BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-SLAM! Agh. Not the way to wake up in the morning.
I opened my eyes slowly to see my dim, undecorated bedroom. Grey shadows crept across the high white walls, as I suspected they did every morning.
It's just a temporary apartment, I thought. My place was small, but it felt open because it was exceptionally bare. The previous tenants had left a couch under a window looking down three stories to the street. I had no real possessions—my bed and night table were the only pieces of furniture I owned. This was not a consequence of a lack of funds, but rather my avoidance of shopping due to my extreme dislike of social interaction.
Despite disliking people, I had always thought I would like city life, and after living here for two weeks I could affirm that I did. The people were colder, caught up in their own business and less likely to start up a conversation with me. No one would bother to keep tabs on me. I was just another number here. I had moved Domino City because I needed to break free, craving a new life. A life of my own. With a passion to get away, I just left as quickly as I could. I hadn't done much research on the culture of cities, I didn't think it mattered as I had no plans to take part in it. I chose Domino because of its size and warm weather.
It seemed strange to be getting a house and living alone—I was only seventeen. I had it with my father. He had sent me to a prestigious boarding school, Cross Academy, which I eventually came to enjoy. However, as soon as I warmed up to the school, my father pulled me out. I still have no reason why, but my best guesses are that he either just wanted to make me miserable or because he had nothing better to do. Then he sent me to finishing school. It did not take. Besides, when in my life was I ever going to need to balance a book on my head? Not an essential life skill. I could no longer tolerate the demands of my father and successfully fled from him.
My new place was still an adjustment. It was so lonely all by itself. I had never been much of a shopper, nor a decorator, and did not know what to do with the space. It doesn't really matter, I reminded myself, I will only be here until I can find a loft of my own.
That was the one thing I liked about this place, though: it was mine. No one knew where I was, nobody disturbed me, and I was independent. All I needed for now was a place to eat and sleep.
And do homework. I still planned to finish high school. I had done well at my previous school, the real one, after I came around to it. My success along with the reputation of the school earned me a spot in a handful of advanced classes and kept me on track to graduate.
Rubbing my eyes, I twisted my body and softly placed my feet on the ground. I adjusted my camisole, twisted from sleep, as I slowly walked to the bathroom. I switched on the bathroom light and leaned forward, placing my palms on either side of the sink.
There I was in the mirror, just like always. My hair was not a tone commonly found in nature, and a curl had never touched it. My striking silvery-yellow hair stretched to right above my bust, only complimented by my light blue eyes. My skin was clear and pale. Very pale. I turned my head from side to side for a brief self-evaluation, then leaned back and lifted my palms from the sink. Without having to reach far, I turned on the water for the shower, hoping the warm water would soothe my nerves. Before I stepped in, I pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it on the pile acting as my hamper. Next, I slid my boy-shorts down my long legs and added them to the heap.
As I let the warm water soak through me, I thought about what my first day at a normal public school would be like. My brother had assured me public school was not that bad, but he had a lot more interest in socializing and being around other people than I did. I really had no interest in other people at all and avoided them to the best of my ability. The only person in my life that I truly cared about and could tolerate was my twin brother. I did not even get along with my little sister. I suppose it was possible that Jude and I only had the connection we did because we were twins. I felt my heart sink a little as I thought of him. Great, now I'm starting to miss him.
I turned the water off and stepped out. Once I was ready, I found my clothes. This new uniform was not nearly as nice as my former one—more preppy than sophisticated. I was not thrilled with the design and considered wearing an alternative of my own. I decided against it as I envisioned myself standing out as the only student out of uniform.
By habit, I tied the blue bow the way I had for my day class uniform. I put on a headband to push my hair out of my face, then finished getting ready. I checked myself over to make sure I looked neat and professional, grabbed an apple, and headed for the door.
Domino City High School, here I come.
Excuse the high school cliché, I do have her there for a reason, but the story does move out of it.
As a note for you visual people, the best way to describe her hair color: the same as Marik's, but she can't tell you that, so I am.
And props to those who got my reference, you have good taste!
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Next Chapter: So It Starts She'll run into a beloved character not quite as superior as Kaiba. He's outgoing and friendly, everything she's afraid of.
