First of all, for all of you people who read the first chapter and said something like this, : ' Oh, she just took the whole book and just made it over again using Sonic characters', here's what I have to say to you: Screw you. Second of all, I didn't do that. Though it is true that I am using all the same scenes and stuff, I didn't copy the dialogue or description or the book. I tried to make it as close to the story as I possibly can without making it looked like I copied the book over again. Third of all, I changed all the character's names, though they will have the same personality, I sorta changed the way some of them act. And I made some characters of my own, because there's just so many parts in here and not enough Sonic characters to fill them.
Now that that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy!
1. First Sight
My mother had driven me to the airport. Today was the day that I was going to exchange sunny Santa Fe for the always-rainy, dark and gloomy Lexington. It was 90F outside. The last time I would ever see a temperature that high in a long time. I didn't have many friends, so I didn't have to worry about long, hurtful goodbyes. But some gave me a few keepsakes. One gave me a cactus, to remember the dryness of where I once lived. Another had given me a scrapbook of all the things we did together, which wasn't much. But somehow, she still managed to fill it up to the brink with dozens of picture. I even tried to give myself a farewell present by wearing all of my favorite clothes. A nice light blue camisole under a very detailed yellow blouse, and very dark blue jeans. But in my arm, I had had a thick, heavy dark blue sweater that I was told specifically by my mom that I had to put on immediately after arriving in Lexington.. But I didn't mind. It would help me to fit in, and maybe possibly become invisible within the town. I even didn't really mind that it covered my present to myself. But I highly doubt that anyone in Lexington wore any color that was brighter than blue, but if I wanted to make a good impression on this town, try and stick out as much as possible.
Not that this was my first time being here.
My mother and Father had, in fact, both lived here when they're were married. But my mother finally had broken out of this gloomy town just when I was a few months old. After that, I was sentenced to spend a month every summer there until I turned the age of 14. That was when the madness had to stop. I had forced my father, (who I've always called Max, but never directly to his face.) to come stay with me in Santa Fe, New Mexico for 2 ½ weeks rather than a whole month.
But today was the day that I was going to take a permanent vacation in Lexington. A trip which I've never intended a desire to go on in the first place.
"Leah," my mother had said to me right after I gave my ticket to the flight attendant – "Please, you don't can stay here. You don't have to go. Stay with me."
As much as I would have loved to have said, ' Sure, mom. Let's go home.' , I knew I couldn't do that. And as much as I would rather have had a sunburn than to be soaked with rain every day, I couldn't have that. And then, while I looked up into my mother light green eyes, I realized something. My mother was what some people would call hare-brained or naive. How could she ever take care of herself properly. As free willing and childish as I knew her to be, I bet that she wouldn't even remember to go to the grocery store half of the time. But she did have her boyfriend Jared to help fend fo herself. And the bills would get paid. No more frequent blackouts.
"Please, mom. Trust me, I want to go." I said as convincingly as I possibly could.
"No you don't. You're a horrible liar, you know that?" She said with tears starting to come from he corners or her eyes. Despite her age, she looked so young that sometimes people would confuse us as sisters.
"Don't worry. I promise you that when the first thing goes wrong, I'll be on the first plane back." I said truthfully.
"Tell Max I said hi, and give him a kiss for me." she said, her voice shaking a little.
I nodded my head twice, saying," Bye mom, I love you." Then I gave her a hug.
"I love you too." she said squeezing harder.
"Don't worry," I said while letting go, "It'll be fine."
I slowly started to walk into the dark corridor leading towards the plane. The place I could see for the time, the place where I've spent the last 17 years of my life is leaving me behind as I fly off onto my imminent doom.
But the plane ride's the easy part.
Being in the car with Max is going to be the awkward part of the entire trip.
But he had basically set me into the high school, and was trying to help me buy a new car (well, actually 'used'.) But all that is on my mind is the car ride. What could I talked to him about? We didn't exactly have that much in common. It seemed that after today, the only thing that we would have in common is these big chocolate-brown eyes of ours, and the fact that both of us are squirrel Mobians. I brushed my bushy tail nervously. But how much can you have common with a person you only saw for half a month every year? But I guess I have to deal with it, since I'll be living there now.
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When I got off of the plane slowly, I saw my father, and that he started to have a small smile appearing across his lips. 'My little girl is finally home,' he must be thinking. But the background behind him was what I had been focusing on more. The rain was drizzling on the see-through glass, making little patterns in it. That was the only reason why I couldn't smile when I walked towards him. What mad me even less likely to smile was the fact the I could never see the bright, glowing ball of sunshine I've grown so accustomed to. When I put my two lightly packed bags down in front of him, he had quickly given me an awkward hug. Not that it was in a weird position. You try to see how you feel when you hug someone that you see for only about 2 weeks every year.
"How are you kiddo?" Max had said happily as he possibly could.
"I'm good. It's nice to see you too." I answered a little bit sarcastically.
He picked up my two scarcely packed bags and moved his head awkward as if he was telling me to follow him. When I realized that that was what he was doing, I quickly ran to catch up with him.
I was always slow at realizing things.
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"Do you remember Harold from the Canyon Rio reservation in Luna de Azul?" Max tried to pronounce in his best Spanish, but failed miserably as he put my bags in his regular-every day car. I was just glad he didn't bring the police cruiser. The last thing I want is for every to know that the chief's daughter has returned home for good.
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, maybe you might remember him from all the fishing trips we used to take with him.
"Oh, okay." I said while nodding as the scarce memories of the stranger with us, when we went fishing many years ago.
"Well, he's paralyzed now. So, he can't drive. But he has decided to sell it to me cheap."
My eyes widened as he said that sentence. I always wanted my own car. So I wouldn't have to ask anyone to take me somewhere. I could just go. But then something hit me.
"What do you mean by cheap?" I asked curiously. I didn't want to buy something that was way out of my price range.
"Well, here's the thing. I kinda already bought it for you."
My face probably looked like I was speechless (which I was), because when I peeked sideways across the car, I saw a smug smile appear across Max's mouth.
"Dad, you really didn't have to do that. I mean, Mom already gave me some money for a car and–"
"Well, that can go to your college fund." he answered simply.
"But I have to pay her back." I said, my voice shaking a little from the excitement of having my own car. And for free.
"I'll give her back to money." He said, not taking no for an answer.
I sighed and eased more into the car seat.
After about 2 minutes of silence and the hum of the engine filling emptiness, my father had said suddenly, " Just think of it as a present for you deciding to come here. I know that it must be hard for both of you and you mom for you to come here. But I promised you, you'll warm up to this place in no time." He said while he patted my thigh.
Little did he know that I had no intention of ever being happy here. But I would at the very least try. Though I knew that wouldn't work.
After 20 minutes of talking about what had happened in our lives in the past year, how thw weather was here and in New Mexico, we ran out of things to say. We just stared out of the window. That was when I found out the at this place wasn't as gloomy as I'd remembered it to be.
It was green.
Very green.
Maybe a little too green.
Every tree branch was covered in a copious amount of moss. From the canopies to the base of the tree was covered with some amount. I got a little dizzy from the excess of green in this place. Green was slowly becoming my least favorite color. Yet it subtracted the gloominess from this tiny town. I could almost call this town beautiful.
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After a while, we finally made to the house of where I was sentenced to spend my time at.
Max's house.
It was very a nice green color, but sadly,(for me), on the sides of the house, there were signs of moss that were very prominent. That made me fell a little nauseous.
But all of those feelings went away when my eyes went towards the metal object on the street. It was old, rusty, with the car being the same color as the rust. A deep, yet faded brick red . I don't know why, but I instantly had little pictures of myself in this broken down mess. But I loved it. It was my broken down mess.
I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt to get a better look at my car. If I didn't trip while getting out first.
Which I somehow managed to do, even though I got out as carefully as I possibly could. My dad noticed my little fumble got out of the car quickly and (without tripping) ran to my side to help me up.
"Leah, you have to be more careful. The ground is very slippery when it's drizzling out." He had said while lifting me to my feet.
"Is that my car?" I said brushing off his comment, but taking it in consideration for later.
I started to put my sweater on and the hood, while he was saying,"Yeah," while he had a slight blush on his face. "Do you like it?"
"Like it, no. But I love it! Thanks so much." I said with pure happiness in my tone.
"Wow, I never thought that you would actually 'love' this thing." He said while hitting my truck on the left side.
Which I did not like at all.
"Hey, no disrespecting the 'truck'." I said while emphasizing the word 'truck'.
"Well, okay, okay. I'll go get your bags." Max said while backing off and walking towards his car.
I started to walk around my 'new' car , and checking out from all the angles I took one of my hands and moved it across one of it's bumpers in the front. I could feel some of the paint come off on my hand. I looked at my hand and there was, indeed, a small amount of paint on my hand. I quickly wiped it off on the back on my jeans, and quickly ran inside Max's house after realizing that he actually did leave. He put all my bags near the stairs. I looked all around the house, as if taking it all in at once. But then I turned to see all of my school from age 5 to just when I turned 16 two years ago. I looked into the kitchen and saw the brightly colored yellow cabinets that my mother had painted while trying to bring color into this dreary house.
"I bet you're thinking that this house never changed, right?" Max had said suddenly while leaning against the door frame to the kitchen.
"Yeah. It was like I remembered it last year." I said while walking around the house, trying to find some difference.
"Well, you know how busy I can be. I just never have the time to decorate."
"But you kept everything exactly the same. Some people at least change the curtains every once in a while." I counteracted when I returned to the kitchen.
He nodded, agreeing with me. "Maybe I never wanted to change anything."
There was a silent breeze filling the entire house.
"I'm gonna go upstairs to unpack." I said, now feeling more uncomfortable than before. I took my bags and ran upstairs (thankfully without tripping) without sparking an answer from Max.
If I remember anything about this house when I grow old, I would always remember that my bedroom here was on the west side of the house facing the front line. I remember out of all my years here in the summer, little kids playing outside. But I had never been here in the winter, so I did not know what to expect. I hesitantly opened the door and had seen that Max really had never changed this house at all.
It was a very simple room, with wooden floors, and light blue walls, with the peaked ceiling being a nice cream-white color, like the outside of the house. The bed was a simple dak brown twin size bed with a multi-colored quilt folded on the foot of my bed. There was also a rocking chair from my little spent time here when I was just a tiny little baby. The curtains were a nice bright yellow, which made me remember that nice warmth that I should fell on my skin right now. But didn't A tear had started to well up in my left eye, but is should not let it fall. At least not until night fall.
I put my bags on my bed, and started to unzip them. I have to remind myself that I have to go shopping this weekend. I looked into my bags. My mom had desperately ran all over the state of New Mexico to find me some winter clothes. She even tried to go on the internet, but when she tried to pay for it, she realized that she had not payed for credit card in 3 months. So I'm stuck with what she had to buy in New Mexico, which wasn't much. After I finished putting all my clothes inside of the small dresser that a dark brown across from my bed, I turned around to see that there was a calendar posted next to my door. I realized that I didn't even know what today's date. I knew that today was a Sunday, so I started to walk over to the calendar. I looked down at it, and had seen that today was January 18th . Tomorrow would be January 19th. The worst day of my life. Just thinking about had started to make the tears swell up again.
After I finished unpacking ,I had taken all my things I had needed to freshen up, and walked up another flight of stairs to go to the communal bathroom, which I had to share with Max. I wasn't very thrilled about that, but it was yet another thing to deal with here. I knocked on the bathroom door and opened it, so see if anyone was inside. When I saw that there was no one in side I walked in quickly and closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. It turned out that no matter how much time you've spent in the sun, it would never change the color of your fur. I knew that I would never ever fit in with these people here. I had very light brown fur, compared to Max's deep brown, and my mom's chestnut. It was like my brown had been watered down, though it was close to my mother's color. I looked almost of a milk chocolate color, only 3 or 4 shades lighter. I took a brush and started to brush my slightly dampen brown hair, which was somewhat tangled. While I was brushing my hair, I remember, all the colors that would appear in my hair in the sunlight. Different shades of brown, with some red and blond highlights that you could see some what, but they were never very prominent as the different shades of brown. If I couldn't find a comfortable spot within 500 kids, let alone 3000 people in my old school, how could I even hope to find one in a school that has significantly less?
I could never deal with people very well at all. I could never find that one person that I could be myself around. Even my mom who I could consider my best friend in the entire universe, was never someone who I was in any real harmony with. It was like we were never on the same page. Maybe there was something about me that people instantly rejected me, as soon as they saw me. Maybe there was something my brain, that made me this way.
But that didn't matter. All that I had to worry about is the effect of my ways. Tomorrow would just put the dominos in place.
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Lexington High school, in rainy Lexington, located in the state of Washington, had a scarcely amount of kids at that school. It totaled to an amount of 357 (now 358) students,. Where I used to live, there was more than 500 kids in my Junior class alone. This town was a considerably small town. That means that everybody had known each other. Their grandparents had been playmates when they were toddlers. Which also means that I would stick out like a sore thumb. And what would make me stick out even more was that I was the chief's daughter. Max was the Police's Chief Murphy, which would me more of a bruised thumb, than a sore one. But what had worried me most was the fact that I was going to be the new girl. I was going to be a curiosity to all these people here. A freak, a weirdo.
I couldn't sleep well, because of my crying episode, but hopefully that would been that last time I would ever happen. At least for a long time. It was probably that fact that I was in a different environment, that made me not go asleep until midnight. The rain was never ending, which drowned out my little crying fits.
I sat up and got off the bed to walk to see outside of my window. When I opened I thought that we had a blizzard, and I wouldn't have to go to school today. I felt a little joy, until I realized that it was just fog.
Really thick fog.
I sighed and went to go get dress. I try to find some of warmest clothes, but I just settled on the sweater I had yesterday, and some light blue jeans. I went to the bathroom, yet again, and brush all the tangles out of my hair. I took a quick shower, and blow dried my hair , so that it was easier to manage. I got dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I had a couple of bags under my eyes, but I thought that it made me look prettier..
Breakfast was a very nonchalant event. We sat on opposite sides on the table in the breakfast nook. We talked a little about the school, and the weather outside. Well he had wished me good luck and that I would make new friends at the school. But I didn't take that seriously. I knew from the start that I would never fit in.
After finishing his breakfast, Max had to go to work, which was his second home, and his wife and kids. I stayed in the breakfast nook to get a better look at the kitchen, which had dark patterns walls of the colors blue and brown, the bright yellow cabinets, and white marble floor. Just as I had said to Max yesterday, nothing really hadn't changed. I looked at the table, seeing a framed picture facing Max's seat, on it. I picked up and it seemed it that I knew the reason why my father didn't wan anything to change. It was a picture of my mom and Max and me, when I was a just born, taken by one of the helpful nurses. I smiled a little bit, by seeing how happy they were. Usually when people take pictures, it's fake happiness. But this was true happiness. I got up from my seat and walked into the very, tiny family room, to see all of the pictures from my first day of school, to just last year. I had seen all these pictures when I walked in, but now getting a good look at them, I realized that they looked little embarrassing to actually see how I changed through out all of my school years. But they are actually not as bad as I though they were. But then, at the end of the travel through my school years, I had seen a few pictures of me and my mom. It had appeared that Max had never gotten over my mom, while back at home, my old home, mom's definitely move far away from Max. I felt a little shiver go down my back. I had to get out of this house, now.
I grabbed my waterproof boots, and put them on. They had felt very unfamiliar to me, even though I had them on all day yesterday, trying to break them in. I put on my hood, and braced myself for the drizzling rain. I had to take big careful steps ,just so I won't trip (again). I grabbed the house key and quickly walked outside to the inside dryness of my truck.
Inside the truck it was nice and dry, just as I expected. Max probably cleaned it up, but it still had the distinct smell of gasoline, and tobacco. I crossed my two fingers while I slowly put the key into the ignition. It had quickly roared to life, to my joy. But I knew something was bound to happen while I was driving, so I slowly put my foot on the gas, and drove off as carefully as I possibly could. I sure didn't want to be at school early.
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Finding the school, wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. It was, like most things, right off the highway. But the houses that had lead to the school were very interesting. They had all been nearly identical, like the ones in a community. But getting to the actual school, was very hard. There were so many trees and shrubs blocking the sign, that I couldn't see at first glance.
When I finally found the sign that lead to the school, I circled around the school a couple time so that by the time I got in to the entrance, there wouldn't be any students roaming around, no one to notice me. I parked around the sign that had said: FRONT OFFICE. I decided that since I didn't want to go around the school, like a complete idiot, I would just get directions.
I turned off the toasty truck, and unwillingly steeped out of it, but not before putting my hood on first. I ran down a stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a relaxing, and deep breath before beginning my school career in these wetlands. I felt a little tear come down my face. I quickly wiped it away.
It was bright inside, because of the fluorescent light hanging from above . The office was surprisingly small, off to the side was a little waiting area with a couple of padded chairs. I walked over to the counter where there was 3 desks which there was a black fox woman who was wearing glasses She was also wearing a dark blue t-shirt, which immediately made me feel like I was over dressed.
"Can I help you?" she said while looking up from the papers that were on her desk.
"Um, I'm LeighAnn Murphy," I informed her, using my full name. I saw the awareness in her eyes as soon as she heard my name. Pretty soon, that was going to happen with everyone else here. I've been the big topic of gossip. I could almost hear people taking about me in my head. I've come home, indeed.
"Of course," she said happily. She went down into one of her desk drawers, and went deep inside of it until she found what she was looking for. "Here we go," she said with a file in her hand. She got up out of her seat and walked to the counter. She opened the file onto the flat surface. "I have your schedule, right here, and," she said while going below the counter and pulling up a piece of paper, " A map of the school."
She highlighted all the best and quickest route on the map, and she said that I might have to backtrack a little but it wasn't that much. She then gave me a slip of paper that I had to have every teacher that I had sign it, and I was to bring it back to her at the end of the school day. While I was walking out, she wished me a good day in school, and welcomed me to Lexington. I turned around and gave her a very convincing smile.
I ran out side into the rain, and saw groups of students roaming around. Guess I did get to school early after all. I wondered why I didn't hear the bell ring. I put on my hood and tried to blend in as much as possible. I was surprised to see that there were many cars that were a lot like mine. Old and rusted. That made me a little glad. Where I used to live, in sunny Santa Fe, it wasn't very rare at all to see a Porsche, or Mercedes-Benz driving into school. But the nicest car I saw here was a practically brand spankin' new Volvo, and it stood out a lot. Like it wasn't even funny.
When I finally got into my truck, it was still toasty and warm. I looked at the map the secretary had given me and tried to memorized that and the routes and the schedule. If I actually worked at something, I could memorize just about anything. Then after that I took a deep, relaxing breath. Hopefully no one will notice me. And if they do, they won't bite. I took my bag from the bag of the truck seat and slowly stepped out of the car and started walking with the students into the school.
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My first class was in building 3. Once I got around the cafeteria, it was easy to spot. There was a large white 3 on a black square, made it very easy to see. I hoped that all the buildings were labeled like that. I felt myself having butterflies in my stomach when I saw myself approaching my first class. I noticed myself starting to hyperventilate when I followed two unisex rain coats through the door.
The classroom was smaller than I expected. Every one was talking to their friends so no one would notice me give the paper to Mr. Monroe. He was a black fox, just like the secretary, and he was also wearing glasses. He looked at me confusingly, and then looked down at the paper and I saw his eyes widen. I could feel my face turning red when he looked up at me. He sent me to the back of the room, to my relief. No one could turn around to see me without getting trouble with the teacher.
But they somehow managed to do that, and the teacher managed not to notice them doing that. I just kept my eyes on the reading list Mr. Monroe had given me. It was pretty simple, and I had read these books already. Shakespeare, Hamlet, Faulkner. It made me feel a little comfortable, but also a little bored. I wished my mom would send me my old essays from home, but I knew she wouldn't. She would said that I was cheating. But I how could I cheat off of something that I wrote myself? I pondered that for a moment.
More like the entire period. Before I knew it, I had heard the bell make a droning sound and every suddenly disappeared out of the classroom. I grabbed my bag and walked outside. While I was going to my next class, someone stopped me. It was a dark green hedgehog, who coincidently was wearing glasses as well,
"Aren't you LeighAnn Murphy?" He said, looking like one of those overly helpful, nerdy chess club types.
"Actually, it's Leah." I corrected him. A couple of people stopped to hear the conversation we were having.
He nodded, as if making a mental note about that. "Where's you next class?"
"I have Government next in um,... building 6." I said, pretty glad I memorized my schedule so I wouldn't have to check in my bag.
"Well, I'm going to building 4, so I could show you how to get there..." he said, a little too friendly. "I'm Arthur, by the way."
Definitely over-helpful.
But I smiled, saying: " Thanks."
He put his jacket back on, while I put up my hood, and we were back in the rain once again. I saw a few people so close to us, it was like they wanted to hear us talking. But I thought I was being paranoid.
"I'm guessing that this is a lot different than Santa Fe, right?" he asked suddenly.
"You have no idea."
"I also guessing that it doesn't rain as much like here, right?"
"Three or four times a year."
"Wow, what's that like?"
"Very sunny," I said with a little sad tone in my voice.
" You don't look so tan." He said confusingly but also interested in the reason why.
" I'm part albino."
He stopped in his tracks and looks at me with a apprehensive look. I sighed, guessing that the rain doesn't go very well with sarcasm.
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We had walked all the way back around the cafeteria, towards the buildings where the Gym was. Arthur walked me straight to the door, even though the big 4 on the side of the building gave it away.
"Well, good luck. Maybe we might have some classes together ." He said, sounding hopeful.
I gave him a convincing smile and opened the door slowly. When I turned around, I saw him waving at me, but I pretended not to notice him.
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The entire morning had become like a routine. The only thing that was different was that my trigonometry teacher, Mr. Johnson (who I've hated anyway from seeing his name next to the word 'trigonometry') had made me introduce myself to the entire class. When I did that I stammered, and blushed. Then, I tripped on myself when going to my seat. Stupid waterproof boots.
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After going to all of my morning classes, a few of the faces I saw were starting to become more familiar to me. There were a couple of people who were brave enough to introduce themselves to the new girl and ask me questions about how I like it here, and how I'm adjusting to here. I lied to them, saying that I think that I am going to adjust quickly, and that I just have to get used to the weather. But sometimes I made myself feel like I was telling the truth, but I reality, I was just becoming a little liar.
One of the girls who sat with me in Trig and Spanish walked with me towards the cafeteria for lunch time. She was a pink cat with had crazy dark curls in her hair, compared to mine. She also stood about 3 or 4 inches shorter than me. But that hair of her made up the huge difference in our heights. But I never bothered to try and remember her name, but she talked so much that there wasn't a time when I could ask her what her name was.
We sat at the end of the packed table that was filled with all of her friends, who she introduced to me. I instantly forgot their names as soon as she said them. They seemed surprised that I was even at the table, let alone sitting with them. The boy who helped me in the beginning of the school day, Arthur waved to me from across the room. I gave him a tiny wave back and a fake smile. While I was talking to 7 strangers who obviously had somewhat of an interest in me, was when I first saw them.
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They were sitting in the farthest corner, probably as far away from me as possible. There was 5 of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating either, though they had trays full of food. Yet they went untouched. I couldn't really tell what all of them were staring at as long as it wasn't me.
None of them look like they should even know each other, let alone be sitting at the same table. One of the three boys, a red echidna, looked very strong, like he spent his entire life inside of a workout gym. Or at least looked like he belonged in the Olympics. Another, an orange fox, looked leaner, but still somewhat muscular, and looked like he was little uncomfortable. The last one, a black and red hedgehog, was probably the one who looked most like a student here than any of the other boys, who looked like they belonged in college, or even have a working job here.
Then there was the girls.
The girls were complete opposites. The tall one who was a white bat, like a statue. She looked like she belonged in a Playboy magazine rather than going to this school. I could only wonder how high her self-esteem must be compared to mine. In that case, it would br very high indeed. The short girl who was a rabbit like a little pixie, looking so young that I questioned if she had skipped a couple of grades. She was so thin, that it looked like she wouldn't even fit into a size 00.
5 people looking so different, but yet, so alike at the same time. They all had dark circles under their eyes, like they'd stayed up all night studying for something. Or maybe they could sleep at all, worrying about an important test. But I could not find myself looking away for them.
It was just then when I saw the pixie girl get up from her seat, (or more like jump down) and go dump her uneaten food away. But it looking like she was dancing towards the garbage can than walking. I watched in amazement as she 'waltzed' back to her seat. No one had even noticed when she came back to her table. They just kept staring in different directions. I tried to look away before one of them noticed me, but I still found myself deciding which one was the most attractive, the Playboy model, or the boyish-looking one.
I finally forced myself to look back at the table that I was sitting at. I tapped the shoulder of my neighbor, who was the one who walked with me to lunch. She looked up are me with a question look, accustomed with a "hmm?"
"Who are they?" I asked while moving my head towards the table of beautiful strangers.
While she was looking back to see who I was talking about, the one who looked boyish, looked up at her, and then put his eyes towards me. It appeared that he had red irises, a strange eye color. He looked away quickly, much more quickly than I did, like it was almost a blur.
We both turned back at the same time, with blushes starting to appear across both of our faces. My neighbor started to giggle in embarrassment, and she turned red all over.
After her little giggling fit, she finally started to talk. "The stronger looking one, the one who looks like he should be a bodybuilder, that's Knuckles.. The only who look like he's uncomfortable and is like he looks smart, that's Miles. The tall girl who looks like a super model is Rouge. The short one's Cream. Honestly, I think doesn't even belong in this school, but she coulda skipped a few grades or something. But they all live with Dr. Robert and his wife."
" What about him?" I asked curiously while I quickly looked at the boyish looking one. He was still staring at me with an interested look on his face. The exact opposite of what I had wanted him to do.
"Him?" she said while having a little giggle fit. "That's Shadow. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't get your hopes up. According to him, he doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls are good-enough for him." She said, dejected, clearly a strong case of sour grapes. I wondered when did she get rejected.
Just to be sure that I wouldn't burst out laughing. I quickly stood up to go dump my lunch, which I barely touched.
While I went to go dump my food, I suddenly realized that the girl that I was talking with, her name was Allie. I made a mental note of that, just to make sure I don't forget.
When I came back to my lunch table, I realized that all of the people we were talking about earlier had gone and left. That was quick.
"Hey, Allie?" I questioned.
"Yeah?" She answered suddenly.
" Is Robert their last name?" I said with curiosity at the weird sounding name.
"Well, to tell you the truth, nobody really knows their last name. Not even the teachers. The only thing that everybody knows about is that they're really quiet and smart. But they're very enigmatic. In fact, the only thing that people know about them is that they're adopted from different families."
"Have they always lived here?" I asked, pretty sure that I would remember people like them in my short visits to the gloomy place.
"Well, no."she said as if it was so obvious that they didn't live here before, even like someone like me, who was somewhat new to this town. "They moved from someplace in Alaska about 2 years ago."
I nodded taking that into consideration. So they know what it's like to live in a different place than where you used to live. But they look like they haven't adjusted well at all. I felt a shiver going down my back as I wondered if I would turn out like that if I didn't adjust either. Just the thought of it made me want to try harder than before make friends.
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I had been sitting with Allie and her friends way longer than I would have if I sat alone. Which had made me a little nervous about being late to one of my classes on my first day. One of the people who I've talked to at lunch, whose name was Kayla, had Biology II with me next period. She was a black and white cat, who also had (ironically) worn glasses as well. I was starting to wonder how many people wore glasses in this town.
As we both walked inside of the classroom, Angela had walked to one of the lab seats that was probably her seat. Someone else had sat next to her while she greeted them. She already had a partner. In fact, everybody had a person to work with.
Except one.
When I went to give the paper to my teacher and introduce myself to the teacher, I had recognized Shadow, by his unusual hair color right in the center row, with the only empty seat in the class.
The teacher had given me back the slip of paper and given a black book and told me to go into the only empty seat in the class, since there was no place else. Guess I won't have to introduce myself.
I started to walk down the aisle towards my newly assign seat very slowly. I try really hard not to stare even though it was very hard not to. Then, I managed to trip on myself again and I grabbed a hold of the nearest desktop. The girl sitting there started to giggle a little. I made the accident of looking up into his eyes. His eyes – they're were very hostile, and furious. Almost like I was his antagonist. I walked to the empty seat and immediately noticed that he was leaning away from me, as far as the table could allow. And sitting on the sitting on the very edge of the chair, and adverting his eyes away from the edge of the table, where I was destined to sit, made me feel like I had B.O or something.. I sniffed my hair as inconspicuously as I possibly could. It smelled of tropical fruit, which was the scent of my shampoo. It was a pretty innocent odor. Maybe he was repulsed by that scent. But I never knew anyone who was. I put my hair down on my right shoulder, making a curtain between us and tried to focus on the teacher's lecture on cellular anatomy.
Which was boring.
I had already learned this at my old school, making it seem like I was better off in Santa Fe. But I still took notes on everything the teacher was saying.
But I couldn't help but peek through my hand-made curtain to look at this strange boy next to me. He never relaxed his stiff position, looking like he wasn't breathing, or was trying very hard not to. I could see that his left hand was balled tightly into a fist. He looked almost like a statue. His right hand was on the table, also balled into a fist, showing off all of the veins in his arm. His entire arm had looked surprisingly hard and muscular. Looks like seeing someone from a distance and seeing them up close, you can notice many different things.
I tried to focus as much as I possibly could so that I wouldn't look through again. So I made a game for myself: Write down 5 bullets of notes, and get a peek. You could only imagine how many pages I had filled with notes.
After filling yet another 5 bullets of notes. I tried to look up again, but then immediately looked down at my notebook again. He was looking down at me, his eyes completely filled with disgust, as if he had known that I was doing this act of looking up at him in regular intervals. I noticed that his eyes were no longer the bloody red that I had seen in the cafeteria, but were now a charcoal color. The term 'if looks can kill' and 'curiosity killed the cat' suddenly ran through my mind.
Before I knew it, the droning sound of the bell, indicating that 6th period was over had rung. Before I knew it, the strange boy that was sitting next to me, was gone, already out of the door, before some students could even gather their things. I noticed that he was much taller than I imagined him to be. I started to feel tears swell up in my eyes. I already had somebody who obviously hated me, and I wasn't even finished with my first day of school yet. I slowly felt my temper start to break out and I balled my fists tightly, just as the boy next to me had done.
"Excuse me, but aren't you LeighAnn Murphy?" I heard a male voice ask.
I had looked up to see an baby-faced fox, whose fur was a deep brown, which added on to his babyness. He smiled a warm, friendly smile as I started to gather my things. He was one of the very few people who had talked to me ally day that didn't where glasses. And definitely think that I smelled bad.
"Actually, it's Leah." I corrected him with a smile.
"I'm Andy."
"Hi, Andy."
"Do you need help finding your next class?"
"Actually, I'm headed to gym, I'm sure I could find that."
"That's were I'm going too!" he said, sounding thrilled. But that probably would have happened anyway with the school having a little over 350 students.
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We walked all the way to gym, having a very interesting conversation. He'd lived in California until he was 12, so he'd missed the sun almost as much as I did. It turned out that he was in my English class as well. He was the nicest person I'd met today, as well as the one I had talked to the most to.
Once we entered the gym, Andy had asked me," So, what did you do to make Shadow so pissed at you? Usually the guy doesn't talk or do anything, but when you sat next to him, it looked like he couldn't even breathe."
I stopped in my foot tracks. So, that wasn't his normal behavior at all. I gave myself a little smile and decided to play dumb.
"Leah? You okay?" he said, sounding concerned.
"That was the boy I sat next to in Biology?" I had asked nonchalantly as possible.
"Yeah, it looked like he was in pain or something."
"I don't know, I never spoke to him.." I said.
"Well, if I sat by you, I would talk to you." he said a little too friendly. He lingered by me for a few more minutes, talking to me, before the gym teacher had ordered him to going and get dressed. I gave a little snicker before heading into the girl's locker room.
I took out my paper for the last time, and asked him to sign it for me. He then found me a uniform, but had not told me too get dressed which was find by me. The only problem I had I this class was that it was mandatory for all four years, while at home, it was only required for two years. This was the only thing that had made me feel like I was in my own personal hell.
That and my Biology class.
Watching four volleyball games, and almost getting hit by out-of-bounds balls, I saw many of my memories of getting injured, (and injuring others) suddenly went through my head. I felt a little sick to my stomach.
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The final bell at last.
The day was over.
Now I just have to go through this process for another 6 months.
Not to mention my school year.
The rain was gone, that was a good thing. But the wind was very strong and cold. I felt wrapped my arms around myself to try and keep warm. When I had walked in the warm FRONT OFFICE door, I felt the urge to turn around and go back out.
The strange boy who sat next me, Shadow, was standing at the same exact desk that I went to went I came here about 8 hours ago. I quickly went back into the hallway where I entered. It appeared that he didn't notice that I had entered. I pressed my back against the wall, waiting for the receptionist to be free.
He was arguing with her, trying to get any class for an exchange of his 6th period biology.
Any other time.
I just couldn't believe that someone could hate me so much that they wanted to switch classes just to stay away from me. I felt the tears starting to well up again for the second time in about an hour.
I felt a gust of cold wind suddenly fill the room rustling the papers on the desk. I started to walk back inside of the office. It was girl that had came in, put a piece of white paper in the wire basket, and then walked back outside. I now stood towards the back towards the small waiting area.
I saw him slowly turn around in my direction, with his face, purely handsome, but were plastered with piercing, hate-filled eyes. I felt a great wave of pure, unadulterated fear sudden engulf me. But It was only for a couple seconds, as he then turned back around and say, with his voice dripping like honey, " Never mind. I can see that you can't do anything." he then, moved closer towards the receptionist's face, ans then said,"But I can at least thank you for what you tried to do."
And with that, he quickly walked out without saying another word, or looking at me. For, that, I was glad.
I walked meekly to the desk, my face having a blank stare on it, and I handed her the white slip with all my teacher's name on it.
"How did you enjoy your first day?" she said sounding very maternal.
"Pretty good," I lied, my voice barely audible. All I could think about were those dark eyes looking at me. She didn't look convinced.
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When I walked back to my truck, I silently got in and let myself just stare into blank space, thinking bout what had just happened. But pretty soon, I felt my temperature go down so I turned on the car and the heater, and let myself drive all the way back to my 'new' home, letting a few tears escape, finally.
Looks like I was going to have another crying fit when I go to bed again.
Well that's all folks!
You don't even want to know how long it took me to type ths.
I hope that it's good!
But first let me give you the cast of the characters:
Leah (pronounced: LAY-ah) .... Bella
Shadow....................................... Edward
Knuckles......................................Emmett
Rouge..........................................Rosalie
Cream...........................................Alice
Miles "Tails" Prower..................Jasper
Arthur............................................Eric
Allie................................................Jessica
Kayla...............................................Angela
Andy................................................Mike
Max...................................................Charlie
Lilly...................................................Renee
Harold................................................Billy
That's all I could really think of right now.
I really hope you enjoy!
I'll be sure to upload as soon as I possibly can, but these chapters are just too damn long.
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See ya!