Outsider: Chapter Two:
(Please R&R)
As you slam the door shut behind you, you realise that there are already three other occupants in the room; a boy, about your age, maybe a year or two older, with shaggy dirty-blond, shoulder length hair and bright, forest green eyes stood to one side, a girl with short, navy-blue-black hair and dark, blue-black eyes stood opposite him, and a girl with cold, slate- silver grey eyes, waist length platinum blond hair and strangely forked eyebrows stood next to her, smirking in....approval (?) at you. It looked like the three of them had been in some sort of a fight.
As you stood, staring at the three, the door behind you opened, revealing a short, blond-haired lad in her late forties, apparently your head of year.
Ignoring you for the moment, she turns to talk to the two, now tearful girls.
Raising an eyebrow, you gaze around the room, trying to calm down.
"Hi, I'm Solo. You are?" the blond boy asks, smiling slightly, walking over to you.
This boy-no, Solo, was wearing a tight, but not slutty-tight dark green- black long-sleeved shirt, tight-ish black-green leather, slightly flared trousers, silver chains, Doc Martins, fingerless leather gloves, and a green-black hoodie with a picture of the grim reaper on it, and the words 'don't fuck with Shinigami' and 'Shi' written on the back.
Raising an eyebrow, you answer.
"The name's _______ _____. What's it to you? Those friends of yours?"
"Well, you could say that. They're bastards, just ignore them. They're more my little bro's friends father than mine. They had it coming to them. They didn't mean to insult you, they're just a bit......" Solo trailed off.
"Idiotic? Stupid? Head-cases? Slutty?" you suggested to the now smirking Solo.
"You're alright, ________. So, you new here?" Solo asked.
"No, I've just lived in a closet all my life! What do you think?!" you ask him sarcastically.
Laughing, Solo put his hands up in defence.
"Ok, ok, stupid question. Sheesh, you are defiantly one VERY unique woman! Next question: you wanna hang out or meet up or something later?"
"Yea, sure, I suppose." You reply, glancing over at the other two girls.
Apparently, the head of year, or, the old psychotic bitch, as you had affectionately named her, had finished talking to the two girls.
"Solo Maxwell! I would have never imagined you would stoop so low as to pick on these two poor, defenceless young ladies! Saturday morning detention!"
Solo just glowered at her, and the two smirking girls.
"And if I catch you, or any other members of the 'Shi Reapers' or whatever name your silly little gang is going by, picking on these innocent girls again, then I shall have no choice but to suspend the lot of you! Do I make my self clear, Mr. Maxwell?"
Shrugging his shoulders once, and sending you one last smile/ smirk, he glared at the other two 'poor, innocent girls', before leaving the office, slamming the door shut behind him.
"*Sigh* he used to be such a nice boy. That younger brother of his must be having a bad influence on him. Oh, hello, you must be ______ _____. Here's your timetable, classroom numbers, locker combinations, list of groups and teachers you will be having. I'm sure Ms. Catolina and Ms. Sckāerm, Shcs--- , erm, Ms. Hildi would be more than happy to show you to your first class. (If anyone knows how to spell Dorothy's or Hildi's last names, please tell me!)" The bitch dismissed you, pushing the three of you out of her office.
You stood there, staring at the other two, they, staring at you. The shorter of the two looked up at the one with the weirdly forked eyebrows who seemed to be smirking at you in approval.
The blond was wearing a short black skirt, a black and green tank top with a black, long-sleeved mesh top over it, black and white stripy tights, black and green boots and silver, black and white makeup.
The other blue-haired girl wore a similar outfit, obviously trying to copy the first girl. She wore a dark blue strappy tank top, blue long-sleeved mesh shirt, short dark blue skirt, blue and black stripy tights, blue boots and blue makeup.
Both wore studded dog collars/ chokers with a tag with the words 'Dunkle Engel' (Dark Angels in German) written on them.
"I'm Dorothy, and this is Hildi. You are?" Dorothy asked.
"What is it with you people and wanting to know my name?! For Ra's sake! The name's _____ _____. What in Ra's name is wrong with this Ra-damned country?!" you swear, causing Dorothy to smirk.
"Ra? What's a 'ra'?" Hildi asked, sounding confused.
Scowling at her in disbelief, you correct her. "Not 'a ra'. Ra. The Egyptian god of the Sun? Ra, what do they teach you people here in this hellhole?! It's worse than the last school I went to in America!"
"You believe in an Egyptian god?" Hildi snickered. "This is a catholic school, you know."
You glare at her, already deciding that you don't like her that much.
Dorothy, also, to your surprise, glares at her.
"Hildi! There is nothing wrong with ____ believing in Ra. I, for one, am quite interested in this. So, _____, you're the one who told Marquise that he's a slut?"
"Yea, so?" you ask cautiously.
"You're alright. You should hang out with the Dunkle Engel sometime. Anyone who insults that slutty bimbo is, at least, mentally sane, unlike most of this school." Dorothy smirked, motioning for you to follow them.
You.........................
Say: "Yea, sure, whatever." You shrug, following them to your first class, Tutorial. (turn to page 4)
or say: "ha. Yea right, as if blonde! Fuck u and your stupid little 'Dunkle Engel' gang. I don't need your approval. Oh, and one word of advice: Drop the little clone. (turn to page 5)
(R&R!!! PLEASE!!!)
(Please R&R)
As you slam the door shut behind you, you realise that there are already three other occupants in the room; a boy, about your age, maybe a year or two older, with shaggy dirty-blond, shoulder length hair and bright, forest green eyes stood to one side, a girl with short, navy-blue-black hair and dark, blue-black eyes stood opposite him, and a girl with cold, slate- silver grey eyes, waist length platinum blond hair and strangely forked eyebrows stood next to her, smirking in....approval (?) at you. It looked like the three of them had been in some sort of a fight.
As you stood, staring at the three, the door behind you opened, revealing a short, blond-haired lad in her late forties, apparently your head of year.
Ignoring you for the moment, she turns to talk to the two, now tearful girls.
Raising an eyebrow, you gaze around the room, trying to calm down.
"Hi, I'm Solo. You are?" the blond boy asks, smiling slightly, walking over to you.
This boy-no, Solo, was wearing a tight, but not slutty-tight dark green- black long-sleeved shirt, tight-ish black-green leather, slightly flared trousers, silver chains, Doc Martins, fingerless leather gloves, and a green-black hoodie with a picture of the grim reaper on it, and the words 'don't fuck with Shinigami' and 'Shi' written on the back.
Raising an eyebrow, you answer.
"The name's _______ _____. What's it to you? Those friends of yours?"
"Well, you could say that. They're bastards, just ignore them. They're more my little bro's friends father than mine. They had it coming to them. They didn't mean to insult you, they're just a bit......" Solo trailed off.
"Idiotic? Stupid? Head-cases? Slutty?" you suggested to the now smirking Solo.
"You're alright, ________. So, you new here?" Solo asked.
"No, I've just lived in a closet all my life! What do you think?!" you ask him sarcastically.
Laughing, Solo put his hands up in defence.
"Ok, ok, stupid question. Sheesh, you are defiantly one VERY unique woman! Next question: you wanna hang out or meet up or something later?"
"Yea, sure, I suppose." You reply, glancing over at the other two girls.
Apparently, the head of year, or, the old psychotic bitch, as you had affectionately named her, had finished talking to the two girls.
"Solo Maxwell! I would have never imagined you would stoop so low as to pick on these two poor, defenceless young ladies! Saturday morning detention!"
Solo just glowered at her, and the two smirking girls.
"And if I catch you, or any other members of the 'Shi Reapers' or whatever name your silly little gang is going by, picking on these innocent girls again, then I shall have no choice but to suspend the lot of you! Do I make my self clear, Mr. Maxwell?"
Shrugging his shoulders once, and sending you one last smile/ smirk, he glared at the other two 'poor, innocent girls', before leaving the office, slamming the door shut behind him.
"*Sigh* he used to be such a nice boy. That younger brother of his must be having a bad influence on him. Oh, hello, you must be ______ _____. Here's your timetable, classroom numbers, locker combinations, list of groups and teachers you will be having. I'm sure Ms. Catolina and Ms. Sckāerm, Shcs--- , erm, Ms. Hildi would be more than happy to show you to your first class. (If anyone knows how to spell Dorothy's or Hildi's last names, please tell me!)" The bitch dismissed you, pushing the three of you out of her office.
You stood there, staring at the other two, they, staring at you. The shorter of the two looked up at the one with the weirdly forked eyebrows who seemed to be smirking at you in approval.
The blond was wearing a short black skirt, a black and green tank top with a black, long-sleeved mesh top over it, black and white stripy tights, black and green boots and silver, black and white makeup.
The other blue-haired girl wore a similar outfit, obviously trying to copy the first girl. She wore a dark blue strappy tank top, blue long-sleeved mesh shirt, short dark blue skirt, blue and black stripy tights, blue boots and blue makeup.
Both wore studded dog collars/ chokers with a tag with the words 'Dunkle Engel' (Dark Angels in German) written on them.
"I'm Dorothy, and this is Hildi. You are?" Dorothy asked.
"What is it with you people and wanting to know my name?! For Ra's sake! The name's _____ _____. What in Ra's name is wrong with this Ra-damned country?!" you swear, causing Dorothy to smirk.
"Ra? What's a 'ra'?" Hildi asked, sounding confused.
Scowling at her in disbelief, you correct her. "Not 'a ra'. Ra. The Egyptian god of the Sun? Ra, what do they teach you people here in this hellhole?! It's worse than the last school I went to in America!"
"You believe in an Egyptian god?" Hildi snickered. "This is a catholic school, you know."
You glare at her, already deciding that you don't like her that much.
Dorothy, also, to your surprise, glares at her.
"Hildi! There is nothing wrong with ____ believing in Ra. I, for one, am quite interested in this. So, _____, you're the one who told Marquise that he's a slut?"
"Yea, so?" you ask cautiously.
"You're alright. You should hang out with the Dunkle Engel sometime. Anyone who insults that slutty bimbo is, at least, mentally sane, unlike most of this school." Dorothy smirked, motioning for you to follow them.
You.........................
Say: "Yea, sure, whatever." You shrug, following them to your first class, Tutorial. (turn to page 4)
or say: "ha. Yea right, as if blonde! Fuck u and your stupid little 'Dunkle Engel' gang. I don't need your approval. Oh, and one word of advice: Drop the little clone. (turn to page 5)
(R&R!!! PLEASE!!!)
