Her clock read six thirty. Cursing insomnia Gaz opened one of her painted
over windows and climbed out, the cool air ripping her hair from her face.
She stretched her long body out on the roof, and rested her head on her
arms.
Quietly, Gaz scanned the sky looking for it. After a few minuets Gaz found it. Draco. Her constellation. Her comfort, it was the one thing that was always there, winking dully among the brightest stars. She traced it's tail with one of her long fingers.
"Beautiful isn't it" a deep voice said behind her
Out of instinct, her head jerked back towards the source of the sound. The hair on the back of her neck slowly calmed down as Gaz realized the voice belonged to Dib. With spider-like agility, Dib climbed out of her window, and sat a few feet away from her. He was a long, thin, pale boy clad in all black that contrasted with his skin, eyes like chocolate. Dark and sweet. His messes of ink black hair blended perfectly with the night, his cheeks flushed, and his lips an obvious red, resembling those of someone who had just kissed passionately. Gaz felt herself grow warm, even though the wind had brought shivers earlier.
"Sometimes." Dib said with an air of someone who was unsure of weather they should tell or keep something a secret "Sometimes I just want to give up believing in the paranormal."
"Don't" Gaz said a little too quickly, a little too roughly.
"But then I remember mom, and if studying the paranormal will help me find her someday, then dammit I'll study."
She chuckled darkly. Dib might just be the only person who gave a damn about her. Her fingers traced around her body until they closed around her skull necklace, and she gripped it tightly. The only lasting memory of her mother. An heirloom with the family woman. Dib was the only person who would listen to her talk about mom. If she confronted her dad, he would freeze up and walk away, so his children never pressed the matter.
She released her hold on her necklace. It had left an imprint on her palm, a perfectly shaped skull.
They both jumped when her alarm clock rung. Gaz climbed silently back into her window, and slid on her dark attire. She would blend into the shadows today, just like every other day.
Makeup would be a waste, she hadn't washed her face the night before. Her breakfast was tasteless, a horribly failed attempt of Dibs to cook.
The walk to skool was silent that day. It always was. When they weren't alone, words seemed empty.
Gaz hated her teacher. Mr. Elworthy acted like he was fucking high all the time.
"Okay class!" he said in his annoyingly shallow voice "Toda-"
BAM
With her elbow, Gaz had shoved her book off of her desk, still staring strait ahead. Mr. Elworthy had immediately thrown himself on the floor, and curled up in a ball. After five minuets he got up slowly and continued with his lesson, his smile looking a bit fixed.
Mr. Elworthy had been in the Vietnamese war, and any time he heard something roughly like a gunshot, he would respond like this. Anything to shut him up, no matter how cruel it was, was very welcome.
He droned on and on in that annoying, happy voice of his. Instead of taking notes, Gaz got out a thumbtack and dragged it across part of her arm. She sat in the shadows of the back of the classroom, so no one would notice. Even is she had sat in the front, no one would have noticed. She took a finger and dipped into the deep red river, smearing it on her desk. This desk belonged to her. She dipped another finger in it, and then sucked on the tip, the delicious tang instantly rushing to every corner of her mouth, the sting in her arm sharpening her senses, reminding her that she was alive. The teacher was happy, the students were bored, and even though death reeked through every corner of her mind, spreading the black through her body, she was alive
Quietly, Gaz scanned the sky looking for it. After a few minuets Gaz found it. Draco. Her constellation. Her comfort, it was the one thing that was always there, winking dully among the brightest stars. She traced it's tail with one of her long fingers.
"Beautiful isn't it" a deep voice said behind her
Out of instinct, her head jerked back towards the source of the sound. The hair on the back of her neck slowly calmed down as Gaz realized the voice belonged to Dib. With spider-like agility, Dib climbed out of her window, and sat a few feet away from her. He was a long, thin, pale boy clad in all black that contrasted with his skin, eyes like chocolate. Dark and sweet. His messes of ink black hair blended perfectly with the night, his cheeks flushed, and his lips an obvious red, resembling those of someone who had just kissed passionately. Gaz felt herself grow warm, even though the wind had brought shivers earlier.
"Sometimes." Dib said with an air of someone who was unsure of weather they should tell or keep something a secret "Sometimes I just want to give up believing in the paranormal."
"Don't" Gaz said a little too quickly, a little too roughly.
"But then I remember mom, and if studying the paranormal will help me find her someday, then dammit I'll study."
She chuckled darkly. Dib might just be the only person who gave a damn about her. Her fingers traced around her body until they closed around her skull necklace, and she gripped it tightly. The only lasting memory of her mother. An heirloom with the family woman. Dib was the only person who would listen to her talk about mom. If she confronted her dad, he would freeze up and walk away, so his children never pressed the matter.
She released her hold on her necklace. It had left an imprint on her palm, a perfectly shaped skull.
They both jumped when her alarm clock rung. Gaz climbed silently back into her window, and slid on her dark attire. She would blend into the shadows today, just like every other day.
Makeup would be a waste, she hadn't washed her face the night before. Her breakfast was tasteless, a horribly failed attempt of Dibs to cook.
The walk to skool was silent that day. It always was. When they weren't alone, words seemed empty.
Gaz hated her teacher. Mr. Elworthy acted like he was fucking high all the time.
"Okay class!" he said in his annoyingly shallow voice "Toda-"
BAM
With her elbow, Gaz had shoved her book off of her desk, still staring strait ahead. Mr. Elworthy had immediately thrown himself on the floor, and curled up in a ball. After five minuets he got up slowly and continued with his lesson, his smile looking a bit fixed.
Mr. Elworthy had been in the Vietnamese war, and any time he heard something roughly like a gunshot, he would respond like this. Anything to shut him up, no matter how cruel it was, was very welcome.
He droned on and on in that annoying, happy voice of his. Instead of taking notes, Gaz got out a thumbtack and dragged it across part of her arm. She sat in the shadows of the back of the classroom, so no one would notice. Even is she had sat in the front, no one would have noticed. She took a finger and dipped into the deep red river, smearing it on her desk. This desk belonged to her. She dipped another finger in it, and then sucked on the tip, the delicious tang instantly rushing to every corner of her mouth, the sting in her arm sharpening her senses, reminding her that she was alive. The teacher was happy, the students were bored, and even though death reeked through every corner of her mind, spreading the black through her body, she was alive