(Authors note: Hey guys sorry this is a teensy bit late n.n First off, thank you to my reviewers, OmniaVanitas and KatrinaEagle! And for the story alert! Both of you shall receive a shota kitty Roxas as thanks xD See see guys? Incentive for reviews. Yeah. How do ya like that? xD Oh and I forgot to put disclaimers last time! So yes. I do not own Kingdom Hearts, for if I did the game would consist of nothing but Sora and Roxas going at it every single second xD I do however own my original characters/storyline. Please don't steal, I will sue you, I'm working on copyrighting it 3 Anyways, without further ado, Promises Chapter 2.)
Promises Chapter 2
"I want you to promise.. that you won't forget me. Even if the only thing you remember is that you met this strange kid in the middle of winter. I don't mind. So.. is it a promise?" "It's a promise." Beep! Beep! Beep! My stupid alarm clock went off on a typical school day. I shake myself awake, briefly relaying the strange dream in my head. ..That person. I never saw their face. But their voice. It seemed so familiar. Beep! Beep! Beep! Damn alarm clock. Annoyed, I picked up something that seemed pretty heavy that was next to me and hurled it at the thing, hoping that by some miracle, I'd hit the stop button. I missed. With a groan, I got up, and unplugged the cursed alarm clock disturbing my sleep, and went back to bed. I'd get up in another five minutes or so.
"Sora! Get up already!" My mom shouted.
"I'll be up in a minute. It's only like 640." I yell back.
"640? Its 720! Get up!" She screams from down the hall.
720? Dang it. My friends were going to pick me up in 5 minutes! I jumped out of bed, yanked open my drawers, and pulled out whatever was clean. It ended up being a pair of camouflage shorts and a gray t-shirt. I grabbed my backpack, and my eyes fell to the mark that covers the palm on my right hand.
Right, you have no idea what I'm talking about. It's this blue, irregularly shaped, scaly patch of skin on the palm of my hand. It bulged out, giving it this really nasty appearance. It was something I was born with. My parents went psycho when they saw it, and I was rushed to see all these specialists. Can you guess what they found? Nothing! As far as they knew, it was just something I was born with. I hated that... thing. I used to wear a black glove to cover it up, but it wasn't long before people got curious. In second grade or so, a kid yanked it off, and everyone gasped. After that little incident, my social life went downhill. Not to say that I was a total loner, but I wasn't exactly Mr. Popularity shall we say.
Focus Sora! I snapped back into reality and was about to head downstairs until I realized... I wasn't wearing socks and shoes. Oops. I shoved those on, leaped down the flight of stairs and landed without injuring myself. Aren't I talented?
"It's about time." I heard my Dad say from the kitchen with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes.
"Sora." My mom called from the living room. I did the fast walk thing to get there.
"You're not going to have time to eat breakfast, so here's a few bucks to get some at school." She said, handing me a five dollar bill.
"Thanks. See you guys later." I said, rushing out the door.
"Took you long enough." My buddy Max said as I opened the door.
Max and I have been friends since the first grade. He didn't really care about the whole mark thing. He was kind of an outcast like me. You see, he didn't have this weird mark on his right hand. He didn't have a right hand at all. Yep. He's about 5'6, light blond hair, and brown eyes.
"So I slept in a little." I mumbled.
"A little?" Said my other friend, Fire with a laugh.
For the record that's not her real name. Her real name is Alexandra, but everyone calls her Fire. Maybe it's the neon pink hair that got her the nickname. I'm not sure as Fire is the name she introduced herself with. I'd just met her this year, and she moved here from the Midwest. I liked her. Max was still a little iffy about Fire, but didn't let it show. She was one of those people who'd scream your name from the other end of the cafeteria, and not care who stared. She'd done that to me several times actually.
I've always found it funny the three of us ended up being friends. Max and I are the strong silent type, unless of course we're with each other. But Fire… She's just loud and obnoxious wherever and whenever she feels like it. Maybe that's why I was so drawn to her. She's 5'4 or so, with that neon pink hair I mentioned and hazel eyes. She was what most people would call goth or emo. I've never seen her wear anything but black. While that might have been cool where she was from, but not so much here. I lived in a ranch house about a block or so away from Max and Fire. Ok, for those not up north, no, a ranch house does not mean I live on a ranch with pigs and chickens and whatever. A ranch house is a one story house where all the rooms are close together.
I turned to Fire, and though I knew it was childish, I stuck my tongue at her.
"We'd better go.. If we're late again.." Fire said, leaving it hanging. Right. Our English teacher, Mr. Blub, or "The Blob" as we like to call him. He'd give us detention if we were late again. He was one of those really cranky old people who should have retired a long time ago. As a matter of fact, old people made up most of our town. I actually live in New York, so you would expect where I live to be a big town with lots of people, right? Not so much. I live way up state, in this little town where most people could pass off as my great grandparents. Kinda bites. Anyway. Let's get back to the exciting story of my life. The three of us high-tailed it to make it to school on time.
"So, you guys remembered to do the homework, right?" Fire said just as we were just about to head inside the school.
"Homework?" I said, giving her a confused look.
"Oui. Sora. How could you forget?" Max sighed.
I groaned. I was screwed. No homework also got you a detention. I bet you all wish you had Mr. Blub as a teacher, right? I'm so lucky to have him. Really. I hoped at that point that a tornado or earthquake would take care of the school, but no luck. Fate was so cruel. I let out a sigh, and walked inside to face my doom.
"Alright class, take your seats." Blub said as we walked through the door. At the very least, we managed to make it to class on time. Fire had mentioned on our way in that if she got the chance, she'd let me copy her work. That was a nice thought and all, but we both pretty much knew that wasn't going to happen. Blub had eyes everywhere. The three of us found our way to our seats. Max sat a couple of seats in front of me, and Fire was a few seats to my left. Blub knew better than to put us too close. Max turned around to give me a thumbs up. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Good luck? Hope the blob doesn't rip out your eyes and eat them?
Whatever. I looked towards our teacher, just hoping he'd suddenly fall over and break his hip or something. I mean he was old. It could happen right? Ha. I wish. Blub cleared his throat and started to speak.
"Alright class everyone take out your grammar books and turn to page eighty four." He said in that nasally little voice of his. The guy sounded like a donkey with a cold. The class groaned. Well, everyone in the class except me. Don't get me wrong. I'm not excited about grammar or anything. But I was just praying that he'd take the whole period and I'd get off without having done my homework.
And so the blob went on and on (and on) talking about when and when not to use a comma, the proper use for a semi-colon, all that fun stuff. And by the time he was done, class only had five minutes left. YES! I could practically hear the hallelujah chorus singing. But… no such luck.
"Alright class, before you go, I want you all to pass up your homework." Mr. Blub said. There was a note of joy in his voice that made me want to hit him but I figured that wouldn't help my case much. Fire and Max both gave me sympathetic smiles.
As a last ditch effort, I dug through my backpack, partially hoping I'd somehow find my homework completed down in that black hole somewhere and partially to buy some time. But… my time was short. "No homework again Sora?" Blub said from behind me. I jumped and hit my knee on my desk. Ouch. How had he even gotten there? I thought about lying my way out of this but it would just hurt me more in the long run. And so, all I did was coyly look at him. The word "Detention" escaped his lips with a smirk and I groaned and put my head down on my desk. Riiinnnngggg! The bell went off. At least I didn't have to stay in this class anymore. Or, not until two o'clock anyway. May God have mercy on my soul, I prayed fervently as I walked to my next class.
(Sooo what'd ya think? O.o And how was the transition from where he was to flashbackness from where this all stemmed from? O.o ..Yeah this chapter ended up being a lot longer than the last one xD Anyways, next chapter should be out in a few days to a week, and you'll get to see Sora arriving and meeting Roxas. Anyways, reviews are as always not mandatory, but awesome xD Seriously, they encourage me to keep writing n.n)