Author's note: Hello everyone! Well, here's an MLC fanfic for all of you. I would put this on their forum, but there's a no-reference-to-drugs-of-any-kind-on-their-fanfic- forum rule, since there are some younger kids on there, so I imagine the mention of a clearly doctor prescribed inhaler would have them chasing me away. Luckily, there is still here. Also, this is my first time putting a story on here, so any tips you could give me are welcome. Please be polite when you review. Even if you hate it, there is no need to be mean. There are polite ways to tell people that their story is not your cup of tea. The title of the story comes from the Britt Nicole song by the same title which is also the theme song for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own MLC. Their characters belong to them, and my characters belong to me. 'Kay? This will contain a bit of dialogue from the first episode though, and that doesn't belong to me either, and the song is Mi Morena by Josh Groban.
Chapter 1
It was my first official day of school since I had moved to Sweet Amoris with my family due to my dad's job. Yesterday hadn't really counted, because I didn't go to class. I just organized my paper work for the crazy principal and uptight student council president. Today I was actually going to classes, and my first period was choir. I loved to sing and would really like to make a living on it someday, but there was a rather large obstacle in my path.
I coughed and hacked for like the fifth time during warm-ups alone, mentally cursing my weak lungs. Yeah, that's right. I'm a singer with weak lungs. I was actually recovering from a bout of bronchitis that I'd had for the past 5 weeks that still wouldn't go away. At least I didn't have a fungal infection in my lungs like last time.
"Are you okay?" the teacher, Mr. Romano, asked. He stopped playing the piano momentarily and locked his concerned brown eyes onto my grey-green ones.
I hated to say something and miss any of my first choir practice, but I felt like I had a bus on my chest again. "No need to worry, but may I go get my inhaler?" I asked hesitantly. He nodded his consent and I took off to retrieve it from the nurse. It kind of ticked me off that some people were so careless with their medicines that I had to go to the nurse for my stinking doctor-prescribed inhaler. It was much easier to have something of that sort on my person, but not everyone was as well behaved as I.
On the way, I bumped into the same witches I met yesterday, a blonde, and Asian, and a brunette, who proceeded to give me a verbal lashing, but I simply ignored Amber and her cronies. When they shoved me out of their way in the end, I simply straightened the see though black-lace tank with a rose pattern that I had paired with a lacey red camisole underneath. I pulled at my black, fishnet, fingerless gloves, so that they remained in their proper position as well before continuing to the nurse's office.
My mom and I had already discussed everything with the timid nurse yesterday, so no time was wasted in bringing out the brand new inhaler, still in its box with labels and dosage on it, though I did have time to examine the small white room full of medical tools with a small bed in the corner. I didn't bother too much though, because I was painfully aware that I would be here again. My name could be seen in the clearly typed letters on the label of my inhaler's box: Miriam Salteri. Removing the item from the box, I shook it, placed it in my mouth, pressed twice, inhaled and held my breath. I put it back and gave it to the nurse whose hair was just as mousy as her personality before exhaling again.
Stepping out into the hall caused me to collide with a guy who appeared to be about my age. A rebel by the look of the chain hanging off his pants and the rock band t-shirt peeking out from under his black leather jacket, not to mention the bright red hair. It was like a case of strawberries gone mad or rebellious raspberries. He glared down at me but I just ignored the look.
"Sorry about that but hi, I'm new," I said trying to be polite with that apology and a decent greeting.
"So what?" he folds his arms, the annoyance still clear on his face.
I try not to let it bother me and see if I can get through to him with a different approach: teasing. "Are you always this nice?"
"Especially with new students."
I just rolled my eyes at this. I was getting nowhere with him, but I guess that was life. "Whatever Raspberry," I said with a smirk. I couldn't stop that one⦠that hair was something else. He looked irritated, but I quickly continued before he had a chance to speak. "I'm Miriam by the way. I'll see you around, but I've got to get back to class now." With that I left, not bothering to glance back at the guy, whom I had clearly just ticked off.
Once I was back in class it seemed that the teacher had handed out worksheets about reading music. What did he think we were? Five? Needless to say I finished it in no time flat and began quietly singing the tune that had been stuck in my head all day.
"Mi morena
Saw you dancing in the rain
Holy water
Shining like a silver flame
Come like a ghost
I will watch you dance alone
Mi morena
You're the light within my soul"
It was a guy who originally sung it, but the range was just right for my alto voice. Yes, I can sing soprano as well, but I'm just a better alto. It was after I had sung the chorus for like the fifth time that I noticed a guy that had silver hair with black tips looking around for something. "Do you need help?" I enquired.
"I would very much appreciate it. I can't seem to find my notebook," he replied, turning to look at me. I couldn't help but momentarily admire his heterochromatic eyes. One was a startling gold while the other was a beautiful emerald green.
"What does it look like and where did you last have it?"
"It's a brown spiral notebook and I had it either in here or out in the courtyard."
"Well, we can't check the courtyard until after class, but I'll help you look around here for now."
While we looked for his notebook, I tried to chat with him. It was a rather difficult task, and if I asked him much about himself, he'd clam up, but I did learn that his name was Lysander. The one subject I could get him to talk about was music, especially singing. That was fine with me, since it was clearly a topic I was well versed in. Before long we were talking about ways to improve one's overall tone when singing and which techniques should be used less frequently than they normally are.
When the bell rang for the next class we continued our discussion as we went to look in the courtyard. His notebook was sitting right on the bench next to a tree, so it didn't take us long to discover as much, but guess who I saw under that tree. Yep, the strawberry-haired guy who hadn't been so polite to me before.
