Hi everybody!
It's another HP and Mediator and proudly, it's an original crap... I mean plot... yes.. plot. lol
No, it's not a twin thing.
All the characters in the Mediator'll have their share in the light,don't worry.
And the pairing... heheheh... it'll be a surprise.
I'm a devout P/S fan... but this isn't one of the P/S stories. Now, now, don't get put off, everybody'll have a share of the tempting little miss Suzie... lol.
If you've read the HP books, this is different. A bit.
Down, down, kiddies! I want it to be a bit of a shock... but anyway, I hope it isn't predictable. Fingers are crossed.
Disclaimer: Umm, I really don't know why we put this but everybody else does so... cool. I don't own the mediator characters and HP characters. They belong to Meg Cabot and J.K Rowling.
Suze POV
"Queen of the night people.."
"Gangbanger.."
"Suzie-Q"
"Freaky belligerent... Yoohooo"
I was getting mighty freaked. I was walking down a big space of blackness and all these people started calling me names. Luckily enough, I heard my loving stepbrother, Dopey, call me in his affectionate nickname for me.
Note the sarcasm.
Then next was Jake, I started to shudder violently. It wasn't because of the insults they were callling me but the way they they're voice sounded... very sickly sweet that I started having flashbacks of Jacks-in-the-box and of Chuckie saying "I'm baaacckk."
The next voice really scared the hell out of me it was Andy, him calling me Suzie was freakish beyond high heaven and the way he said it was like he was some sort of Japanese General.
My lips started quivering as the temperature started to drop.
"Freaky belligerent!" I heard again.
What the?...
Then it clicked.
"Alright Kelly Prescott, show yourself, stop playing games, I'm gonna hit you sooo hard that you'll forget you're alive... show yourself!"
The voices started again, this time they were no longer familiar voices but they kept on calling me names, I was trying hard not to cry.
"Kelly..---" I stammered as I ran out of insults.
"Kelly... Piss... Pisscott! Stop it! Stupid bimbo! Stop it!" Tears were free falling from my eyes. I'm not usually the girl who cries at lame
insults of lame bimbos but it hurt... a lot.
It sucks.
I wailed hard and loud. "Waaaaahhhh..."
A sticky ball of unknown substance was thrown at my forehead and I shut up immediately. I pulled it away from me but before I could complain or whine for that matter, dozens more of these slime balls were thrown blindly at me.
It hit all parts of my body. It was a vicious cycle of splat and squish.
People out of nowhere started to laugh at me but I couldn't see them, it was still pitch black. I whaled out again and started to run but all the gooey slime made me slip all over and I fell flat of my face.
As if on cue, A bright spotlight was focused on me, which came from nowhere.They were still throwing stuff at me. The laughing was getting more and more violent. I was crying already. "You silicone---based boobster! I swear I am going to knock the living...collagen from your lips and...and you can't even buy your way out of this 'cause I don't accept any majorcredit cards or anything at all! So hah!" I said with all pride that I could muster but ended up babbling instead.I tried and tried to run away but I kept on falling. Suddenly, Mr.Walden, our class advisor slash History teacher emerged from the dark, his hands were hidden behind him. The laughing stopped, the throwing of goo stopped too. I stood up.
Carefully.
"Mr. Walden? What are you doing here?" I asked respectfully.
He looked at me seriously which caused me to tense up. I bacame self conscious. I checked my outfit. I was wearing my goddamn pajamas and it was covered with different colors of goo. Before I could look back at him,
invisible hands started to push me. I landed at our school chair which I never noticed before.
"Who is the twelfth president of the United States?" Mr Walden asked
fiercely.
"What do you mean?" I stuttered
An annoying buzzer echoed all through the room. ENGK! And with that the room I was in was lit and I found myself in our Quizzbee competition.
"Wrong, Simon!" Mr. Walden exclaimed. And the people watching me off stage started Boo-ing at me and they threw crumpled papers at me.
"Run, Simon! God you're such a snail!" I jerked my head and was very startled to see Mr. Sterling, our track team coach glaring at me. He started to stride towards where I was seated and I gripped the chair harder.
"I said run! Move it, move it! then he fired the starting gun. Members of the track team started to breeze past me. I looked blankly back at Mr.Sterling.
"You want to join the track team don't you? RUN!" He shouted.
"Y-y-yes, Sir." With that I started running and running... When I got to the finish line, I found myself in the middle of the dessert. Mr. Walden and Ms. Lambert crowded at me holding my test papers, which were all marked "F" in bright red which reminded me of blood.
"You failed!"
"Failed!" They both said and soon, a few more slimeballs and crumpled
papers
were thrown at me by an unseen force.
I shrieked.
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"AAAHHH!" I sat up from my bed. Beads of sweat were sliding from my forehead and the covers were twisted around me.
I heard deep chuckling coming from the baywindow.
I crossed my fingers and hoped...
"Paul!" I hissed.
Pleasedon'tletitbehimpleasedon'tletitbehim
The form stood up and clapped the lights open.
"Quite an impressive show you got there." He said. It didn't make sense to me.
"Kelly? Pisscott? What are you on, Simon?" He started laughing. In the pale moonlight, his features were softened, and made him glow like a ghost.Then... it clicked. I was in deep shit. He now knew my deepest, darkest secret. Both of them actually. One is the I-See-Dead-People and
now this.
My eyes widened and I gaped up at him.
"You- bastar--" I left my sentence hanging because verbal harm might cause him to divulge my secret.
"You talk in your sleep! HA-HA-HA" Were the words I was expecting but
he was just laughing.
"Come on, Paul just say it."
"Say what?"
"That I'm a freak, I talk in my sleep and all that." I retorted
"Suze, I'm not like that." He said in a dead tone.
"Oh really? What are you? Heck I can't even find your name in the "Almost Decent Humans" directory, where in by the way, Scott is the cover model."
"Why don't you try S, as in Slater?" He retorted as if I was the dumbest barnacle in the world.
"I did and the closest one I've found was Son of a biatch which is relative to the sons of bitches clan." I nagged and a look of hurt and guilt clouded Paul's features.
"Maybe you were just too busy looking for the name Scott other than Slater." Scott was my almost boyfriend. I thought he was "The One" but turns out... he was just a show off boy. Yeah, it was a deal. If he gets me in amonthor less, everybody will vote for him as Sophomore Royalty. It's an end of the school year thing. And it hurts more when I found out Paul was the one whostarted with this bet. How did I find out you ask? I see the dead... and turns out, Scott has a dead girlfriend, Heather who by the way was a total evil hag around me but she warned me anyway... I was suspicious at first but the signs were there.
It's a long story so don't blame me if I got hurt.
"Suze, I told you a thousand times already... I didn't mean to." He resigned.
"Let me rephrase that for you. "Sorry, Suze, I didn't mean to leave you and my beloved brother, Jack to rot in Shadowland and I didn't mean to auction you off to the schools nastiest man whore after me.""
"That hurts, Suze"
"Whatever. Look, just forget about that." I said as I reluctantly stood up.
I've kept this secret from everybody except my mom for forever now and I won't let Paul ruin that.
"Paul, please don't tell anyone." I pleaded as I walked over to him.
What? I could go that low.
...Whatever happened to High and Mighty Suze is beyond me.
He placed his hands in his pocket and shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever you say, Suze."
A splitting headache erupted from my temples.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked suspiciously.
"What? A guy can't visit his classmate anymore?" he answered innocenltly.
(A/N: They're totally angsty in this chapter and very OOC but as you know this is Fan Fiction... And By the way, I just e-mailed this part to myself and decided to use the copy paste method. Sorry if it uses just one side on the page... I was just so Lazy..)
"Yeah, right." I answered as I plunked tiredly at my window seat. Paul sat
beside me carefully. Usually I should be a big biatch around him but I
really am tired, and worried... especially for tomorrow. All the auditions,
essays, oral exams, quiz bees and finals are coming up. I stared at the
ocean which was sparkling with the light of the crescent moon.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He placed an arm on my shoulder. I was startled so I
flinched and pawed his hands off of me. I glared at him. He raised both his
hands in a surrendering manner. I sighed.
"Sorry, Paul, it's just that... it's a busy week, and I've got loads of
stuff to do." I hugged my knees and rested my chin at my arms.
"Tell me about it. Those teachers are tough. Torture." He sighed. "What got
into you anyway? Why are you so busy in school now? No offense but I thought
you were the type of girl who just lays back and goes with the flow."
"I wanted change. My mother wasn't exactly "proud" of me. So... Yeah" I
answered in an effort to open my mouth since my chin was rested.
"Let me get it straight. You work hard to impress your mother, is that
it?" he asked.
"Not really but... yeah... A bit for myself though" I answered tiredly.
There was a lull in our conversation both of us were just looking at the
ocean.
"So,... I heard you were trying out for the track team tomorrow." I couldn't
hide the smile forming in my lips.
"Ah, you heard or you asked?" Coach Sterling isn't exactly the "Social type"
to engage in a small talk.
"Latter..."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I am. Did you know, I almost ran the entire valley
tonight? God... I was so tired, I fell asleep on the beach and the tide
rushed in... my clothes were drenched. Gah. Almost drowned. No biggie
there and did you see my clothes? They were like transparent already, my red
bra was all lacey and bulged..."
Paul's eyes were just locked on the ocean. Silent.
"Too graphic. Sorry, I'm babbling on you, am I?" I asked bluntly.
"I think so." He answered. "That's a start." He said in a low voice.
I heard gentle thumping on the window. It was drizzling.
The windows were closed. I could have sworn I left it open. Ah, good
ole' mom always thinking about her daughter's good.
"What's wrong?" He asked. He followed my gaze at the window.
"Wasn't me." He declared.
"Oh, look it's raining. They say, the midnight drizzle, a view like
this and a cup of hot chocolate can clear a troubled mind." he said in that
comforting tone. They say or you say? but I was too tired to make a
comeback.
I smiled blankly at the ocean.
"Here." Paul handed the cup of steaming hot chocolate to me. I didn't even
notice him stand up. I guess I was just... distant today. Hey, I just found
out I was some trophy girl, yippee! not.
"Thanks." I said vaguely. "I put marshmallows in it, the way you like it."
He said comfortingly and I accepted it.
Rewind and freeze.
"What did you say?" I asked, more attentively now.
"Here?" He repeated as if I was on crack.
"No," I rolled my eyes. "How did you know about my favorite?" Only my dad
knows that. My mother hates these she says it makes the hot chocolate taste
...funky.
"Oh... I talked to your father once." He answered sitting at the other
corner of the bay window. (Across me)
"You did?" I asked incredulously. "That was a long time ago... I was
young
back then. It's a long story."
"We have all night." I answered with utmost determination.
"You have a lot of things to do tomorrow. Sleep." He ordered.
I wrinkled my nose. "Nah, I think I'll study instead."
Hell is freezing over, I tell you.
"Wow, never thought I'd hear you say that, Suze." I congratulated my
self.
"Right. I'll be going then." Paul said. He was about to dematerialize
but I grabbed his hand and when I saw the startled expression in his face, I
immediately let go of it.
"Slater, wait. Why did you stop by?"
Then he was gone with a twinkle of dematerialization. I was left there
alone, a cup still in hand.
I guess it's gonna be a long night... (How right I was.) I checked the
clock. 1:30 a.m. This is just great.
Once I drink hot chocolate... I can't fall a sleep, usually it takes
about
10 hours for me before I can close my eyes to sleep.
I clapped the lights off, I slung my backpack behind my back, carried a
beach towel and opened the window. It stopped raining already. The cold
breeze overwhelmed my senses which were already used to the heat of the
hot choco. I grabbed a jacket randomly. which happened to be my favorite
black one then climbed out of the window then headed down the beach but
before I did, I grabbed my digi watch just to keep track with the time.
It was a very very long night and when I first saw the rays of the sun, I
checked my watch. Great. 5:30 a.m just thirty minutes to head back
home, take a bath, get dressed and eat breakfast. With one big sigh, I
started to walk back home... which suddenly turned into a jog since it was almost
a quarter to 6 a.m when I arrived home.
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The moment I stepped on land, namely my school, I immediately headed to
the girl's comfort room to check my outfit. Since I so randomly snatched it from
my drawer after wearing my underwear the other way around. Yes, and
there, I twisted my hair into the sink to squeeze out the remaining water. I was
wearing black slacks, totally too professional looking, a fit white tee
which had an image of the Cuban hero, Che Guevara stamped at the
middle. My favorite leather jacket, and white high heels? ( I hope I still have my
rubber shoes in the locker) were additional toppings. All in all, I
looked pretty okay. I was balancing a punk look and a professional one. Next
trouble, make up. God, I hope my old make up case was here. please please
please. My hand went deeper inside my messenger bag which suspiciously
turned into a black hole. Luck was with me today, I found my leather
make up bag. It's been almost a year since I last used this. Back then, the
whole Girl In Black was more of a Susannah Simon than I was now. Let's just
hope, not all of these make-ups aren't screaming: "Punk and Disorderly lives
in Carmel" I came across an old make up compact. I blew the small bits of
make up covering the cap. The brand was faded. I opened it and to my dismay,
found only different shades of grey and a shiny shimmering white. All
the other compacts were either cracked or too dark (in other words: black).
I brain stormed. I took a peek at my watch. 6:10 a.m. the school clock
is late by twenty minutes. So ten minutes to glam my self up.
Think, Suze, think. What do you make out of all these grays and white?
(A/N: I couldn't resist... sorry)
Smokey eyes! Yes. It complements my professional looking slacks. I applied
black fading to grey and lastly to shimmery white on to my eyes. The
look was lacking something though... Ah, my favorite eyeliner... just perfect.
Shit. I don't have a blush on nor lip gloss.
I racked my brain... only theories of the Civil war and the geometric
figures popped out of my brain.
I slapped my face (Yes, I was that desperate) over and over until it
was a bit flushed... heeeheeeh. It hurts. Gosh, I'm cranky. Lip gloss,
hmmm... I
got my toothbrush and yes, I brushed my mouth... and it was totally
eeky
because all these dried skin which got wet were peeling easily. My lips
turned into a naturally pink blush.Ahah! a new beauty secret! (A/N:
Please
cut her some slack, It's her quizbee finals today. And I am so serious
about
slapping the face... and the toothbrush thing... I do that "sometimes"
lol)
I smiled triumphantly at my reflection. Beat that. I checked my
watch...
6:18.. and just 2 minutes to go... hah.
I slung my bag and walked out. But then, (Woe me) my hair, all wet and
untamed. I rushed inside the comfort room covering my head with my bag.
I
was halfway down to my locker when I remembered. I leaned down the
sink,
panting. I looked at my reflection. My hair was all over my face, kinda
like
"The Ring". A chill went up my spine... weird. Then suddenly, I heard a
loud
thunk coming from one of the stalls... (Speaking of The Ring.) My head
immediately snapped towards the direction, waiting for that freaky
little
girl to come out of the bowl... I heard the lock twist. I gulped. The
door
slid open... (dun dun dun) And out came Kelly... I sighed in relief.
Although the freaky girl climbing from the well is a hundred times much
better than a... disheveled Prescott? What?
I stood straight. I ran a hand through my messy hair. "Kel---" But I
was cut
off because from the same stall emerged one Paul Slater buttoning up
his
Polo shirt. I just looked at them wide-eyed.
I can't believe it. Last night, I thought Paul and I had a connection,
I
thought... well... believe it or not, he had changed. He was a master
of
sexual innuendos when it came to me and a master of a 1000 watt ego
when it
came to the "ladies". And last night was just a big ruse to get Suze
into
his trap. I get it now. He wants to lure me into him so Scott would
loose
and he'll ne Sophomore Royalty when he really is a Sophomore Slump.
Fall out
boy... gets me everytime. See, they have this song which has the...
nevermind.
The comb I was holding fell from my grip. Drat, they saw me, my mouth
was
way too wide open. Paul smacked his forehead with his palm and Kelly
gave me
a look which says "My life is perfect, sucks for you though."
"I--I'm s-sorry I d-didn't m-mean to disturb you two... I-I'll be
going." I
was stuttering already so I stopped myself before I babbled more. I
didn't
mean to but tears were now welling in my eyes... It got out of
control...
Shoot me now. A single tear fell immediately since I was looking down.
I was too hurt to give her a comeback so I immediately picked up my
comb and
run it through my hair too forcefully I might add and tied it (Which
was
still wet) in a bun... A bit higher than usuall, sure but, I didn't
want to
waste anymore of their time looking at me. So I stuffed my things back
and
ran off but without a little greet of "Nice Day" to the both before I
left.
I heard Paul groan in frustration and Kelly fired off with questions
about
his "Mood change" Oh yes, I still remember it. He was smiling broadly
when
he got out of the stall then he also tucked a stray strand of Kelly's
hair
then trapped her into his arms, Kelly even giggled.
I ran to my locker blindly. Bumping some students in the process and
saying
"Sorry" for about 5 times before bumping into another one. Tears were
just
freefalling from my eyes and I hated it. Why can't I find someone
who'll
love me true? Someone who... you know... will keep it real with me,
someone
who'll love me for my clumsy and ugly self and despite my imperfections
and
he'll see me through right? He has to.
I rested my forhead on the locker door finding peace within me... the
strength... to live.
The sad truth has been dropped on to me like a holy bowling ball. I
just
cried in front of Kelly and Paul. They both knew why. Kelly now knew
slash
thought I was jelous of her. Paul thought or assumed that I like him
now.
All they know are lies. I'm just hurt. Plain and simple in bold leters.
Hurt
Why? you ask? I've just been fooled. And I believed it. I even trusted
it.
That's why.
I thank the God of Make-ups for a waterproof eyeliner. I got all the
things
I needed for the next two classes. Homeroom and History, both with Mr.
Walden.
3rd Person POV
Among the hall where many students were walking, there was one who
stood
out. She walked indifferently. All the other people busy with their
selves
were walking ahead with their chins lifted high and their pace was
fast,
eager to start their day. But this one person was unhappy. She walked
as if
each step would lead her to hell. Left, right then sigh. It was a
cycle. She
hugged her books tightly to her chest, releasing one big sigh. A far
away
look overtook her delicate features. She twisted the knob to her
Homeroom
class and with her face still clouded, she entered.
"Ah, Miss Simon, My favorite student. How nice of you to finally decide
to
join us." Mr. Walden said to her. She was startled. She took a look
back at
the busy hall and noticed something she hasn't for a long time already.
It
was crowded with people, yes, but they were all under classmen. She
blushed
furiously then looked at the floor, she closed the door and just stood
there.
"What are you waiting for? An applause? Take a seat." He ordered in a
tone
which reminded her of the dream she had last night. She walked over to
the
last row of tables where they're all unoccupied. CeeCee, her bestfriend
was
seated beside Adam were both seated in front of Suze. She was still
looking
down, her arms rested on the table like a perfect student. She was
clearing
her throat silently since she has been crying a bit. Her voice was a
little
rusty. A notebook was passed on to her from in front. She took it and
leafed
through it ,there stuck in the middle, she found a note.
Suze,
You Okay?
-Cee2x & Adam
She smiled. It was a true genuine smile. She might not have found her
"One
and Only" but she had the truest friends in the whole world. She
decided
that she won't let Paul or Scott... heck even Kelly ruin her day. She
had so
much else to do which requires her attention, things that are more
important
that the threeblind mice(aka Paul Scott and Kelly)
Dude, I'm totally fine. She wrote. Then, she drew a peach with a "Y"
under
it. (At least a very bad imitation of one)
Peachy and Dandy. What more could you want...:-P she added.
She passed it innocently to the two persons seating in front of her.
Both
hands of each went to retrieve the notebook. CeeCee and Adam sniggered
at
their mistake then they grinned at Suze who just shot them a
"Riiiiigghhtt..." look. Which caused them to snigger some more already
to
the point where Adam was chocking with contained laughter. When he
leaned at
the backrest of the chair, He accidentally did so in a forceful way...
A bit
too forcefull actually that the chair went with him. And with a freaky
circumstance, Adam's hand instinctively grabbed CeeCee by the neck and
sent
her with him. The whole class erupted with laughter, even Mr. Walden...
but
he stopped immediately. Suze didn't laugh, she payed close attention to
the
two. CeeCee was over Adam and his arm was around CeeCee's neck. Just by
looking at the two, you could tell they were in a different world where
the
class wasn't laughing uproariously, where the teacher is sniggering and
in a
world where time stops... just... for love.
Slowly, Adam and CeeCee leaned in. Suze was jelous and happy at the
same
time because her bestfriends have finally found each other, and she was
there...A witness of a true connection built on love, not lies. She was
jealous because she wanted to experience it first hand but there was
something stopping her from breaking down and crying. It was a voice.
Calm
and obscure. "Wait patiently, Suze because when it comes, It'll be
worth an
eternity of wait, every second of it." It said
Suze regained composure as soon as the voice inside her finished.She
nudged
Adam with her foot. The pair (Adam & CeeCee) broke apart immediately
then
returned to their seats. She (Suze) didn't mean to be rude but, the
class
was hoooting for them to continue and Mr. Walden was glaring at them
already. Soon enough, Mr. Walden talked about the quizbee, end of
school
year stuff... yadda yadda. This time, the whole class was listening. It
was
a refreshing break for them to hear Mr. Walden not talk about stuff
history
related.
Normally,... The whole class was supposed to listen attentively.
Normally.
Someone was of an excemption.One started doodling intheir Civics
notebook.
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Suze
She doodled mercilessly at the clear page of her notebook. The
lettering was
made of overlapping black ink that grows thicker with each stroke,
making it
bold and eye- catching. She brushed invisible dirt from the paper and
looked
at it admiringly. Under the words, she started sketching an angel... A
bad
ass one with pretty black wings and a halo around her head. It was
wearing a
black spaghetti tank top with a lot of belts securing it in place, she
was
also wearing a leather-mini skirt and combat boots. She looked lonely
and
vulnerable. In her hands were flowers, white ones and the angel there
was
letting the petals be carried in the wind.
Suze took a look at Mr. Walden to check if he noticed that she wasn't
listening.
He didn't notice.
She went back to her work. A tear stained the paper, she didn't know
who it
was from, that is, until she felt that her cheeks had wet trails of
tears.
She wiped it trying to be casual. Her drawing was stained. She rolled
her
eyes, angered in her self but she continued to sketch anyway. She drew
a
light house as a background then as an after thought, she focused the
light
coming from the lighthouse to the angel. She smiled.
"After lunch, it'll be the face off of our two representatives for
Science,
History, and Math. Suze and Paul."Mr. Walden announced. Suze's
attention
snapped back at the class when she heard her name. She raised her hand
to
ask a question.
"What time sir?" One pupil asked.
"After lunch." Mr. Walden answered
"Sweet! No Math" One pupil exploded and the whole class followed. Suze
raised her hand to ask a question... again.
"Suze?" Mr. Walden called
"Can you repeat what you said about the Quizbee?" she asked.
"After lunch, you and Paul will have a face off round for the finals at
the
auditorium, Which reminds me..." Suze's eyes bulged out of their
sockets
muttering stuff under her breath which consisted of "Stupid" and a
random
name that pops out of her head.
Paul's eyes never left Suze.
Paul POV
Class just begun and Mr. Walden entered holding a steaming cup of
coffee. I
noticed that Suze still wasn't in class. Our teacher just droned on...
reprimanding students, going over the guidelines of the school which
some
violated... yada yada yada.
Suze just entered. Her eyes were focused straight ahead but I noticed
she
wasn't paying any attention at all, I don't even think that she noticed
class was starting.
"Miss, Simon,..." Mr. Walden continued his tyranny but I didn't pay any
attention. My jaw dropped at how hot she was. Even though I saw her
this
morning in an... unconvinient time... I didn't notice how hot she
looked,
only now. Her eyes were all smokey making her look elusive. Her hair
was
tied in a messy bun, a bit higher than usual, sure, but it really added
to
her hotness. Damn, her style is smokin' (I did just say that)
Suze just stood there by the door. Mr. Walden asked her if she was
waiting
for an applause. I looked around, trying to see if all the other
students
notice how Mr. Walden is acting around Suze. My eyes drift from face to
face, I noticed they were staring, I followed their gaze... Suze. She
was
walking towards her seat and all the eyes of the students followed her,
even
girls, some were looking envious (Including Kelly) some were looking at
her
like she was a God (Please notice that some girls actually did this and
I
got chills.) The guys of the class were hopeless. They were staring at
her
like she was a walking... wonka bar. I didn't think Suze noticed all
those
stares. She just kept her head down.
I even noticed Mr. Walden staring at her... err,... back side while she
walked. Seriously, the guy needs a toy.
When she sat down, everything seemed to have returned to normal...
except
for a few who were staring her down (cough cough). I pried my eyes away
from
her and focused on Mr. Walden... wondering who is available to be
hooked up
with him.
Ms. Stadmore? No, defenitely not.
Sister Ernestine? Perfect Combination... A song which starts with those
words started singing in my head.
Perfect combination
Lovers you and me
A perfect combination
We couldn't ask for any better
I snigger at the thought.
Then, I was rudely interrupted when I heard a loud crash coming from
the
back. The class bacame muted then erupted with laughter when they saw
CeeCee
and Adam lying on the floor on top of each other. I was about to laugh
but I
saw Suze...
She was quiet, staring. She was looking at Adam and Ceecee and there
was
this look in her eyes...
It clicked.
...Oh...
She glared at the entire class population when she heard them hooting
for
Adam and Ceecee who were about to kiss. I swear she was glaring so hard
from
face to face but when it came to me, she ignored me, then went off
glaring
at the others. She kicked Adam by the shoulders lightly as if snapping
them
back to reality. The whole class moved on.
Except for me. I was looking at Suze. She seemedengrossedat something
she
was writing. From my view, it looks like she was carving something into
the
chair, the veins in her arms became visible at the pressure of her pen.
I
swear I was so curious at what she was writing. I borrowed Kelly's
compact
then used it's mirror to look more closely at Suze's work but instead,
my
mirror centered at Suze's face. She was frowning a bit and her eyes
were
getting sparkly. It wasn't long when a tear slid down her face then
another.
She looked at the ceiling. A look of curiousity over took her face.
Then,
she touched her cheeks. When she found it wet, she rolled her eyes then
muttered something under her breath. She resumed drawing. After a
while, she
smiled at her work.
"After lunch, it'll be the face off of our two representatives for
Science,
History, and Math. Suze and Paul." Mr. Walden announced. My attention
snapped back at the class then immediately closed Kelly's compact. I
never
thought I'd hear it you know?
Suze and Paul.
Paul and Suze...
It sonded so right... but so wrong at the same time... my history
teacher
said it. That't why.
Wait, what?
"What time sir?" I heard a student ask.
"After lunch." Mr. Walden answered
"Sweet! No Math" One pupil exploded and the whole class followed.
"Suze?" Mr. Walden called and my head snapped to her direction.
"Can you repeat what you said about the Quizbee?" she asked with ahint
of
outrage in her face.
"After lunch, you and Paul will have a face off round for the finals at
the
auditorium, Which reminds me..." Suze's eyes bulged out of their
sockets.
Her face was screwed up in a look of disgust, reluctance, outrage,
disbelief... the list goes on. She could really enter Guiness Book of
records under "Human able to screw her face in a thousand emotions"
Let me break it down.
Reluctance- She saw me with Kelly in the bathroom. Understandable.
Disgust- I'm hot. Un- understandable
Outrage- She caight me with Kelly? Understandable
Disbelief- Did she think she was smarter than me? Excuse me... who does
she
think she is?
Mr. Walden dismissed our first period with Kelly hounding him because
of
this extra credit scheme.
"What's your problem Suze?" I asked. A bit louder than expected
actually.
The faces of our other classmates turned to me then to Suze who just
looked
up, innocently, I might add.
It was scary actually, how cold she looked at me.
"You're asking me what my problem is?" She asked. Her voice was firm
almost
casual but distant. She was still stuffing things into her bag. The
whole
classroom stopped moving, it was quiet, some even held their breaths.
"Yes." I exclaimed at her.
"You seriously are... asking me?" She chuckled. I looked at her, she
was
still busy stuffing her bag. She caught my eyes then glared at me. She
rolled her eyes at me as if saying "I can't believe he's actually
asking
this stupid question." She finished with her bag then slung it on her
shoulder.
"Are you just going to walk away from me? Are you scared?" I dared her.
She
was walking towards the door. Her hand was already on the doorknob.
Her face snapped sharply at me, her hair broke free from her pony tail,
framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were glaring hard at me.She smiled
sarcastically.
"Coward, Paul?... Scared? I've been called a lot of things in my life.
A
Bitch, Slut, freak, belligerent, you name it, but have you ever heard
me
deny? or even complain? Let me answer that,...No. You know why? No you
don't
so I'm enlightening you, it's because I know, what they say is true, I
may
have been a slut somewhere in my life, A bitch, A freak, obviously,...
but a
Coward? Scared? I don't think so." I was caught off guard. I think I
may
have struck a raw nerve there.
"Then what are you doing?" I asked.
"I think the more appropriate question there is "What the fuck do you
think
you're doing?"" That caused me to actually think of what I am doing.
"Can we talk privately about this?"I asked.
"What? And play me just like you always do?" She said loudly.
"I--I..." I stuttered.
"I---I... what Paul? I'm sorry if I keep on bugging you? I'm sorry for
always hurting you?" She kept on.
"I didn't mean that." I said.
"Well, do you mean..." She appeared thoughtful then...she dropped her
bag
then sat casually at a table with her legs crossed and also her arms
crossed
too.
"Wait... you don't mean last night do you?" She asked with fake
concern. The
students around us gasped. Suze rolled her eyes.
" It's not what you think... God!" She said to them.
"What are you talking about?" I tried to play it innocently.
"Oh, don't mess with me Paul, I have better things to do." She answered
as
she took a peek at her watch.
"What about last night?" I asked.
"Was it just like before? I'm bugging you? I'm making your life a
living
hell? Is that it?" I asked.
"There! That's it! It's always been like that." She said as if it was
the
answer to all the problems but it wasn't.
"If it's always been like that... What's with this outburst?" I asked
menacingly.
"Because there's just so much that a person can handle before
she...Breaks"
She whispered. It was so soft that it just sounded like a thought.
"Okay, you want to know the truth, Paul, brace yourself. The truth,
hurts,
much to my chargin actually but what the heck, right?" She stood up her
eyes
were locked on mine.
"The truth is that, I actually like you, call me a liar, if you
will...,
wait, screw that, truth's out so here it goes. I actually love you at
one
point. Last night, I was so sure that you weren't that crazy uncle
fucker
anymore, I thought you changed... But God, you fooled me again. So now,
I
think the whole I like you and even love you theorem is now..." She
took
something from her bag. She threw it to the ground. It was a make up
compact. It broke into tiny little pieces and also into little shards
of
glass.
"Ooops,... Kinda like this you know? A bit... Screwed and broken don't
you
think?" She said with so much anger that I didn't expect.
"What is your problem, Suze? And what the fuck did you do? God, someone
could have been hurt."
"You're lucky, actually," she said as she walked towards me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, I failed to get someone hurt and ended up hurting myself. "
She
spat at me.
"Oh, really? And who is this luckyman?"
She looked at me meaningfully and I got the answer.
"Are you really that desperate?" I asked.
"No." She replied.
"Good. Because I am." With that,I pulled her to me then kissed her
fully on
the lips. But she didn't respond. Instead, she pulled away then slapped
me
hard on the cheek. I smirked.
"How dare you? Don't you even dare touch me with those greedy hands of
yours
and don't you even try to kiss me again with your... lying mouth." That
hurt
but a lot of people were watching so, I just smirked again.
"What are you going to do about it?" I challenged.
"You just wait and see."
"You haven't even answered my question, coward." Okay, went a little
far
there, but I was just fooling with her.
"And what is that?" She said.
"What really is your problem? because I think you have a little problem
up
there." I looked expectantly at the other people watching and they
laughed
with me.
"What's my problem he asks.--" She mocked and the room quickly shut up.
I shrugged.
She approached me. "When he is the one doing it." she finished.
"Wha--?" She cut me off.
"What do I mean? Well, let me put this as easy for you..." She cleared
her
throat.
"My problem...is..." we were practically nose to nose already.
"YOU." She finished with an eyebrow quirked up. But before I could say
my
wise come-back, she cut me off again.
"And the next time, you do your dirty work, Rule number one, don't
leave any
evidence." She said then shoved something hard wrapped with newspaper
into
my chest. She walked away from me, slung her bag, hugged a note book
then
stalked out of the room with an eye brow quirked up, making her look
tougher
than "The Rock"
It was the mug I handed her last night.
Suze entered the room again. Nobody moved.
"One more thing, don't you dare talk about my father again. Ever."
"But I love you, Suze,..."
I did not say that... My mouth is alive! It wasn't me!
"I'm sorry, Paul,..." she said with her voice softening
"But, don't you think it's a little late for that?" then she walked
out. The
door clicked softly.
3rd person POV
In the heat of the anger and frustration, Paul threw the mug to the
ground.
He was fighting to keep hismself from crying.
"What?" He demanded hotly when he saw the looks people where throwing
him.
Then, he was left alone.
Truly alone
Suze on the other hand was having an unexpected day. When she walked
down
the hallway, people complement her.
"Suze, nice outfit..." She thought of keeping this look up.
Time flew by...
Suze decided to skip all the other classes and decided to flunk in her
exams
and decided to let the track team go...
Instead, she ventured past the garden, made her way to the Mission's
graveyard and sat infront of one particular head stone she didn't know
whose, she set her things down and went to gather some flowers. She
came
back, carrying an armful of them. She set flowers on each grave then
lastly,
she gave a bunch for her grandmother, Lady Eleanor. She wasn't really
her
grandmother but she was for her... Suze first met her here in Carmel.
Lady
Eleanor was a ghost of a beautiful young girl who used to live in her
bedroom, but truth was she died of old age. When Suze met her, Ellie
was
just a twelve year old young girl but the little kid knew more about
life
than 14 year old Suze. It was her body that was dug up in their
backyard,
then, they gave her a proper burial in the Mission and was burried
there.
Ellie's family has forgotten about her, she had no one, but then,...
Suze
came along. For a year, Suze had a second mother, in the form of twelve
year
old ghost, Ellie.
Suze started talking to Ellie.
"Hi, Ellie, it's been quite sometime since I last visited..." She
chuckled
but a silent tear escaped her. It was like a starting gun or something.
One
tear shed then next, she broke down on the ground crying.
"Oh, Ellie, if you were here you'd know what to do... I'm so tired of
all
these... I just want it to stop,... help me Ellie, I need you..." She
whispered as she crumpled into a ball sobbing into the ground.
"I'm hurting..." She whispered.
"I don't know what to do..."
"He hurt me... and now,... I think,..."
"I hurt him more..." She sobbed as she hugged the tombstone of "Lady
Eleanor
1908-2001 A beloved mother and friend. Lost but never forgotten"
Paul POV
I walked down the breezeway, my head up high and smirking at the girls
eyeing me. I made my way to the garden and when I saw no one around,
tears
started streaming down my face.
She loved me...
She felt something for me...
And I blew it away.
...Not that I knew or anything. The onetime I let my guard down, her
feelings became clear and the next day I put it up, everything clouded.
"What? And play me just like you always do?"
I didn't mean to do those things to her, If I'd known, I'd stop... but
she
always ignored me... So how should I have known?
"Because there's just so much that a person can handle before
she...Breaks"
She was always the strong one, strong willed, has firm beliefs, doesn't
give
up easily... but by the looks of it now, she has given up... at one
point
though,... I think I am, but love has to go through a lot of tests for
it to
gain title as "True"
"The truth is that, I actually like you, call me a liar, if you
will...,
wait, screw that, truth's out so here it goes. I actually love you at
one
point. Last night, I was so sure that you weren't that crazy uncle
fucker
anymore, I thought you changed... But God, you fooled me again. So now,
I
think the whole I like you and even love you theorem is now...Ooops,...
Kinda like this you know? A bit... Screwed and broken don't you think?"
When I first heard this, I couldn't believe... I never thought... I
never
dreamed that... I would hear those words from anyone. My mother doesn't
even
mention the L word and my dad really really despises me especially
since he
knows that his father's gift -aka curse slash shifter rubbish- skips a
generation and now, he hates me... Argh.
"You're lucky, actually, because, I failed to get someone hurt and
ended up
hurting myself. "
She failed to hurt me, I don't know the tense of what she is talking
about,
if it was about the past or about our little argument a while ago... I
won't
be dense... I know what she truly meant and it hurts deep... She was
talking
about everyday, and especially last night... I gained her trust, but
only to
be forsaken the next day. I know Suze, more than anyone does, it takes
a lot
for her to finally let her guard down... believe me, and in every spark
of
hope that ignites for an uncertain love... I observe, like the Scott
issue,
they dated for like months but Scott never got to 2nd base... even 1st
base... ever... in my record... Nobody ever has. Suze has a problem
trusting
people, even Adam and CeeCee. Don't ask me how I know all this but I do
know
and notice that Suze has really been through a lot... she had to learn
her
lessons the hard way... by "Trial and error"... learning from her
mistakes
and wishing that the last mistake she made would repeat itself so the
next
time it happens, she'll know how to deal with it.
"And the next time, you do your dirty work, Rule number one, don't
leave any
evidence."
What I did was not dirty work... it was simply... a random circumstance
wherein, I acted differently. I was weary... and sad. I always...
always go
to her room at night, when she is asleep... I was reluctant to go back
at
first but... It took this only one thing to trigger my feelings into
hyperdrive... A simple gesture which meant so much for me and it took
only
that simple thing for me to fall deeply and to stay with her while she
sleeps. I close the windows at night for her.
"One more thing, don't you dare talk about my father again. Ever."
I'm sorry Suze. I thought you were over it. You never gave off any
warning
for me to know how far I should go...
"But I love you, Suze,..."
"I'm sorry, Paul,... but, don't you think it's a little late for that?"
Nothing is ever too late... but maybe for us,... it is.
I was still... ahem ahem-ing... when I heard a familiar voice float
towards
me from the graveyard. I listened carefully.
"Hi, Ellie, it's been quite sometime since I last visited..." There was
soft
chuckling... I knew that voice...
"Oh, Ellie, if you were here you'd know what to do... I'm so tired of
all
these... I just want it to stop,... help me Ellie, I need you..." The
female
voice whispered then turned into a murmur and it slowly faded to sobs.
I
guess I was too... curious. I creeped towards the Mission's graveyard
and
saw a familiar form lying on the ground curled up in a ball and
sobbing. Her
back was faced to me.
"I'm hurting..." She whispered.
"I don't know what to do..." She added as her voice broke. My heart
broke.
"He hurt me... and now,... I think,..." She trailed off as she hiccuped
"I hurt him more..." She sobbed as she hugged the tombstone of the
grave in
front of her. I clamped my mouth to stop the involuntary sob that
escaped
me. Suze didn't seem to notice my prescence. She calmed her self... her
sobs
hushed and all I heard was the water from the fountain. She sat there
and
leaned her back at the tombstone. She brought out a notebook and a few
markers, she started srcibbling... her face was twisted in
concentration...
she looked unbearable cute and sickeningly innocent... I hate myself
for
falling hard for someone I could lose and... losing. I was whacked out
of my
musings when a piece of crumpled paper was thrown just past me and the
bush
I was hiding in. Suze's expression was mad... but somehow... she looked
vulnerable.
"I'm sorry Ellie... I have to go... matters to straighten out." She
gave a
watery smile at the tomb then brushed some dust off fondly. She was
walking
towards me... I didn't know what to do. I was crouching at the bush and
I
decided to hide in it, but unfortunately, I lost balance and made a
sound.
The bush shook at my unexpected dive and when my butt came in contact
with
the ground, there was a loud thud and I grunted a bit. Realizing my
mistake,
I covered my mouth immediately and took a peek at Suze. She stopped
dead on
her tracks looking for the source of the sound..
I meowed... but there was some sort of question mark at the end part of
it
but thankfully she didn't notice and walked completely away. I jumped
from
the itchy bush and went to retrieve the crumpled paper. There were two.
The
first one had: They say she's all that. Pretty clothes. Rich Family.
Killer
looks. Pun intended... Fortunately, we can all have that. But I say,
She's.
Got. You. in bold black letters and under it was an angel looking
crestfallen and in her hands were flowers, being blown by the wind, a
lighthouse was directing it's light towards her and she was standing
over a
cliff... under it were what looked like flames and it had distinct
faces
which looked unnerving. A chill went up my spine. I opened the last
piece of
paper and in it was a class picure... our class picure... it was
animated...
everybody looked like they were from a comic strip. Debbie was wearing
a
halo and looking at the sky but there was a tail poking from behind
her.
Adam was juggling... CeeCee had her head leaning on Adam's shoulder.
Scott
was indian sitting at the front and his face was a basketball... I
didn't
notice him at first but he was wearing his jersey. Kelly was at the
front
right of the picture... she had wings and her hand was on her hip while
the
other hand had a camera in it... she was wearing a nasty expression...
a
brow was lifted and her mouth was pursed a bit, her feet though were
webbed... Sure she walked a bit funny, but I never saw it that way... I
scanned the faces and I found myself... It was an exact copy of what I
am
wearing... but... it was red and it stood out from all the black and
white... I had no face though... I was simply standing there in the
middle.
My whole face and shoulders were the only ones visible and all the
other
faces crowded me... Everybody was who they are... at least according to
Suze... Some had star like things drawn to their eyes that made them
look
like a mime,... One was wearing a prison uniform and Jenna Jerkins...
the
most brooding person on the enitre batch was at the lower left and
there was
a rain cloud hovering over her, she was staring back at me, while,
Douglas,
the class nerd and all around good guy was wearing a tux, his right
hand was
hugging a thick looking book, he was looking at me with his chin lifted
up
high as if he was president or something... yes, and then, I noticed a
ribbon pinned to his tux and it read "Vote #1"... Everybody was just so
alive with character while plain and faceless Paul was standing
still... I
didn't get it.
I folded the paper and saw a note under it.
"You stood out"
I smiled faintly then walked back to class just in time for the
quizbee.
Time flew by...
And in the end, Suze put up quite a good fightbut yeah, a tie... even
after
the tie breaker, it still was. Her gaze never found me though. We were
sitting a good few feetacross from each other and the whole function
hall
was full. I doubt they were interested in our history mambo jumbo. Mr.
Walden sputtered a few timesat ourintent gazes at him...
We were staring him down... at least we agreed on something right?
Ugh.
A lot of people might have found us too competent but what the heck. It
was
a good match and lasted up to a few hours... much to my chargin and to
the
relief of the whole student body.
I swear you would detect the sound of a pin dropping... if it weren't
for
the buzzers and the question/answers, it'd be dead silent...like a
tomb.
When it came to the awarding of medals, Suze just nodded at Mr. Walden
then
exit the stage, I followed suit but I told Mr. Walden to keep the
trophy in
the class room... which he was more than willing to do. I tried to
catch up
with Suze... it was already dissmissal by the time we left the function
hall. I missed her though, she went home early, but her step bro's were
still here and so are her best friends.
From whom did the obscure Susannah Simon catch a ride with?
I hope I get a chance to talk to her first thing this morning. I guess
I
won't be visiting tonight.
Hope she doesn't catch a cold now that I wont be there to close the
window
for her.
3rd Person POV
Suze gave a faint smile at Mr. Walden next at the crowd… then, without
even
a single nod or acknowledge at her competitor, Paul, she walked away… a
silent pace with her head down, she broke to a run when she arrived at
her
locker. She got all her stuff then slid out of a classroom window. She
sighed. It was going to be quite a long walk… A good few miles to say
the
least.
The mission was barely out of sight when suddenly a car zoomed past
her. It
was a black convertible, a BMW one. It suddenly came to a halt then
reversed… almost into Suze, luckily though, she stepped out of the way.
Suze
was a bit happy on the inside now that she had a pretty good reason to
release her pent-up anger. Suze's eyes were narrowed at the driver of
the
car, he was a red head and by the looks of him from behind, he was
quite
rich. The car was a dead give away. The car reversed to her level and
the
driver turned his head to Suze. He was smiling a bit. Suze was a bit
awestruck… he was a bit handsome she thought. He had clear gold eyes, a
strong nose and a smirk was playing at his lips. He was wearing a tux
and
looked like he was a corporate office worker.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked heatedly as she noticed
that he
was checking her out. He let out a low whistle then muttered. "He's
going to
love this,…." then looked up at Suze again who fortunately didn't hear
him.
"No wonder…." He whispered as he scratched his chin while giving him
the old
hairy eyeball.
"No wonder what?" Suze demanded. She was scorching under the
Californian sun
already and the pavement road just bounced off heat to her more.
"Fiesty. Hmmm." He muttered but this time Suze heard him.
"Look mister, if you think I'm a specimen under a microscope, you're
clearly
mistaken,…" However, the man just cut him off. "Need a ride?" The man
asked
earnestly.
"No." She scoffed.
"It's hot out here. Come on, take a seat." The man encouraged.
"Sorry, I know better." She spat.
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Then hop in." Suze just grunted in response as if losing her temper.
"Look mister…. What'syourface… I don't ride with strangers nor even
talk to
them to begin with so shooo and let me die out here." Suze immediately
saw
the look in the man's face. "Alone." she added.
"Devanus." The man reached out to shake Suze's hand. It took a minute
for
Suze to understand that it was actually his name. She shook it. "Don't
need
my name." She introduced. The man just looked at her a bit approvingly
actually… This one, Suze noticed. "Wasn't he supposed to be pissed of
now?"
She wondered. She looked deep into his eyes. She slid inside the
comfortable
car then they sped away.
Meanwhile, Paul had just ran from the Mission's exit gate and went
after
Suze originally but saw her ride home with another man. "He had nice
taste
though." He added as an after thought, pertaining to the car and the
girl in
it. But he just can't shake this feeling of guilt from him, and not to
mention the poisonous jealousy that over took him. He stalked back
inside
and decided to forget all about what he saw.
Suze and Devanus were sitting in companionable silence… That was, until
he
broke the silence.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"This." She answered indifferently.
"Oh, and why?"
"You don't even know my house." Suze answered as a matter-of-factly.
"Busted" was the first thing that came into Devanus' mind.
"I was getting to that." He answered airily.
"Right." She said doubtfully.
"And how come you know the way?" Suze asked. Her voice was disguised as
if
she didn't care but she was starting to get panicky… This stranger
after all
knows where she lived.
"Susannah, Carmel isn't really New York you know." He answered.
"Susannah." Suze repeated darkly. Devanus gave her a sideways glance.
"It's in your tag you know." He said. Then, Suze hid her Military tag
under
her shirt.
"And how, Devan, did your eyes stray towards that?" She asked
menacingly.
"Power of magnetism?" He guessed.
"Uh-uh" She said uncertainly. "I'm ditching, you go to where ever
you're
supposed to be and I do the same." Suze made a move to get off of the
speeding car.
"What do you think you're doing! We're in a fricking highway.You could
get
roadkilled" He demanded as he closed the passenger seat at Suze's side
which
she opened. "I don't see any thing wrong in that." Suze answered
quietly
then, in a swift movement, she punched him squarely on the nose ,which
crunched satisfactorily, It bled immediately and Devan clutched the
steering
wheel away from the other cars. Suze left even before he could yell at
her.
She jumped through the passenger door and landed footfirst on the
pavement
with a hand supporting her weight and the other one on her school bag.
For a
fleeting moment there, Suze felt as if she had power... and especially
from
her sides as she jumped from the speeding vehicle and on to the
sidewalk,
she felt as if... she controlled her jump, not just the usual control
over
the limbs, but the whole body, she felt controlled, like she was
possessed,
And halfway thru the middle of her jump, she felt pain erupt from her
sides
as if something erupted from them- she dare even to think of it- wings.
Her
eyesight changed into green, like everything was under a sensor. She
looked
around. She still saw green but her eyes landed on the man in the black
BMW
convertible who swerved right and was staring at her like she was a
mutant.
She shook her head, trying to shake that green sight out of her and it
did,
she looked at her sides and to her surprise, saw a pair of wings, not
the
angel-feathery type but like a dragons it was like leather which she
usually
sees only in animes and movies but it was real, panic overtook her, how
could she hide this? She was snapped from her reverie when she heard a
door
slamming. Devan was approaching her and there was a look of outrage
visible
in his features. Suddenly, as surprising as it had come, the
wingsfolded in
then fanished.
"How did you...?" She heard.But she was too busy running away to even hear
the rest.
-O0o0O8O0o0O-
Suze awoke in her bed with a jerk. Had she dreamt it all up? She was
all wet
and there was a salty taste on her lips. She had flashbacks of what
happened. She was running... then, lay down the shore, and that was
it...
nothing else.
"It was just a dream" She thought with great relief.
Ouch.
A part of her upper left chest was aching (where the heart should be)
It was
her scar. She never knew why it never vanished but it was always there
for
almost as long as she remembers, it was her birthmark. Today however,
it was
throbbing as if her heart is the one being squished and it was as if
someone
was cutting her skin... opening the lightning bolt shaped scar just a
little
inches above her... err- left bumper. She fingered it absentmindedly
trying
to soothe the throbbing skin.
Tap
Tap
She looked around to see the source of this tapping sound. Her eyes
fell on
to her baywindow. It was an odd scene. A handsome owl was perched
through
the open window. Suze didn't see the reason why the owl had to make any
noise, the window was open anyway. She got goosebumps... she thought
the owl
was actually acknowledging it's prescence and on the chair just below
the
owl, there were two letters. She approached it carefully not wanting to
frighten the owl.
"Is this for me?" She asked the owl and it hooted in response.
"I take it, that's a yes." She picked it up slowly. She looked at the
envelopes but her eyes strayed past it and towards the owl.
"Aren't Owl's supposed to be in zoos?" She asked it. The owl snapped
his
beak at Suze threateningly.
"Sorry." She said sarcastically
She looked at the addresses.
Ms. Susannah Simon
The pink room with the view
23 Pine Crest road
Carmel, California
It was written in a very loopily slanted cursive in bold letters. She
did a
double take.
"The pink room with the view." She shot the owl a bewildered stare.
"You
delivered this?... From whom?" She asked but the owl just looked at her
expectantly. She cocked an eyebrow at it and the owl just glared...
creepy,
Suze thought. She opened the first letter. It was sealed with what
looked
like melted red wax and there was a coat of arms embossed in it.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.HOGWARTS SCHOOL.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
...-...-...-...-...-...of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY...-...-...-...-...-...-
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme
Mugwump,
International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Simon,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts
School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find a list enclosed a list of
necessary
books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no
later
then July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress)
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Suze POV
"What?" I screamed at the letter.
"There must have been a mistake---"I bellowed to the owl which
hurriedly
flew away. "---I'm no Witch! nor Wizard! my parents aren't
even...magical."
"Ahem" Said a deep voice from behind. I turned around expecting another
ghost. I really don't have time for this.
"What do you--" But I broke in mid sentence. The man infront of me was
alive, he had no ghostly aura around him.
"Yum..." murmured my brain.
"Shush!"I screamed at it insidemy head.
"Who are you?" I demanded. Yeah, let's just erase that hottie factor in
this
guy.
You are mad. You are mad. You are mad You are mad. I mean I am mad I am
mad
I am mad.
Seriously, what is up with people now adays? Do they just pop in
everybody
else's room?
The man infront of me just blushed and looked down. "You might want
to...
ummm... errr..."
Earthlings, can't live with them except... you are one of them... Drat.
I
can't even make a punchline
"What?" I asked. The man looked up and stared for a second then focused
on
my eyes. "You might want to wear... umm, something?" I detected a crisp
British accent in his speech.
Wear what? My fashion sense is good. I checked my outfit self
consciously.
Lacey black push-up bra... what's wrong with that?
Wait... what?
"Shit..." I murmured then recovered my jacket and hastily zipped it up.
"I'm sorry, I should have knocked or something, I'll be go----" But I
cut
him off.
"No, no, It's okay, just tell me why you're here." But my brain was
screaming: Damn straight you should have. I mean what if I didn't have
my
pants on?
For the second time, he looked at me in the eye. He didn't seem to have
any
problem with doing so.
" I'm Remus Lupin. Defense against the dark arts professor... at least
I
used to be but---" He seemed to have forgotten to say the rest of it.
"Hi,...Remus... I'm Susannah Simon. Suze for short... and you'd
better." he
chuckled lightly and I felt this tingly sensation from my tummy, the
one you
get when you're in a roller coaster.
"Not to be rude or anything but who exactly are you? I mean what are
you
doing here. In my room."
"Oh, umm. It's quite a long story. Do you mind if we sit down?" He
asked and
I was shocked at the gentlemanly gesture and speech... whatever that
is...
He pulled a a chair for me and he setled on sitting at the bay window.
He looked at me as if asking me if he could start. I nodded silently.
How did he get in here?
I took a secretive peek at the door. It was locked.
I looked around... pretending I was having a stiff neck.
All the other windows were closed except the one behind him.
"Are you listening to a word I am saying?" He asked. Not in a nagging
tone
but it sounded like he was just prim and... respectful...and very, very
sexyly British.
"Yeah, yes of course I am. What else would I be doing?" That's an
entirely
different story.
"I'm really really sorry for the intrusion and all... I didn't know
that you
would be... unprepared." He blushed. "Did you not receive the letter I
sent
you?" Oh, the other letter. I didn't heheh.
"I haven't opened it yet." I said simply.
"Oh"
I really really have no idea of what he was saying earlier...
"Are you ready?" I choked on my saliva.
"Wh--what?" I stammered helplessly. A thousand thoughts came rushing
into my
head.
Bad Suze.
Baaaaad...
Bad Suzie, down... down Suzie.
"To go talk to your umm, mom..."
"?" was my reply.
"You weren't listening were you?" He gave a smooth grin. My stomach
turned
over.
"I...uh...ummm,...I wasn't...heheh?" I gave a nervous chuckle.
His face turned grim. I shut up immediately.
"You didn't catch a thing?"
"No..."
"Susannah,"
"ahem, Suze."
"Right."
"Susannah, I did not ask for this and I hate to be the one to tell you.
I
think we should talk to your mother." He said seriously.
"She's down stairs. You want me to go get her?"
He nodded solemnly.
-o0O8O0o-
"Mom! how could you? You can't just pick babies from doorsteps!
That's...that's---" I broke off as my vision blurred up. I felt Remus
Lupin's breath on my neck. I looked up at him. He met my gaze. He put
his
hand on my shoulder reassuringly then he stepped to my side making his
hand
slide down to my arm which he squeezed reassuringly.
"Mrs. Ackerman, Susannah, those were dark times. Everybody was scared.
A lot
of us hid in your world and never used magic again. You've protected
this
young girl. That was a very very brave thing to do."
"You're saying I'm safe here and I didn't know your world for 16
years...
Why reveal it now?" I asked eagerly. My mom looked up at me. I smiled a
bit
at her.
"It really is still a mystery to me." He said earnestly.
"Where are my real parents?" My voice cracked as I saw my mother
stiffen up.
"They might be in hiding... or they could have been dead. Susannah, I'm
not
forcing you or anything but I really think that you should come with
me, A
Seer, Professor Trelawny, has reason to believe that you are a witch."
"How could I be a witch when I can''t even... umm... fly?"
"Witches don't fly Susannah, they levitate... at times."
"What if I am not?"
"You are."
"Prove it."
"If you say so." He said lightly.
"On your ready, 1, 2, 3. Petrificus Totalus!" He pointed a stick at me
and
as a reflex, I reached out for it to stop. Whatever it was. There was a
burst of light, I assumed it was coming from the stick, my hand was
blocking
it. I felt like there was a cold snake creeping from my side then
suddenly
the cold snake I was feeling, crept up faster then I felt it in my
palm.
Another burst of light, this time it was green, then both lights
dimmed.
Remus Lupin was still holding his stick (not that kind... eww) at me.
"What was that?" My mother and Him spoke up.
"I dunno." I shrugged.
"Nothing happened Remus, I'm not a witch."
"You are, you just blocked a spell..." He said slowly as if he was
thinking
too.
"I didn't know." I said as I looked at my palm. There was no trace of
anything there, just the lines, which is normal. No scars, or even red
marks.
"With the school's help, you can become a more powerful witch. What do
you
say?"
"What about... my mother?"
"You'll keep her safe as long as you stay away from them. It is better
this
way." Tears started streaming down my face as I went to hug my mom.
That was
the only time that I noticed Remus has ever let go of my arm.
"You'll always be my mother... nothing can change that. I love you." It
has
been forever since I last said that.
"Oh.. Honey!" She hugged me harder.
But it was time to say goodbye.
"How do we get there?"
"Manually. Magical transportation is no longer as safe as it used to
be."
"I'll go pack my things." Honestly, I am glad to be away from here.
Wherever, Remus is saying, I hope I'll fit in. after all, they are
magical
and maybe just by a miniscule of chance..., I am one too.
-o080o-
"Are we there yet?" I asked. We were already in a train going to the
heart
of London.
"Almost." He answered slyly. I was wearing a black turtle neck with no
sleeves and a pair of faded and tortured denim shorts which barely
covered
one fourth of my tighs. I chose to wear flip flops since I didn't know
any
better. Hey, I was in a hurry. This time, I brought a pair of
sunglasses. My
hair was still untouched. Realizing this, I pulled it out of it's bun.
It
was still wet... This water was what I took a bath in yesterday... At
least
it still smells like shampoo... I think. Gross.
The train screeched to a sudden stop and there were faint screams heard
from
the corridor. I faced Remus.
"What was that?" I asked panicky already. He leaped to my side then
covered
my mouth with his... hands. (ahem.) He brought a finger to his mouth
the
general sign for "Shhh" I nodded meekly. Few moments passed and I
thought
nothing serious happened. But slowly, the compartment we were in got
icy
cold and the windows fogged up, throught the glass door, I saw flowing
fingers that loked terribly lifeless reach for the handle. We were
safe. The
door was locked from the inside.
SNAP!
The door snapped open. I turned to Remus. His face was as scared as
mine. He pushed me to the farthest corner of our compartment but when my head
touched the window, it was ice cold.
Something black came floating in. No face... It was like in that movie:
Scream. or whatever it was. It was wearing a black cape and it's hood
was hauntingly covering a fraction of it's face. Remus made me lie down
just before it came floating in then he lay down on top of me, his hand
still clamping my mouth. The compartment dropped temperature immediately and
a chill went up my spine. Instinctively, I wrappen my leg slowly around
the
man on top of me and I hid my face at his neck.
"Sshhh" He whispered inaudibly into my ear. It was only then did I
realize I
was actually whimpering. There was something about this black figure
that
made me feel terribly afraid... It felt like... death.
The thing lingered at the doorway. I closed my eyes and dug my head
deeper
into Remus' neck.
Slowly, I felt his weight off of me. It was strange because it was like
he
was floating above me. When I opened my eyes, he really was. The thing
was
making him but before I could even do anything about the sitch, it
flung
Remus into the seat away from me. I backed away... It was approaching
me. I
felt the corners of the compartment behind me. There was no where else
to
go.
"Remus Lupin!" I hissed as my chest began to ache,but there was no
response.
As it came nearer, the more I felt cold. There was something that was
drawing me to this thing, like a magnet. It came face to face with me
and I
felt complete dread wash over me... memories... hurting,... loss,...
shame
and regret came rushing into my brain.
"Suze..." I heard a faint whisper... it was familiar.
I saw dad running away from me, asking me to chase him, I run after
him.
He falls..., dead. His eyes hollow. No longer smiling.
I let out a painful shriek. My head hurts.
My father dead... again. it was playing like a broken record player. My
laughter then a thud, I scream. I felt as if I was being whipped
emotionally. It was horrible. Relieving all the things you've buried in
the
past. Even though now I know he wasn't my real father, I still can't
wash
off the guilt from me.
"Hello?" I asked faintly as I reached a door. I pushed it gently. My
mouth
seemed to have lost its grip because it fell open, my eyes watered, my
hand
clamped my mouth.
"Suze, I can explain." I heard a mail voice. Paul...and in there with
him
was Kelly, her hair messed up and her party dress hiked up, lying on
the bed
with him on top.
"No, No, No!" I screamed desperate to make it all stop. Somehow, I
knew...
this isn't happening,... they were memories,... memories that were
buried
somewhere under my heart. All locked up but somehow, it broke free.
"Expecto Patronum!"
I let out a dizzy sigh as I felt cool wind pass my chest. Suddenly,
something in left side ached, I felt as if something cold was creeping
under
my skin there. Like something was stirring.
My vision couldn't focus. My eyes couldn't open yet they can't close.
My
breathing came from my mouth and I felt like I just ran a hundred
miles. My
body felt as if it just got eloctrocuted. It was like suffering from
Parkinson's Disease. I was experiencing tremors, my shoulders are
constantly
bumping itself to the wall behind mewhile my head constantly bangs the
glass
window behind it. My arms were shaking from my sides.
All the while, my mind was blank. Empty. No thoughts, just pain then
emptiness.
I felt weight on my shoulders... shaking... muffled voices... louder...
more
violent shakes... fading... fading... Pain.
I let out a gasp. My mouth started chattering invoulntarily. Slowly, I
felt
the emptiness being covered by pain.
Draining...
Leaking... like a rusty old faucet in an abandoned house.
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Whoooo! that was a record. I've never ever exceeded 7000 words in 1
chapter.
You better give me reviews or else. lol.
Yeah, it's long... It's the introductory chapter.
My apologies for the grammatical errors and same with the spelling and
punctuation... lol
Please don't expect me to update with another long chapter... this sort
of
took time...
Anyway, in the next chapter, Suze'll now meet the other charcters...
but not
all. Oh, I love this.
note that this is just a work of an unstable mind... L.J is crazy.
Thanks and please review.
Luv,
L.J
A/N: I reposted this from my other account, that account seemed a bit faulty already... seemed... Pls review!
I'll update soon!