A/N: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I found my bookie!!! It's "ST. SOPHIA'S" !!!!!
Mehehehhe!!!!! Sorry I haven't updated in like..um...about 2 months or
whatnot. I just don't know what to write. Meehhehe!!! *runs around and
disappears randomly into a window* Hey!!! I thought all of the windows
were closed!!!
Yush. *nods* The "girl" or "Lyra" is really unexpected and shocking.
Bweeheheh!!! ^_^
Will flipped through and could find nothing about St. Sophia's College (which Kirjava had told him about) and restlessly paced through the house. He walked out of the door after leaving a note to Mary about where he was going and walked through the streets of his world.
*3 years later* It was March 7, and it was still cold out. Three years after he had to leave his dear, dear Lyra. As he walked past an alley, he saw a girl about his age kicking at the alley wall and the garbage cans there with her huge combat boots. She was wearing a red corset with black laces and spagetti straps, and a huge, black, baggy black pants that could fit three or more of her legs with room. She had a black cross with a red jewel in the middle and a dog's spiked collar on and a studded belt on her waist, keeping her huge pants up.
Her hair was long, to the middle of her bust, layered, and red. Not real red, but dyed red, blood red. She was yelling to herself. "They just had t' f***in' do it on my birthday! My birthday! I turn 15 today, d***it! The god**** f***ers!" He walked over to her. "Excuse me." She looked up, her light blue eyes flashing. *Flashback*
Her eyes were pale blue, and her hair would be a darkish blond once it was washed.
*End Flashback*
She flaunted a tight, teeth-clenched bright white smile and said, "What do you want?" "I couldn't help but overhear you. I-I wanted to know what was wrong. What's your name?" She tossed her head and leaned against the wall. "My name is Esperanza, but call me Esprit, and you don't wanna know what happened, a'ight?" He shook his head and sat down by her. "Well, could you talk over something to eat?" He didn't know why he was helping her. She seemed familiar somehow, though. Her face. She looked up at him. "Lyra?!" he gasped. "No. My name is Esprit!" she yelled, looking scared and anxious herself. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry.you just look like." "Lyra?" she asked. He nodded, and rested his head in his hands. Could this be it? Could this be his Lyra.? ~End Chapter 3~
A/N: Moooohaha!!!! I R Evil!!! ^_^ I like doing this. Hehehe. If you like my Lyra art, by the way, please go and check out my art at www.0streetspirit0.deviantart.com. I have some good stuff there(if not little.)
Will flipped through and could find nothing about St. Sophia's College (which Kirjava had told him about) and restlessly paced through the house. He walked out of the door after leaving a note to Mary about where he was going and walked through the streets of his world.
*3 years later* It was March 7, and it was still cold out. Three years after he had to leave his dear, dear Lyra. As he walked past an alley, he saw a girl about his age kicking at the alley wall and the garbage cans there with her huge combat boots. She was wearing a red corset with black laces and spagetti straps, and a huge, black, baggy black pants that could fit three or more of her legs with room. She had a black cross with a red jewel in the middle and a dog's spiked collar on and a studded belt on her waist, keeping her huge pants up.
Her hair was long, to the middle of her bust, layered, and red. Not real red, but dyed red, blood red. She was yelling to herself. "They just had t' f***in' do it on my birthday! My birthday! I turn 15 today, d***it! The god**** f***ers!" He walked over to her. "Excuse me." She looked up, her light blue eyes flashing. *Flashback*
Her eyes were pale blue, and her hair would be a darkish blond once it was washed.
*End Flashback*
She flaunted a tight, teeth-clenched bright white smile and said, "What do you want?" "I couldn't help but overhear you. I-I wanted to know what was wrong. What's your name?" She tossed her head and leaned against the wall. "My name is Esperanza, but call me Esprit, and you don't wanna know what happened, a'ight?" He shook his head and sat down by her. "Well, could you talk over something to eat?" He didn't know why he was helping her. She seemed familiar somehow, though. Her face. She looked up at him. "Lyra?!" he gasped. "No. My name is Esprit!" she yelled, looking scared and anxious herself. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry.you just look like." "Lyra?" she asked. He nodded, and rested his head in his hands. Could this be it? Could this be his Lyra.? ~End Chapter 3~
A/N: Moooohaha!!!! I R Evil!!! ^_^ I like doing this. Hehehe. If you like my Lyra art, by the way, please go and check out my art at www.0streetspirit0.deviantart.com. I have some good stuff there(if not little.)