bit about karate; I've even won a few national awards in America for my talent. It's just one of those life things that my dad taught me and my brother before he passed. So if orange top had tried anything, I probably would have been arrested. Good thing he was decent enough not to. "So," Kyo said, "You wanna just hang out? Go look at the rest of the school? You don't have to if you don't want to or anything," he added quickly. "No, I'd love to!" I said enthusiastically. "Okay... What now?" he asked. I grabbed his hand. "I haven't eaten for five hours. I need something good to eat. Let's go!" I said, tugging at his arm like a six year old. Except I was really strong. He wasn't prepared for my strength, and he flew straight towards me, his torso bumping into mine. I fell down, thinking, whoops. Suddenly a big cloud of smoke went POOF! and clothes landed on top of me. Then something small and heavy hit me in my stomach "Oof!" I said as my breath squeezed out of my lungs.
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Sorry if Kyo seems a little OOC. But hopfully you'll see why in the future! Oh, and I'm making all of this up as I go along, so bear with me. And just because I'm putting this story up it doesn't mean that I'm giving up on The G Word. I just ran out of ideas. Please review!