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the plot...!
Author note: I started a new story bc I was getting bored with unexpected love. Don't worry, I'm gonna finish it, but I just get these ideas and I need to get them down. Okey dokey!
Chapter One - Seeing through my Eyes
I watched Chris Chambers sit down from answering the question wrong in our math class, and his face redden slightly. The class laughed softly, but I didn't. I didn't know the answer either.
His eyes were cast down and he didn't look up at Mr. Falworth. I resented that man, and I hated him. But I kept my mouth shut and continued to watch Chris.
He looked hurt. His intangible blue eyes were staring out the window, and he looked like he rather be anywhere but here. I felt his pain more than saw it. Gordie LaChance, his best friend, leaned over from the seat next to him and muttered something to Chris. Chris looked into his best friend's eyes and smirked.
I wished I had a best friend like that. Someone to talk to, someone who understood me. But unfortunately, we aren't all as lucky as Chris Chambers. And fortunately, we all aren't as unlucky.
From where I was sitting, the last seat in my row, I could see a cut just behind his ear. I knew what it came from, everyone knew his father was a lousy drunk who beat on his kids. I felt sorry for him, but I didn't really know what he was going through. My father was gone, but my mother was a decent person.
I got lost in a trance, just staring at Chris. His blonde hair glistened in the afternoon light, and his strong arms caressed in the day. He looked angelic, like some sort of unreal creation, too precious to touch, or the value would disappear.
I had gone to school with him forever, but I had never really took the time to get to know him. I grew up next door to Gordie, so I would see Chris almost everyday. But I never made it a point to talk to him. I was too afraid to really talk to anyone.
"Miss Allende?" I was thrown out of my daze by Mr. Falworth calling my name. I jerked my head upwards and looked at him. I felt the whole class' eyes look at me. My face was burning.
"What?" I asked. I wasn't trying to be rude, it came out of my mouth before I thought about what I was saying.
"Miss Allende," he repeated. He weaved in and out of all the rows and stopped just a few short of my seat. Now all the students were turned around in their seats looking at Mr. Falworth and I. I frowned. "Are you with us? Is something more important in this classroom than math, that has your full attention?"
"No sir," I muttered, looking down.
"Do you know the answer, then, Miss Allende?" he asked.
My heart stopped. I didn't even know the question.
"No sir," I repeated.
He sighed. "Well I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave my classroom, and return when you are ready to learn. You may have a seat outside the principle's office."
My heart sank. I had never been sent out of class before. Sure lots of kids have, Chris especially, but never me. I gathered up my books and headed towards the principle's office.
I had only been sitting there about ten minutes, and had just started to read my book, when I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. I looked up and saw Chris coming towards me. He looked at me for a moment, then took the seat beside me.
"Falworth sent me out too," he said, looking at me sideways. "I answered another question wrong."
I looked at him. "Oh."
I didn't really know what to say. I'd known this kid all my life, but he'd never really spoken to me before, just always been there.
"Did you even know the question?" he asked, looking slightly amused, and grinning. I had to grin back.
"Nope." I looked down at my book, but I couldn't read. My mind was somewhere else.
He laughed softly. "Thought as much."
He looked at me again, and I felt his gaze, so I glanced up.
"Your name's Celeste right?" he asked, looking at me. "You live next to Gordie LaChance. I've seen you around."
I grinned at him. "Yep, that's me. You're Chris." I couldn't believe this guy didn't even know my name after being in the same sophomore math class for the whole year. He grinned back at me.
"You're a strange kid," he said. I was taken aback by the statement. I felt a pang of annoyance at 'kid.' I was fifteen, just as old as him.
"Okay," I muttered. Right now I thought he was the strange one.
"I mean," he said again, reddening slightly. "You're just different. I mean...I've never seen a girl with you're kinda hair. And you don't dress like everyone else. And you don't talk much."
I stared at him. I felt self conscious about what I was wearing. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I was wearing a long, gray tunic which came down to my lower thigh, with slightly flaring sleeves, and a pair of light, soft capris. My mother had always dressed me like this, I didn't see anything wrong with it. As for my hair, well it has always been that long. It reached my elbows, and was a light brown color and was very thick and really very curly. I liked it, at least.
I guess he saw how uncomfortable I was.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to offend you. There's nothing wrong with you. I think it's kind of cool the way you dress, and how reserved you are."
I kept looking at him. I didn't know what to say. I settled for a shrug, and gathered up my books. The bell was going to ring any minute. Standing up I looked down at him.
"See ya around," I said, grinning.
He smiled at me, and waved. "Yeah. See ya around, Celeste."
I walked out of school feeling really strange and baffled. Jesus, was the world full of surprises. Shrugging, I walked home.
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so how'd you like it so far???? Should I keep going? I like it, it's kinda whatever popped in my mind. Well I'll update soon. Review please!! Thanx~.
Author note: I started a new story bc I was getting bored with unexpected love. Don't worry, I'm gonna finish it, but I just get these ideas and I need to get them down. Okey dokey!
Chapter One - Seeing through my Eyes
I watched Chris Chambers sit down from answering the question wrong in our math class, and his face redden slightly. The class laughed softly, but I didn't. I didn't know the answer either.
His eyes were cast down and he didn't look up at Mr. Falworth. I resented that man, and I hated him. But I kept my mouth shut and continued to watch Chris.
He looked hurt. His intangible blue eyes were staring out the window, and he looked like he rather be anywhere but here. I felt his pain more than saw it. Gordie LaChance, his best friend, leaned over from the seat next to him and muttered something to Chris. Chris looked into his best friend's eyes and smirked.
I wished I had a best friend like that. Someone to talk to, someone who understood me. But unfortunately, we aren't all as lucky as Chris Chambers. And fortunately, we all aren't as unlucky.
From where I was sitting, the last seat in my row, I could see a cut just behind his ear. I knew what it came from, everyone knew his father was a lousy drunk who beat on his kids. I felt sorry for him, but I didn't really know what he was going through. My father was gone, but my mother was a decent person.
I got lost in a trance, just staring at Chris. His blonde hair glistened in the afternoon light, and his strong arms caressed in the day. He looked angelic, like some sort of unreal creation, too precious to touch, or the value would disappear.
I had gone to school with him forever, but I had never really took the time to get to know him. I grew up next door to Gordie, so I would see Chris almost everyday. But I never made it a point to talk to him. I was too afraid to really talk to anyone.
"Miss Allende?" I was thrown out of my daze by Mr. Falworth calling my name. I jerked my head upwards and looked at him. I felt the whole class' eyes look at me. My face was burning.
"What?" I asked. I wasn't trying to be rude, it came out of my mouth before I thought about what I was saying.
"Miss Allende," he repeated. He weaved in and out of all the rows and stopped just a few short of my seat. Now all the students were turned around in their seats looking at Mr. Falworth and I. I frowned. "Are you with us? Is something more important in this classroom than math, that has your full attention?"
"No sir," I muttered, looking down.
"Do you know the answer, then, Miss Allende?" he asked.
My heart stopped. I didn't even know the question.
"No sir," I repeated.
He sighed. "Well I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave my classroom, and return when you are ready to learn. You may have a seat outside the principle's office."
My heart sank. I had never been sent out of class before. Sure lots of kids have, Chris especially, but never me. I gathered up my books and headed towards the principle's office.
I had only been sitting there about ten minutes, and had just started to read my book, when I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. I looked up and saw Chris coming towards me. He looked at me for a moment, then took the seat beside me.
"Falworth sent me out too," he said, looking at me sideways. "I answered another question wrong."
I looked at him. "Oh."
I didn't really know what to say. I'd known this kid all my life, but he'd never really spoken to me before, just always been there.
"Did you even know the question?" he asked, looking slightly amused, and grinning. I had to grin back.
"Nope." I looked down at my book, but I couldn't read. My mind was somewhere else.
He laughed softly. "Thought as much."
He looked at me again, and I felt his gaze, so I glanced up.
"Your name's Celeste right?" he asked, looking at me. "You live next to Gordie LaChance. I've seen you around."
I grinned at him. "Yep, that's me. You're Chris." I couldn't believe this guy didn't even know my name after being in the same sophomore math class for the whole year. He grinned back at me.
"You're a strange kid," he said. I was taken aback by the statement. I felt a pang of annoyance at 'kid.' I was fifteen, just as old as him.
"Okay," I muttered. Right now I thought he was the strange one.
"I mean," he said again, reddening slightly. "You're just different. I mean...I've never seen a girl with you're kinda hair. And you don't dress like everyone else. And you don't talk much."
I stared at him. I felt self conscious about what I was wearing. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. I was wearing a long, gray tunic which came down to my lower thigh, with slightly flaring sleeves, and a pair of light, soft capris. My mother had always dressed me like this, I didn't see anything wrong with it. As for my hair, well it has always been that long. It reached my elbows, and was a light brown color and was very thick and really very curly. I liked it, at least.
I guess he saw how uncomfortable I was.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking embarrassed. "I didn't mean to offend you. There's nothing wrong with you. I think it's kind of cool the way you dress, and how reserved you are."
I kept looking at him. I didn't know what to say. I settled for a shrug, and gathered up my books. The bell was going to ring any minute. Standing up I looked down at him.
"See ya around," I said, grinning.
He smiled at me, and waved. "Yeah. See ya around, Celeste."
I walked out of school feeling really strange and baffled. Jesus, was the world full of surprises. Shrugging, I walked home.
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so how'd you like it so far???? Should I keep going? I like it, it's kinda whatever popped in my mind. Well I'll update soon. Review please!! Thanx~.