Note from the author
Dear readers,
This story was created by me, except for some ideas from the Anime, Bleach, and the characters are just about all created by moi. The setting; however, is borrowed from the anime. Please review and I'll keep on adding chapters. Thank you and please review!!
Soul Society Chapter one:
It was the last day of school when everything happened. I had turned seventeen, my mother was kidnapped and oh yeah, I, for the first time ever, confronted a death angel. It shouldn't have happened, but hey maybe it did, Fate has a cruel sense of humor.
I walked home slowly. The weight of my backpack was almost unbearable and I was suffocating from the heat of the setting California sun.
When people hear about Californian girl, they immediately think of blonde hair streaming down a gorgeous tanned girl in designer cloths and surrounded by boys fighting for her attention. There's one thing I can say to these people. Get a life. What you see in T.V. is never true and even if they are, it's not like anyone watches them anyways.
My backpack was filled with things that collected in my locker ever since the first day of school. There were couple articles of clothing, some pens and pencils and some papers that ended up in the bottom of my locker. I shifted the atrap so the strap wasn't cutting into my shoulder blade and immediately regretted it. My hair got aught in between the strap and my shoulder and pulled at my roots. The humid air was a blanket around me and the loud buzzing from the trees didn't help me improve my mood. I set my backpack down on the cracked pavement and straighten up, resting my legs and taking a breath at the same time.
I looked around. Even though the sun was setting, casting a red tint across the horizon, the day still felt young. It actually looked like Christmas, what with the green and the red clashing together, only it was so hot, so it was almost funny to imagine Christmas. Sweat droplets streamed down my face and rolled down my neck and down my back. I looked ahead at the road going up, the sidewalk looked like a tongue stick out at me and at the top of the hill, heat made my vision see unclear water. Tall trees and the green field stretched out for miles and I felt so insignificant in this painting of red and green. The heat was overwhelming and I swayed on my feet. I dragged my backpack under a tree and I leaned against the ancient trunk.
Looking down, I can see the water reflect from the wheat field. Two pairs of golden eyes stared back at me. The face was mine of course, but whenever I look into the mirror, I just couldn't help but be surprised that it was me. I had strawberry blond hair that fell below my shoulders. I had a thin frame and had no muscle what so ever. I threw a rock that I idly picked up, into my reflection and enjoyed watching it distort my reflection and disturbing the peace. That's what I want, I thought, I wanted to be something else than the me everyone expect to be. To them, I was painting without a flaw. Nice looking, very intelligent and funny when I chose to be. But that wasn't who I wanted to be.
Ever since I started school, my parents kept a strict tab on my grades and I was always on the top of the class. Now just finishing my junior year, I was waiting for college acceptance and I had already finished some AP classes at a local college. Amherst High School is an average looking school in northern California in Berignton, where I live. Local kids are mostly farmers, but a few like me are the children of lawyers, doctors and teachers. I sighed. It was getting late, and I knew I had to make the long walk to my empty house.
Being an only child of two professors, I was spoiled and yet overloaded with work. I always had to be #1 in everything. My house, an expensive Victorian styled 5 bedrooms house, was one of the best houses in Berignton. I could never connect to the local poor kids, or the rich snobbish ones at boarding schools. I was an outcast. That was for sure. Yeah everyone liked nice Amanda who was very smart and pretty, but none of those people knew who I really am.