New chapter now, yaaaayy~! (Everyone, say it with me, okay?)
Beta note: If you see this face: 83, your cat is being raped by your neighbour.
-|First Day of School! - September 2, 2009|-
Upon awakening the next lovely, amazing, fantastic, bright, sunshiny morning, I recalled the events of the previous evening. The nice man at the salon, the car ride home, and Cross' rant afterwards. If I remember it clearly, it happened something like this...
-|Flashback – The previous night|-
Cross stomped up the stairs after me, yelling the entire way, like the ugly, mean, raging, rampaging jerk-face that he normally was. "Is he the reason you were taking so long with your goddamn haircut yesterday? I swear, I leave you alone for five minutes and-"
"Ten!" I corrected after cutting him off.
"Shut up. As I was saying: I leave you alone for ten minutes and you start hanging out with strange older men!"
"So what if he's strange? You left me alone. I had to get home somehow, Uncle."
"Go to sleep!"
And I did.
-|Return to the present|-
Basically, it was quite a normal day. Do what Cross forces me to do, then get scolded by him for doing so.
After reminiscing over the not-so-spectacular, average, ordinary, everyday-type of day I had yesterday, I threw on the uniform of my new school and glanced sadly at my shiny, sparkly, reflective, silver mirror before pulling on my boots and leaving my smallish, square, bedroom. I grabbed my schoolbag on the way out the door, and began my long, perilous, painful, murderous journey to the high school, two blocks down the road from point A.
I arrived at school that day, only to be met with many curious stares of amazement, wonder, and, last but certainly not least, curiosity. Apparently, the citizens of this town weren't accustomed to new people moving in. They looked at me as if I were intruding upon some sort of super-secret club meeting or something. Even though they all seemed so obviously intent on questioning me, only one of them actually had the nerve to approach me - a smiling, sparkling, young female with ridiculously long, black hair. As she came closer to me, I realized that she was taller than me. Great, at least I was taller than the girls at my old school.
While I was busy focusing on our height differences, she started shrieking at me in her obnoxiously high-pitched, girly voice. "Hi, you're new. You're British, right? I heard about you. My name's Lenalee Lee. Nice to meet you!" The girl said excitedly, words shooting out of her mouth at such a rapid pace that it was almost impossible to actually understand her. Luckily, this is written out for you so that you won't have the same difficulty that I had.
"Yes, I'm new. I'm British. The name's Allen Walker." I responded, still slightly bummed about her obvious lack of shortness.
"I bet my friends would just love you! Well, one of them is sure to love you, the other one hates just about everything."
"Oh, that sounds absolutely wondrous..." I paused a moment, realizing something, then pointing it out to her in question. "Wait. You only have two friends?" I mean, I wasn't the most popular person, but that just seemed a little off, especially because this girl was so, well... sparkly. Normally, people that sparkle so much would be very charismatic.
"Yep. Only two of them," she confirmed. "Well, everybody loves me, and most of them wish they could be so much more like me, but those two social misfits are the only ones that I actually consider special enough to be friends," she continued, a grin on her face, huger and whiter than any other I had seen in a long, long time. Yet, for some reason, I felt that hers was the strangest explanation for anything that I had heard ever, as well.
"Oh, great! Well, now that we're introduced, I'd like to announce that I skipped breakfast this morning. Where can I find food? Can I buy that here?" I replied, hoping ever-so-very-desperately that the girl would have even the slightest idea of where to find said breakfast food.
"Food? Yeah. I'm my class' class president this year, so I have a key to the teacher's lounge. There's normally some extra food in that fridge. Just remember: It's only safe if it's unlabeled. I'll take you there right away."
I didn't say anything else. I'm assuming that she could tell how grateful I was by looking at the expression on my face. I followed her to the previously mentioned 'teacher's lounge', and was especially glad that she hadn't attempted a conversation on the way there. I was worried that if I opened my mouth before at least seeing some food, I would probably end up chowing down on whatever object I could manage to fit into my mouth. Last time that happened, it was a pencil. Ugh. Bad memories.
When we got to the room, I waited patiently for her to unlock and open the door, and immediately ran to the tall, silver fridge on the opposite end of the room. I then proceeded to eat some old potato salad I found in the back of the fridge. I was shocked to find out how amazingly delicious and scrumptious it was, despite it's seemingly quite old age for a salad of the potato variety.
-|Divider|-
After finishing the magnificent potato salad, the school day fast-forwarded through the first five periods of class, and extra introductions, straight to lunch period, as if by some sort of magic!
Lunch. Ahh, lunch. Lunch meant food. And food had always been my very best friend... next to make-up, that is. I trudged through the lunch line impatiently, my stomach howling with hunger.
Tray of unappetizing, gross, disgusting-looking food in hand, I scanned the cafeteria for a vacant seat. Suddenly, I heard a familiar, high-pitched voice. Turning around to find the source of the noise, I discovered that it was the same girl that I had met earlier. She was jumping up and down at a table on the other end of the room with her two friends. A smiling redhead with an eye patch, and a brooding Asian with black hair longer than the girl's. 'Gee, I wonder which one of them hates everything,' I thought.
"Allen! Allen! Over here! Over here!" the Chinese girl cried.
I strode over to her table, reluctantly, but obediently. "Hey, uh... Lenalee, right?"
"Yeah! You remembered!" She smiled her freakishly huge, bright, shining smile at me once more, then proceeded to introduce her companions, pointing to each one respectively, she started with the redhead. "This is Lavi. He's a stripper. He's really nice and easily distracted." She then gestured toward the Asian. "And thiiis is Kanda. He doesn't like anything. And he's always angry," she ended, emphasizing the word 'this' by holding it out longer.
"Hey, Brit! Lenalady's told me all about you!" Lavi said, and paused for a moment, pursing his lips slightly. "Well, as much as she knew, anyway. Which is actually a surprisingly scanty amount of information." He shrugged.
"Yo," Kanda greeted me, obviously not wanting to further our conversation.
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet the two of you, I must say." I didn't bother adding my name this time, assuming that Lenalee had already informed them. After my introduction, anyone who interrupted my eating was met with a harsh glare. No one messes with Allen's feeding time and gets away with it.
-|Divider|-
The three of us being all finished up with our eating, and with a few minutes left of the lunch period, Lenalee decided to attempt for another conversation.
"So, have you gotten a chance to go out and about the town yet, Allen?" she asked, smiling a slightly smaller, but still just as bright as usual smile.
"Err... not except for my haircut yesterday," I stated.
"Really? Dude! Brit-man! You need to get out more! Seriously, how long have you lived here?" the redhead exclaimed, intruding on mine and Lenalee's conversation. Not that I really minded.
"Oh, just... a few weeks, I guess," I muttered.
Lenalee cut in again, "Oh! You know where the hair salon is? My brother owns a coffee shop right next to that place! The four of us can go there after school!"
Lavi smiled hopefully, clearly wanting this opportunity to become better accompanied with my personality, and not my body. And Kanda nodded stoically.
"Coffee shop? That sounds fine." I thought deeply about her claim. The only building near the hair salon that I could remember was a really dark-looking place called 'The Black Order'. I seriously hoped she wasn't planning on dragging me into that scary, mysterious, creepy, ominous place.
Cliff-hanger! Dun, dun, dun. What is this mysterious Black Order place? Is The Black Order Lenalee's brother's coffee shop? If so, what kind of person could Lenalee's brother be? Was he a murderer? A mad scientist? Or he could even be... A SERIAL RAPIST! Find out all about Lenalee's mysterious brother and the ominous Black Order in the next episode of Shades!
While I was writing this, I was watching Castle in the Sky, The Nanny, aaaaand listening mostly to Motion City Soundtrack, and my sister reading "My Immortal" (hahahaha). Aaaand I was conspiring with my sister and friend, who has the same name as mine. Yay! And listening to my sister's ramblings to her friend, Mary-J – who is also on Fanfiction. As Darmed. LOL ADVERTISING.
And I honestly think this chapter gets less entertaining as it goes on, so if you agree, tell me! D:
Character Introduction!:
Name: Tyki Mikk
*Very fashion-conscious
*Constantly eyeball-raeps Allen.
*Wishes he could do more.
*'Taste-the-Rainbow'-gay.
*Ele fala Português. (But I don't, thus, he probably won't use the language much. [I hate translators..] :/ )
*Owns the Hair Salon.
Additional Allen facts:
*Bottomless pit.
*Does not like to be interrupted when eating.
